1. |
We Are Sane
10:23
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a) Te Dium
in upstairs rooms
the meals are eaten
the cars in the garage ready to go-go
disco baby shed no tear
hot light overhead
shaking meat meet
ho ho weekend, ha ha party
moo moo sacred cow
the White House some days
on the lawn
well kept pedigree
snap over bones
surplus requirements
appetite angel going down
b) We Are Sane
meanwhile below reports flop into the in-trays
in-trays
meanwhile below reports flop into the in-trays
she stares out of her window
her will is still in bed
she has no memory of herself
for care has drained her head
the poster on the billboard
says she should paint her lips
like the smiles on the tv people
File #1
"If the thought processes of an individual can be permanently limited
to the point of strict conformity to an outside source of thought,
the said individual need no longer be considered as such.
The enforcement of order becomes possible for anybody with enough power
to control what is projected."
"See?"
"It's all quite simple..."
"Mary!"
this woman's place is in a home
society has judged
she does not fit official standards
and they cannot be budged
there's something in her eyes that says
the struggle's gone too deep
and there's no comfort in the thought of
watching acolytes of doubt
try hard to fight their problems out
excess profit has the clout
to spread the message
we are sane!
not insane!
she reads about a will to power
in papers full of lies
she hears that every time she breathes
some foreign kiddy dies
she's convinced it's her fault
she's tortured by the strain
as words of judgement pour out of the
mouths of those who make their mark
by keeping people in the dark
those who bite worse than they bark
are loudly shouting
we are sane!
not insane!
and the chorus says
"it's all quite normal... la-la-la"
and the chorus says
"it's all quite normal... la-la-la"
the choruses...
are happy as they know no different way
except what they've been told today
("left! right! left! right!")
accepting their limited 'truth' and blankly humming
we are sane!
c) Dictator's Excuse Me
and we are not to blame
we must protect the claim
praise those who hold power
they shall save the last hour
using sacred science
they can stamp out defiance
wheee...!
File #2
"Technician, we want you to build a component
for each of our workers, to be with them always,
at all time watch closely, so we can keep track of
their actions, their interests, their morals, their time out.
Some musak to maim them, some fear to contain them.
Policy will judge, them brute forces degrade them.
Practical behaviour, the cleanser, the saviour.
A private vocation has no sense of nation.
The maintenance of power can be so fulfilling,
just as long as all the slaves are willing.
So this is an order:
we must curb thought disorder.
With a miniature transmitter
we can Pavlov the litter
and train it to do as we tell it,
state surgeon, the seed plant
thought soon get a new slant.
So tiny a dogma idea turn to quagmire,
thrum-humming transistor a brain wave insister,
closed circuit hypnosis an inbuilt psychosis,
not one self expression deliberate suppression.
A cycle to squeeze out anyone who we doubt
will must be pliable to be reliable."
tuned into the media system
picture getting hard to see
how did you end up as a prisoner
when you were supposed to be free?
oh, wouldn't you like to know?
lebensraum for megalomania
endless song with one refrain
all eyes fixed upon the conductor
baton taps inside the brain...
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2. |
Human Being
07:47
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tremulous and quivering such victims as there are
contend with emotions under skin
without wearing water wings
the strike against the stream
hopelessly believing they might swim
here they all come rushing down again
here they all come rushing down again
time has hardly swallowed up the evidence
how is it they say they did not know
that history grows up like a weed
doctrine pinned upon it
bars across the window destroy human being
static mind solidifies
can no longer flow
up against it's borders and unable to pay
much attention to...
human being, human being
human being, human being
when in doubt you turn to find a scapegoat on the wall
gaze into the mirror begging pardon
if every time we tell a lie a little fairy dies
they must be building death-camps in the garden
Pacing back and forwards
conscience in a box
barred in from the sunlight getting pale
and losing every sense of...
