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We Are Sane
i) 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
ii) We Are Sane
Meanwhile below endless reports flop into the in-trays, in-trays
Meanwhile below endless 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…”
And the chorus says – “It’s all quite normal…”
And the choruses…
Are happy as they know no different way
Except what they’ve been told today
Accepting their limited ‘truth’ and blankly humming
We are sane!
But we are not to blame, we must protect the claim
iii) Dictator’s Excuse Me
Praise those who hold power, they shall save the last hour
Using sacred science they can stamp out defiance
“It’s all quite normal…”
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 what 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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Andy Sears - Carapace
05:42
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Caesars dancing on the brink
Hate the poor because they stink
Kalashnikovs the mullah’s clutch
Killing hands regain their touch
Ignorance and idol fear
States of sin the sick revere
Despair driven from the rear
Hunters hunt the hunted
Glibly stating that it’s all
For God’s sake
Both sides in war for blessings pray
Scatter refugees from fields of play
Financial farmers planting bombs
Crops of death to prove a pointless point
Catholic killers rant and rage
Provo marxmen come of age
Troubles conscience turning page
Dredging obscure scripture
That might justify more murder
For God’s sake
Haunted eyes in bloated skin
Napalm babies weeping waifs of war
Children always suffer most
Innocents exploded into toast
All of us in some way kill
Unless we trust in Heaven’s will
The only victory we need
The three nails Our Lord buried
Namely Pride, Death and Greed
For God’s sake
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Life and death are fought out on a screen
Words and pictures jostle there
But are not clearly seen
Selfishness and greed like driven rain
Soak into the pilgrim soul
Prepared to feel pain
Down here…
Samples of the merchandise displayed
The killer’s tools the toys for fools
The thugs love to parade
Expenses in this business world are high
The average plan takes what it can
The rest must do or die
Down here…
Time and time again we’re torn
Between the world we’re longing for
And the one in which we’re born
Oh Lord can’t you magic it alright?
Is there no answer?
“…You say your love stands until the weather breaks
On the other side of the storm
You say it’s mercy that hold judgment back
That love prefers reform
All the promises you make
Are met in the bread we break
It’s a cross-road onto which your shadow falls
Your love’s not cheap at all…
You say we see you in the Servant Kind
In whose sufferings we are healed
You say we need turn around and see
The love we seek revealed
If we’ll lower the shield of lies
If we’ll drop all our disguise
You have shed forgiveness
Life-blood for us all
Your love’s not cheap at all
Desire to share must proclaim what is missed
The promise of Your full embrace
For all who had You kissed
However often this worlds lies are told
The power of Your promises still holds
They make bold
They comfort and empower us
Where garbage sells as gold
Down here…
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6. |
Twelfth Night - Turning
03:33
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8. |
Twelfth Night - Requiem
04:57
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Twelfth Night UK
Twelfth Night are an English progressive rock band of the 1980s, reformed between 2007 and 2012 and again in 2014.
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