Capricornia don't walk away
show me to the back of your hand
capricornia don't leave me here
dying in the back of your land.
In the evening things all fall apart
they crawl away dying in the bushes alone
in the morning well I see myself
see myself as a Christ like figure walking.
In the evening things all fall apart
they crawl away
drowning in the setting sun
in the morning well I see myself
I see myself as a father mother brother sister.
Capricornia don't walk away
show me to the back of your hand
capricornia don't fade away
show me to the back of your hand
capricornia it's a free ride
capricornia.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Cemetery In My Mind
Locked in the mall in a state of fright
Looking for salvation in a car headlight
But you can't have what you can't buy
Tomorrow is better than yesterday,
Tomorrow is better than today,
Tomorrow is better than yesterday they say
Cemetery in my mind
Cemetery in my mind
This must be my time
Wake work drink sleep retire
Tide comes up way too high
You can fall but can you rise
Cemetery in my mind,
You can fall but can you rise
There's no pulse no sign of life,
Cemetery in my mind.
Looking for salvation in a car headlight
But you can't have what you can't buy
Tomorrow is better than yesterday,
Tomorrow is better than today,
Tomorrow is better than yesterday they say
Cemetery in my mind
Cemetery in my mind
This must be my time
Wake work drink sleep retire
Tide comes up way too high
You can fall but can you rise
Cemetery in my mind,
You can fall but can you rise
There's no pulse no sign of life,
Cemetery in my mind.
Cold Cold Change
Cold cold change, we were so excited
But you came and went so soon
Cold cold change, we were not invited
We smiled all the while we were taken in
Cold cold change, bringing in the winter
Freezing up the water, closing up the mind
One more danger, gonna have to deal with
One last moment fading all the time
But no lasting change, well we were turned around
We jumped in the air to see over the wall
No master plan, it's a bad design
Significant time in spite of us all
Cold cold change, we were so excited
Waiting on the outside, waiting to begin
Left us all angry and bewildered
Laughing at the way we were taken in
You better lock the door, turn it off (the light)
We'll leave the nights alone, better keep me hoping
That the change is over, the ice is gone
And when the weather's warmer you can hear me shouting yeah
But you came and went so soon
Cold cold change, we were not invited
We smiled all the while we were taken in
Cold cold change, bringing in the winter
Freezing up the water, closing up the mind
One more danger, gonna have to deal with
One last moment fading all the time
But no lasting change, well we were turned around
We jumped in the air to see over the wall
No master plan, it's a bad design
Significant time in spite of us all
Cold cold change, we were so excited
Waiting on the outside, waiting to begin
Left us all angry and bewildered
Laughing at the way we were taken in
You better lock the door, turn it off (the light)
We'll leave the nights alone, better keep me hoping
That the change is over, the ice is gone
And when the weather's warmer you can hear me shouting yeah
Comfortable Place On The Couch
Comfortable suburban home
Too afraid to go out on your own
Comfortable place on the couch
Natures a stranger keep it out
Haul away
So you got coastline for fence
It could be your first line of defence