human being, human being
human being, human being
the forces of oppression
forge links around the earth
ordering our faces to the floor
the wilful non-involvement
by hirelings of the crimes
is futile and inhuman as before
the sum of our best efforts
shouldn't lead us back to here
on the road to murder
where we can no longer admit to any
human needing, human feeling
human living, human loving
human fragile, human being
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3. |
This City
04:01
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the abstracted shapes
of the people's thoughts
different shops and pubs
all the cheap facades
it is all this city
it is all this city
wind shaken trees
half crumbling parks
the enquiring eyes
fingers parting lace
it is all this city
it is all this city
long straggling queues
of the out of work
a baby sucking sweets
dribbling down his quilt
it is all this city
it is all this city
all this city
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4. |
World Without End
01:50
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instrumental
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5. |
Fact And Fiction
03:59
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TV is switched on
the screen reveal a spokesperson
adverts, politics, editing the real
cheap words, money talks
naming itself to be the key
to Utopia, Cornucopia
to a better world you go buy and buy
and if you listen carefully
you can hear the bacon fly
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
history shows that policy demands weapons
selfish desires simply lead to pain
the chit-chat continues
a big pretence that divides
into power blocks
where the orthodox
have a propaganda war to fight
and if you're looking closely
you can see that black is white
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
if the "unthinkable" should happen
and you hear the sirens call
well you can always find some shelter
behind a door against the wall
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
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6. |
The Poet Sniffs A Flower
03:49
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instrumental
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7. |
Creepshow
11:50
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welcome
welcome
first today to see the creepshow
come see the exhibits
but do not touch
they cannot bear touch
here in the freak show
please do not hang back
it's hard enough to show people around
the creepshow
the creepshow
first, here on the rack strapped
a child's virgin mind
we see the careful whitecoats
affix their machines veins
to the pulsing neck side
checking dials they monitor reaction
she must love her daddy's banker
she must love her daddy's banker
for her part in the creepshow
the creepshow
Amanda, so sad
Amanda
but let's brush over sadness
give her the pills
and diagnose madness
give her... give her... give her... give her...
give her... give her... give her... give her...
Amanda Amandahahahahaha!
anymore for any more?
no!
Cyril Has-Or-Might-Have-Been
must fill his lust
they let him bayonet robots
as his morning constitutional
to sate his rage
unless he feels his age
we can't have that!
sometimes he'll watch a war-film
on the moron machine in the corner of his cell
lost in time
lost in mind
Cyril writhes like smoke
his bigot's eyes are slashed skin
their expression none the nicer
for being blank
Amanda, still mad
Amanda
still sad...
"And so ladies and gentlemen,
we come to the nerve centre of the whole affair.
As you will see, it is a mirror.
To some it is the mirror of dreams,
where every passion, desire and action
flit through the still spaces behind its surface,
tantalising yet distant.
Of these many stand before it until death.
To others, it is distorting,
everything in it being warped and buckled by fear,
yet perceived as reality. These will cringe before it,
wimpering and immobile,
though a few batter their skulls against the dull sheen,
attempting to smash the horrors they believe are in the glass
or at least attain oblivion, whichever comes first.
Some see just a mirror, whilst some see what at first
appears to be their own image.
Which, however, moves them saying
'Come On, Wake up! Who's running this show anyway?'"
now
it's up to you
use your free will
you decide
yes you! you! you decide
whether or not you will return
for if you come again
you'd better bring your ball and chain
unguided embittered attraction of
the creepshow
the creepshow
the creepshow
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8. |
Love Song
05:40
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everybody has wisdom everyone understands
food when we are hungry
the touch of loving hands
no one is anyone's property
no one should be a slave
the joining of hearts in free will
begins a tidal wave
don't hold back
don't think that hope is pointless
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
don't believe
that life is closed against us
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
and it doesn't make any difference
the colour of anyone's skin
we need the rejection of prejudice
let peace come flooding in
jealousy is just a parasite hatred is disease
respect for human dignity
become skittering wind blown leaves
don't hold back
don't think that hope is pointless
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
don't believe
that life is closed against us
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
the time is surely coming when we could all be free
when eyes for so long blinded
in opening shall see
that children may grow happily
safe in the love of all
the earth a fertile garden where nobody need crawl
don't hold back
don't think that hope is pointless
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
don't believe
that life is closed against us
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
and if it seems that your hoping heart
has led you into pain
take a tip from the carpenter
forgive and love again
and again
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9. |
Being Human
03:45
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tremulous and quivering such victims as there are
contend with emotions under skin
without wearing water wings
the strike against the stream
hopelessly believing they might swim
here they all come rushing down again
here they all come rushing down again
time has hardly swallowed up the evidence
how is it they say they did not know
that history grows up like a weed
doctrine pinned upon it
bars across the window destroy human being
static mind solidifies
can no longer flow
up against it's borders and unable to pay
much attention to...
