[01] -Privilege-
Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy?
Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore?
Maybe it's me but this line isn't going anywhere, maybe if we
looked hard enough, we could find a backdoor.
(Find yourself a backdoor.)
I see you in line, dragging your feet you have my sympathy.
The day you were born, you were born free.
That is your privilege.
Isn't it strange that the man standing in front of me doesn't
have a clue why he's waiting, or what he's waiting for?
Maybe it's me, but I'm sick of wasting energy.
Maybe if I look in my heart I could find a backdoor.
(Find yourself a backdoor.)
I see you in line, dragging your feet you have my sympathy.
The day you were born, you were born free.
That is your privilege.
[02] -Nowhere Fast-
Will I ever get to where I'm going?
Will I ever follow through with what I had planned.
I guess it's possible that I have been a bit distracted and the
directions for me are a lot less in demand.
Will I ever get to where I'm going?
If I do, will I know when I am there?
If the wind blew me in the right direction would I even care?
I would.
I take a look around; it's evident the scene has changed.
And there are times when I feel improved upon the past.
Then there are times when I can't seem to understand at all and
yes it seems as though I'm going nowhere... really fucking fast.
[03] -Consequence-
Blink and you miss a beat. Keep one of your eyes open at all
times.
Think that you're on the brink? The shit hasn't even begun to hit
the fan.
Consequence you'll see will be stranger than a gang of drunken
mimes.
Situation has a stink. Better clear the air before your son
becomes a man.
Blink. Everything's been augmented, you've been left so far
behind.
Think, for sure, next time you should wear a pair of eyes in the
back of your head.
Consequence you've seen has been stranger than sci-fi of any kind.
Situation baffles me. I guess it's true you too are one of the
walking dead.
You better think fast. Cause' you never know what's comin' around
the bend.
You better not blink!
For Consequence is a bigger word than you think.
It's bigger than you or me.
[04] -The Warmth-
I'd like to close my eyes and go numb but there's a cold wind
coming from the top of the highest high-rise today.
It's not a breeze cause' it blows hard. Yes and it wants me to
discard the humanity I know, watch the warmth blow away.
Don't let the world bring you down. Not everyone here is that
fucked up and cold.
Remember why you came and while you're alive experience the
warmth before you grow old.
Do you think I should adhere to that pressing new frontier? And
leave in my wake a trail of fear.
Or should I hold my head up high and throw a wrench and spokes by
leaving the air behind me clear?
Don't let the world bring you down. Not everyone here is that
fucked up and cold.
Remember why you came and while you're alive experience the
warmth before you grow old.
[05] -When It Comes-
It's comin' around again they're letting it out again, again.
It's comin' around again they're letting it out again, again.
When it comes, it comes abrupt. When it feels, it feels like
trading brains with an imbecile... for real.
Yes I feel emphatic about not being static and not buying
philosophies that are sold to me, at a steal.
Just when you thought it was safe to think, in comes mental
piracy!
What I'm looking for cannot be sold to me. I wish they all would
stop trying cause' what I want and what I need, is and will
always be free.
It's comin' around again they're letting it out again, again.
It's comin' around again they're letting it out again.
When it comes, it comes unannounced. And it feels like a matador
is taunting me with his reddest red cloth and I am the bull.
Yes I feel emphatic about not being static and not eating the
bullshit that's being fed to me no more... cause' now I'm full.
Just when you thought it was safe to think in comes mental piracy!
What I'm looking for cannot be sold to me. I wish they all would
stop trying, cause' what I want and what I need is and will
always be free.
[06] -Stellar-
Meet me in outer space.
We could spend the night, watch the earth come up.
I've grown tired of that place. Won't you come with me?
We could start again.
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.
Meet me in outer space.
I will hold you close, if you're afraid of heights.
I need you to see this place, it might be the only way that I can
show you how it feels to be inside of you.
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.
You are stellar.
[07] -Make Yourself-
If I hadn't made me, I would've been made somehow.
If I hadn't assembled myself, I'dve fallen apart by now.
If I hadn't made me, I'd be more inclined to bow.
Powers that be would have swallowed me up, but that's more than I
can allow.
If you let them make you, they'll make you papier-mache.
At a distance you're strong, until the wind comes then you
crumble and blow away.
If you let them fuck you, there will be no foreplay.
But rest assured, they'll screw you complete til' your ass is
blue and grey.
You should make amends with you.
If only for better health.
But if you really want to live, why not try and Make Yourself?
If I hadn't made me, I'dve fallen apart by now.
I won't let em' make me, it's more than I can allow.
So when I make me, I won't be papier-mache.
And if I fuck me, I'll fuck me in my own way.
You should make amends with you.
If only for better health.
But if you really want to live, why not try and Make Yourself?
Make Yourself.
[08] -Drive-
Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear.
And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear take
the wheel and steer.
It's driven me before, and it seems to have a vague, haunting
mass appeal.
But lately I am beginning to find that I should be the one behind
the wheel.
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open
eyes.
So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive
will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive?
It's driven me before and it seems to be the way that everyone
else gets around.
But lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself my
light is found.
So whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and
open eyes.
Would you kill the Queen to crush the hive?
Would you choose water over wine, hold the wheel and drive?
[09] -Clean-
Today, everything was fine. Until roundabout, quarter to nine, I
suddenly found myself in a bind.
Was it something I said? Something I read and manifested that's
getting you down?
Don't you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in your eye,
I'd sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried.
Say what you will, say what you mean.
You could never offend, your dirty words come out clean.
Tomorrow, what price will I pay? Could I make it all up to you by
serving coffee for two in bed? Would you then gimme the time of
day?
I need a map of your head, translated into English so I can learn
to not make you frown.
You'd feel better if you'd vent, put your frustrations into four
letter words and let them out on mine, the most weathered ears in
town.
Say what you will, say what you mean.
You could never offend, your dirty words come out clean.
[10] -Battlestar
Scralatchtica-
[11] -I Miss You-
To see you when I wake up is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do is a three-fold, utopian
dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said, I miss you?
I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to
mine.
You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm wasting away.
I know I'll see you again whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care and I miss you.
[12] -Pardon Me-
A decade ago, I never thought I would be, at twenty three, on the
verge of spontaneous combustion. Woe-is-me.
But I guess that it comes with the territory; an ominous
landscape of never ending calamity.
I need you to hear, I need you to see that I have had all I can
take and exploding seems like a definite possibility to me.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me.
I'll never be the same.
Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book and I saw a
picture of a guy fried up above his knees.
I said, I can relate, because' lately I've been thinking of
combustication as a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the
planet earth.
Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D... and
thinking so much differently.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me.
I'll never be the same.
[13] -Out From
Under-
To resist is to piss in the wind.
Anyone who does will end up smelling.
Knowing this, why do I defy?
Because my inner voice is yelling.
There is a fist pressing against anyone who thinks something
compelling.
Our intuit we're taught to deny, and our soul we're told is for
selling.
Get out from under them ------resist and multiply------
Get out from under precipice and see the sky.
Get out from under them ------Resist, unlearn, defy---------
Get out from under precipice and see the sky.
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