You'll never be ready for this
Ignorance is bliss haven't you heard
Haul away
Give me your sermon on the mount
Give me your final account
Your house is so blissfully calm
I'll bury you down at the farm
Haul away
They say the truth is what you see
I know the truth is what you feel
Too afraid to go out on your own
Comfortable place on the couch
Natures a stranger keep it out
Haul away
So you got coastline for fence
It could be your first line of defence
You'll never be ready for this
Ignorance is bliss haven't you heard
Haul away
Give me your sermon on the mount
Give me your final account
Your house is so blissfully calm
I'll bury you down at the farm
Haul away
They say the truth is what you see
I know the truth is what you feel
COMMON GROUND
THESE ARE NOT DISPASSIONATE WORDS OF THE COOL /
THE HEADLINE STILL RULES THE EDITOR'S A FOOL /
SHALL WE DOUSE OUT THE FLAMES OR WILL EVERYBODY FUSE /
AND LEAVE US STRANDING HERE TOMORROW /
I HEARD A CALLING OUT. A CRY FROM THE HEART /
FROM THE TOWNS OF CEMENT AND NO BEAUTY /
A WHISPER IT TURNED HOWL. MAN HE DIDN'T KNOW /
HE WAS STANDING WAITING FOR TOMORROW /
NOTHING'S LEFT NOTHING'S FOUND THERE MUST BE SOME COMMON GROUND /
NOTHING'S LEFT NOTHING'S FOUND THERE MUST BE SOME COMMON GROUND /
I COULD NEVER FIGURE THE CALENDARS FLOW /
NOR CAN I WORK OUT HOW THE WILD WIND BLOWS /
BUT WE'RE READY FROM WITHIN AND WE'RE STARTING TO GO /
AWAY FROM THE PLACE OF NO TOMORROW /
NOTHING'S LEFT NOTHING'S FOUND THERE MUST BE SOME COMMON GROUND /
NOTHING'S LEFT NOTHING'S FOUND THERE MUST BE SOME COMMON GROUND /
OH THE WRECKING FIELDS ARE A TERRIBLE PLACE. WITH A SULPHUROUS SMELL AND A FRIGHTENING PACE AND THE HOOK GOES IN EARLY AND THE CRITIC IS KING AND IT'S HARD TO STAY HUMAN AND STAND IN THE RING / THERE'S NO TIME TO BE ABSENT, A CLOWN OR A FOOL /
WHILE SHYLOCK IS SMILING WE'RE LOADED LIKE MULES /
IF WE SURRENDER OURSELVES TO INDUSTRIAL RULES /
WE'LL WAKE UP IN THE WRECKAGE OF TOMORROW/
NOW /
NOTHING'S LEFT NOTHING'S FOUND THERE MUST BE SOME COMMON GROUND /
NOTHING'S LEFT /
SOMETHING'S FOUND CAN WE SEE SOME COMMON GROUND
THE HEADLINE STILL RULES THE EDITOR'S A FOOL /
SHALL WE DOUSE OUT THE FLAMES OR WILL EVERYBODY FUSE /
AND LEAVE US STRANDING HERE TOMORROW /
I HEARD A CALLING OUT. A CRY FROM THE HEART /
FROM THE TOWNS OF CEMENT AND NO BEAUTY /
A WHISPER IT TURNED HOWL. MAN HE DIDN'T KNOW /
HE WAS STANDING WAITING FOR TOMORROW /
NOTHING'S LEFT NOTHING'S FOUND THERE MUST BE SOME COMMON GROUND /
NOTHING'S LEFT NOTHING'S FOUND THERE MUST BE SOME COMMON GROUND /
I COULD NEVER FIGURE THE CALENDARS FLOW /
NOR CAN I WORK OUT HOW THE WILD WIND BLOWS /
BUT WE'RE READY FROM WITHIN AND WE'RE STARTING TO GO /
AWAY FROM THE PLACE OF NO TOMORROW /
NOTHING'S LEFT NOTHING'S FOUND THERE MUST BE SOME COMMON GROUND /
NOTHING'S LEFT NOTHING'S FOUND THERE MUST BE SOME COMMON GROUND /
OH THE WRECKING FIELDS ARE A TERRIBLE PLACE. WITH A SULPHUROUS SMELL AND A FRIGHTENING PACE AND THE HOOK GOES IN EARLY AND THE CRITIC IS KING AND IT'S HARD TO STAY HUMAN AND STAND IN THE RING / THERE'S NO TIME TO BE ABSENT, A CLOWN OR A FOOL /
WHILE SHYLOCK IS SMILING WE'RE LOADED LIKE MULES /
IF WE SURRENDER OURSELVES TO INDUSTRIAL RULES /
WE'LL WAKE UP IN THE WRECKAGE OF TOMORROW/
NOW /
NOTHING'S LEFT NOTHING'S FOUND THERE MUST BE SOME COMMON GROUND /
NOTHING'S LEFT /
SOMETHING'S FOUND CAN WE SEE SOME COMMON GROUND
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
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