human being, human being
human being, human being
when in doubt you turn to find a scapegoat on the wall
gaze into the mirror begging pardon
if everytime we tell a lie a little fairy dies
they must be building death-camps in the garden
Pacing back and forwards
conscience in a box
barred in from the sunlight getting pale
and losing every sense of...
human being, human being
human being, human being
the forces of oppression
forge links around the earth
ordering our faces to the floor
the wilful non-involvement
by hirelings of the crimes
is futile and inhuman as before
the sum of our best efforts
shouldn't lead us back to here
on the road to murder
where we can no longer admit to any
human needing, human feeling
human living, human loving
human fragile, human being
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10. |
Paradise Locked
00:24
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11. |
East Of Eden
03:24
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it seems that paradise
has been well locked and barred
to all the issues of Adam
it seems that children must
pay for their parents crimes
until they wish they never had them
the clouds are fabric balls
the earth machinery
to gather power from the stars
each of us has a gateway
through which infinity calls
to touch each victim through their scars
we are walking through
a kingdom that is found
out here somewhere East of Eden
East of Eden
East of Eden
East of Eden
East of Eden
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12. |
Eleanor Rigby
03:22
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ah, look at all the lonely people
ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
lives in a dream
waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
who is it for?
all the lonely people
where do they all come from?
all the lonely people
where do they all belong?
father Mckenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
no one comes near
look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
what does he care?
all the lonely people
where do they all come from?
all the lonely people
where do they all belong?
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
nobody came
father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
no one was saved
all the lonely people
where do they all come from?
all the lonely people
where do they all belong?
Lyrics written by Lennon / McCartney.
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13. |
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a) Te Dium
in upstairs rooms
the meals are eaten
the cars in the garage ready to go-go
disco baby shed no tear
hot light overhead
shaking meat meet
ho ho weekend, ha ha party
moo moo sacred cow
the White House somedays
on the lawn
well kept pedigree
snap over bones
surplus requirements
appetite angel going down
b) We Are Sane
meanwhile below reports flop into the in-trays
in-trays
meanwhile below reports flop into the in-trays
she stares out of her window
her will is still in bed
she has no memory of herself
for care has drained her head
the poster on the billboard
says she should paint her lips
like the smiles on the tv people
File #1
"If the thought processes of an individual can be permanently limited
to the point of strict conformity to an outside source of thought,
the said individual need no longer be considered as such.
The enforcement of order becomes possible for anybody with enough power
to control what is projected."
"See?"
"It's all quite simple..."
"Mary!"
this woman's place is in a home
society has judged
she does not fit official standards
and they cannot be budged
there's something in her eyes that says
the struggle's gone too deep
and there's no comfort in the thought of
watching acolytes of doubt
try hard to fight their problems out
excess profit has the clout
to spread the message
we are sane!
not insane!
she reads about a will to power
in papers full of lies
she hears that every time she breathes
some foreign kiddy dies
she's convinved it's her fault
she's tortured by the strain
as words of judgement pour out of the
mouths of those who make their mark
by keeping people in the dark
those who bite worse than they bark
are loudly shouting
we are sane!
not insane!
and the chorus says
"it's all quite normal... la-la-la"
and the chorus says
"it's all quite normal... la-la-la"
the choruses...
are happy as they know no different way
except what they've been told today
("left! right! left! right!")
accepting their limited 'truth' and blankly humming
we are sane!
c) Dictator's Excuse Me
and we are not to blame
we must protect the claim
praise those who hold power
they shall save the last hour
using sacred science
they can stamp out defiance
wheee...!
File #2
"Technician, we want you to build a component
for each of our workers, to be with them always,
at all time watch closely, so we can keep track of
their actions, their interests, their morals, their time out.
Some musak to maim them, some fear to contain them.
Policy will judge, them brute forces degrade them.
Practical behaviour, the cleanser, the saviour.
A private vocation has no sense of nation.
The maintenance of power can be so fulfilling,
just as long as all the slaves are willing.
So this is an order:
we must curb thought disorder.
With a miniature transmitter
we can pavlov the litter
and train it to do as we tell it,
state surgeon, the seed plant
thought soon get a new slant.
So tiny a dogma idea turn to quagmire,
thrum-humming transistor a brain wave insistor,
closed circuit hypnosis an inbuilt psychosis,
not one self expression deliberate supression.
A cycle to squeeze out anyone who we doubt
will must be pliable to be reliable."
tuned into the media system
picture getting hard to see
how did you end up as a prisoner
when you were supposed to be free?
oh, wouldn't you like to know?
lebensraum for megalomania
endless song with one refrain
all eyes fixed upon the conductor
baton taps inside the brain...
We Are Sane
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14. |
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tremulous and quivering such victims as there are
contend with emotions under skin
without wearing water wings
the strike against the stream
hopelessly believing they might swim
here they all come rushing down again
here they all come rushing down again
time has hardly swallowed up the evidence
how is it they say they did not know
that history grows up like a weed
doctrine pinned upon it
bars across the window destroy human being
static mind solidifies
can no longer flow
up against it's borders and unable to pay
much attention to...
human being, human being
human being, human being
when in doubt you turn to find a scapegoat on the wall
gaze into the mirror begging pardon
if everytime we tell a lie a little fairy dies
they must be building death-camps in the garden
Pacing back and forwards
conscience in a box
barred in from the sunlight getting pale
and losing every sense of...
human being, human being
human being, human being
the forces of oppression
forge links around the earth
ordering our faces to the floor
the wilful non-involvement
by hirelings of the crimes
is futile and inhuman as before
the sum of our best efforts
shouldn't lead us back to here
on the road to murder
where we can no longer admit to any
human needing, human feeling
human living, human loving
human fragile, human being
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15. |
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the abstracted shapes
of the people's thoughts
different shops and pubs
all the cheap facades
it is all this city
it is all this city
wind shaken trees
half crumbling parks
the enquiring eyes
fingers parting lace
it is all this city
it is all this city
long straggling queues
of the out of work
a baby sucking sweets
dribbling down his quilt
it is all this city
it is all this city
all this city
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16. |
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instrumental
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17. |
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TV is switched on
the screen reveal a spokesperson
adverts, politics, editing the real
cheap words, money talks
naming itself to be the key
to Utopia, Cornucopia
to a better world you go buy and buy
and if you listen carefully
you can hear the bacon fly
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
history shows that policy demands weapons
selfish desires simply lead to pain
the chit-chat continues
a big pretence that divides
into power blocks
where the orthodox
have a propaganda war to fight
and if you're looking closely
you can see that black is white
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
if the "unthinkable" should happen
and you hear the sirens call
well you can always find some shelter
behind a door against the wall
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
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18. |
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instrumental
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19. |
||||
welcome
welcome
first today to see the creepshow
come see the exhibits
but do not touch
they cannot bear touch
here in the freak show
please do not hang back
it's hard enough to show people around
the creepshow
the creepshow
first, here on the rack strapped
a child's virgin mind
we see the careful whitecoats
affix their machines veins
to the pulsing neck side
checking dials they monitor reaction
she must love her daddy's banker
she must love her daddy's banker
for her part in the creepshow
the creepshow
Amanda, so sad
Amanda
but let's brush over sadness
give her the pills
and diagnose madness
give her... give her... give her... give her...
give her... give her... give her... give her...
Amanda Amandahahahahaha!
anymore for any more?
no!
Cyril Has-Or-Might-Have-Been
must fill his lust
they let him bayonet robots
as his morning constitutional
to sate his rage
unless he feels his age
we can't have that!
sometimes he'll watch a war-film
on the moron machine in the corner of his cell
lost in time
lost in mind
Cyril writhes like smoke
his bigot's eyes are slashed skin
their expression none the nicer
for being blank
Amanda, still mad
Amanda
still sad...
"And so ladies and gentlemen,
we come to the nerve centre of the whole affair.
As you will see, it is a mirror.
To some it is the mirror of dreams,
where every passion, desire and action
flit through the still spaces behind its surface,
tantalising yet distant.
Of these many stand before it until death.
To others, it is distorting,
everything in it being warped and buckled by fear,
yet perceived as reality. These will cringe before it,
wimpering and immobile,
though a few batter their skulls against the dull sheen,
attempting to smash the horrors they believe are in the glass
or at least attain oblivion, whichever comes first.
Some see just a mirror, whilst some see what at first
appears to be their own image.
Which, however, moves them saying
'Come On, Wake up! Who's running this show anyway?'"
now
it's up to you
use your free will
you decide
yes you! you! you decide
whether or not you will return
for if you come again
you'd better bring your ball and chain
unguided embittered attraction of
the creepshow
the creepshow
the creepshow
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20. |
||||
everybody has wisdom everyone understands
food when we are hungry
the touch of loving hands
no one is anyone's property
no one should be a slave
the joining of hearts in free will
begins a tidal wave
don't hold back
don't think that hope is pointless
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
don't believe
that life is closed against us
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
and it doesn't make any difference
the colour of anyone's skin
we need the rejection of prejudice
let peace come flooding in
jealousy is just a parasite hatred is disease
respect for human dignity
become skittering wind blown leaves
don't hold back
don't think that hope is pointless
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
don't believe
that life is closed against us
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
the time is surely coming when we could all be free
when eyes for so long blinded
in opening shall see
that children may grow happily
safe in the love of all
the earth a fertile garden where nobody need crawl
don't hold back
don't think that hope is pointless
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
don't believe
that life is closed against us
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
and if it seems that your hoping heart
has led you into pain
take a tip from the carpenter
forgive and love again
and again
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21. |
||||
everybody has wisdom everyone understands
food when we are hungry
the touch of loving hands
no one is anyone's property
no one should be a slave
the joining of hearts in free will
begins a tidal wave
don't hold back
don't think that hope is pointless
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
don't believe
that life is closed against us
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
and it doesn't make any difference
the colour of anyone's skin
we need the rejection of prejudice
let peace come flooding in
jealousy is just a parasite hatred is disease
respect for human dignity
become skittering wind blown leaves
don't hold back
don't think that hope is pointless
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
don't believe
that life is closed against us
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
the time is surely coming when we could all be free
when eyes for so long blinded
in opening shall see
that children may grow happily
safe in the love of all
the earth a fertile garden where nobody need crawl
don't hold back
don't think that hope is pointless
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
don't believe
that life is closed against us
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
and if it seems that your hoping heart
has led you into pain
take a tip from the carpenter
forgive and love again
and again
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22. |
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time is here place is now
pace becoming faster
in several ways
the passing days
probes beneath the plaster
constant fact and fiction
carries the mind away
constant fact and fiction
seem to be here
pull the switch dream deep rich
monument to the system
pouring in
the choice must win
whoever has time to listen
constant fact and fiction
carries the mind away
constant fact and fiction
seem to be here to stay
gasping in the flood
I need some air
is there any high ground?
so it goes
the body blows
stylistic perfection
the despot's fate
to contemplate
a nuclear erection
constant fact and fiction
carries the mind away
constant fact and fiction
seem to be here
constant fact and fiction
carries the mind away
constant fact and fiction
seem to be here to stay
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23. |
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here we are within it all
trying hard to understand
each other's words
the mouth is opened
the larynx flutters
and out they come a flight
of sweet ephemeral birds
life is only a fistful of bubbles
please don't talk about love
till it shines from your eyes
"mankind I love you" are words spoken
there's no point if they do not mean what they say
truth is more than religious fiction
it is to conscience what grit is to a pearl
life is only a fistful of bubbles
please don't talk about love
till it shines from your eyes
I found a heart
brothers and sisters
we need to be honest
for otherwise we might
as well not talk at all
life is only a fistful of bubbles
please don't talk about love
till it shines from your eyes
life is only a fistful of bubbles
bubbles bub bub bub bub bubbles
please don't talk about love
let it shine let it shine
let it shine from your eyes
from your eyes from your eyes
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24. |
Leader (demo)
02:41
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leader you say that your
policy demands weapons
the chit-chat continues
a big pretence that divides
you say that you talk peace
and yet you never do achieve it
and then you talk again
before passing the bill
don't you know that you are asking
me for more than I'm prepared to give
don't you know that everybody
has to learn to live and let live
well you can throw your missiles
into the sea, suits me!
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25. |
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here we are in dreamland
safe warm and free
better than the outside
come and sleep with me
come join the dancing in the dream
dancing in the dream
no need to ever wake up
no need to use your eyes
after all the outside
is no paradise
come join the dancing in the dream
dancing in the dream
funky dogs on mopeds buzz
to bang the old black doorway
where the paint is peely
crumble like the colour of an eye
saccharine and milk-white
covers tablecloth of teapot
which is poetry in purple
can you hear a baby die
Friday's flower centre has
a bald patch on the forehead
meanwhile Brian makes a
cup of tea without his mother's clothes
pussycat wears wellies
on a pogo-stick of sapphire
while the psychedelic bison
stuffs some tulips up it's nose
all the while we're playing
dancing life away
catch up every teatime
see what's on today
come join the dancing in the dream
dancing in the dream
dancing in the dream
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26. |
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27. |
Dean Baker - Electrosane
01:25
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28. |
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a) Te Dium
in upstairs rooms
the meals are eaten
the cars in the garage ready to go-go
disco baby shed no tear
hot light overhead
shaking meat meet
ho ho weekend, ha ha party
moo moo sacred cow
the White House somedays
on the lawn
well kept pedigree
snap over bones
surplus requirements
appetite angel going down
b) We Are Sane
meanwhile below reports flop into the in-trays
in-trays
meanwhile below reports flop into the in-trays
she stares out of her window
her will is still in bed
she has no memory of herself
for care has drained her head
the poster on the billboard
says she should paint her lips
like the smiles on the tv people
File #1
"If the thought processes of an individual can be permanently limited
to the point of strict conformity to an outside source of thought,
the said individual need no longer be considered as such.
The enforcement of order becomes possible for anybody with enough power
to control what is projected."
"See?"
"It's all quite simple..."
"Mary!"
this woman's place is in a home
society has judged
she does not fit official standards
and they cannot be budged
there's something in her eyes that says
the struggle's gone too deep
and there's no comfort in the thought of
watching acolytes of doubt
try hard to fight their problems out
excess profit has the clout
to spread the message
we are sane!
not insane!
she reads about a will to power
in papers full of lies
she hears that every time she breathes
some foreign kiddy dies
she's convinved it's her fault
she's tortured by the strain
as words of judgement pour out of the
mouths of those who make their mark
by keeping people in the dark
those who bite worse than they bark
are loudly shouting
we are sane!
not insane!
and the chorus says
"it's all quite normal... la-la-la"
and the chorus says
"it's all quite normal... la-la-la"
the choruses...
are happy as they know no different way
except what they've been told today
("left! right! left! right!")
accepting their limited 'truth' and blankly humming
we are sane!
c) Dictator's Excuse Me
and we are not to blame
we must protect the claim
praise those who hold power
they shall save the last hour
using sacred science
they can stamp out defiance
wheee...!
File #2
"Technician, we want you to build a component
for each of our workers, to be with them always,
at all time watch closely, so we can keep track of
their actions, their interests, their morals, their time out.
Some musak to maim them, some fear to contain them.
Policy will judge, them brute forces degrade them.
Practical behaviour, the cleanser, the saviour.
A private vocation has no sense of nation.
The maintenance of power can be so fulfilling,
just as long as all the slaves are willing.
So this is an order:
we must curb thought disorder.
With a miniature transmitter
we can pavlov the litter
and train it to do as we tell it,
state surgeon, the seed plant
thought soon get a new slant.
So tiny a dogma idea turn to quagmire,
thrum-humming transistor a brain wave insistor,
closed circuit hypnosis an inbuilt psychosis,
not one self expression deliberate supression.
A cycle to squeeze out anyone who we doubt
will must be pliable to be reliable."
tuned into the media system
picture getting hard to see
how did you end up as a prisoner
when you were supposed to be free?
oh, wouldn't you like to know?
lebensraum for megalomania
endless song with one refrain
all eyes fixed upon the conductor
baton taps inside the brain..
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29. |
Pendragon - Human Being
06:50
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tremulous and quivering such victims as there are
contend with emotions under skin
without wearing water wings
the strike against the stream
hopelessly believing they might swim
here they all come rushing down again
here they all come rushing down again
time has hardly swallowed up the evidence
how is it they say they did not know
that history grows up like a weed
doctrine pinned upon it
bars across the window destroy human being
static mind solidifies
can no longer flow
up against it's borders and unable to pay
much attention to...
human being, human being
human being, human being
when in doubt you turn to find a scapegoat on the wall
gaze into the mirror begging pardon
if everytime we tell a lie a little fairy dies
they must be building death-camps in the garden
Pacing back and forwards
conscience in a box
barred in from the sunlight getting pale
and losing every sense of...
human being, human being
human being, human being
the forces of oppression
forge links around the earth
ordering our faces to the floor
the wilful non-involvement
by hirelings of the crimes
is futile and inhuman as before
the sum of our best efforts
shouldn't lead us back to here
on the road to murder
where we can no longer admit to any
human needing, human feeling
human living, human loving
human fragile, human being
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30. |
Tim Bowness - This City
04:41
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the abstracted shapes
of the people's thoughts
different shops and pubs
all the cheap facades
it is all this city
it is all this city
wind shaken trees
half crumbling parks
the enquiring eyes
fingers parting lace
it is all this city
it is all this city
long straggling queues
of the out of work
a baby sucking sweets
dribbling down his quilt
it is all this city
it is all this city
all this city
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31. |
Coburg - This City
05:21
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the abstracted shapes
of the people's thoughts
different shops and pubs
all the cheap facades
it is all this city
it is all this city
wind shaken trees
half crumbling parks
the enquiring eyes
fingers parting lace
it is all this city
it is all this city
long straggling queues
of the out of work
a baby sucking sweets
dribbling down his quilt
it is all this city
it is all this city
all this city
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32. |
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instrumental
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33. |
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TV is switched on
the screen reveal a spokesperson
adverts, politics, editing the real
cheap words, money talks
naming itself to be the key
to Utopia, Cornucopia
to a better world you go buy and buy
and if you listen carefully
you can hear the bacon fly
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
history shows that policy demands weapons
selfish desires simply lead to pain
the chit-chat continues
a big pretence that divides
into power blocks
where the orthodox
have a propaganda war to fight
and if you're looking closely
you can see that black is white
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
if the "unthinkable" should happen
and you hear the sirens call
well you can always find some shelter
behind a door against the wall
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
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34. |
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instrumental
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35. |
Creepyshow
11:58
|
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36. |
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everybody has wisdom everyone understands
food when we are hungry
the touch of loving hands
no one is anyone's property
no one should be a slave
the joining of hearts in free will
begins a tidal wave
don't hold back
don't think that hope is pointless
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
don't believe
that life is closed against us
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
and it doesn't make any difference
the colour of anyone's skin
we need the rejection of prejudice
let peace come flooding in
jealousy is just a parasite hatred is disease
respect for human dignity
become skittering wind blown leaves
don't hold back
don't think that hope is pointless
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
don't believe
that life is closed against us
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
the time is surely coming when we could all be free
when eyes for so long blinded
in opening shall see
that children may grow happily
safe in the love of all
the earth a fertile garden where nobody need crawl
don't hold back
don't think that hope is pointless
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
don't believe
that life is closed against us
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
and if it seems that your hoping heart
has led you into pain
take a tip from the carpenter
forgive and love again
and again
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37. |
||||
TV is switched on
the screen reveal a spokesperson
adverts, politics, editing the real
cheap words, money talks
naming itself to be the key
to Utopia, Cornucopia
to a better world you go buy and buy
and if you listen carefully
you can hear the bacon fly
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
history shows that policy demands weapons
selfish desires simply lead to pain
the chit-chat continues
a big pretence that divides
into power blocks
where the orthodox
have a propaganda war to fight
and if you're looking closely
you can see that black is white
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
if the "unthinkable" should happen
and you hear the sirens call
well you can always find some shelter
behind a door against the wall
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
|
||||
38. |
||||
TV is switched on
the screen reveal a spokesperson
adverts, politics, editing the real
cheap words, money talks
naming itself to be the key
to Utopia, Cornucopia
to a better world you go buy and buy
and if you listen carefully
you can hear the bacon fly
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
history shows that policy demands weapons
selfish desires simply lead to pain
the chit-chat continues
a big pretence that divides
into power blocks
where the orthodox
have a propaganda war to fight
and if you're looking closely
you can see that black is white
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
if the "unthinkable" should happen
and you hear the sirens call
well you can always find some shelter
behind a door against the wall
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
don't make me laugh!
|
||||
39. |
||||
everybody has wisdom everyone understands
food when we are hungry
the touch of loving hands
no one is anyone's property
no one should be a slave
the joining of hearts in free will
begins a tidal wave
don't hold back
don't think that hope is pointless
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
don't believe
that life is closed against us
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
and it doesn't make any difference
the colour of anyone's skin
we need the rejection of prejudice
let peace come flooding in
jealousy is just a parasite hatred is disease
respect for human dignity
become skittering wind blown leaves
don't hold back
don't think that hope is pointless
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
don't believe
that life is closed against us
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
the time is surely coming when we could all be free
when eyes for so long blinded
in opening shall see
that children may grow happily
safe in the love of all
the earth a fertile garden where nobody need crawl
don't hold back
don't think that hope is pointless
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
don't believe
that life is closed against us
love is a, love is a,
love is a, love is an open door
and if it seems that your hoping heart
has led you into pain
take a tip from the carpenter
forgive and love again
and again
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Twelfth Night are an English progressive rock band of the 1980s, reformed between 2007 and 2012 and again in 2014.
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