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Wake the Sleeper
03:57
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the rain falls
heavy and cumbersome tonight
oh, oooh oooh ooh ooom
oh, oooh oooh ooh ooom
Relax now, a warm tea and
a heart set
oh, oooh oooh ooh ooom
oh, oooh oooh ooh ooom
The bitter things
They grow and they grow
in the dark ground
oh, oooh oooh ooh ooom
oh, oooh oooh ooh ooom
I search a piece
myself in tender flesh found
oh, oooh oooh ooh ooom
oh, oooh oooh ooh ooom
oh little child that was born
where did you go in the fog
on one side there is light
on the other is the dark
the journey chose, is a little less than its fright
a cardboard in the wind, a cave to carry us in
fear not child
this body will hoooold you tight
oh, oooh oooh ooh ooom
oh, oooh oooh ooh ooom
out in the rain, a perishing home for your sustain
oh, oooh oooh ooh ooom
oh, oooh oooh ooh ooom
the mental frights are only as big as you are
oh, oooh oooh ooh ooom
oh, oooh oooh ooh ooom
wake the sleeper that knows that, allll is fine
oh, oooh oooh ooh ooom
oh, oooh oooh ooh ooom
Are you aware of the rain that falls again?
oh, oooh oooh ooh ooom
oh, oooh oooh ooh ooom
Or is it lost, on ears that fear the sound they tread
oh, oooh oooh ooh ooom
oh, oooh oooh ooh ooom
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2. |
What will you do today?
05:06
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3. |
Honest Blues
03:47
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What a joke
Square one, replay
Ground hog day
All that shit
Is your expression precise?
Little things from the past
That remind us of who we are
Hello egos and transfixed identities
Be a light in a dark tunnel
Be a hope of truth and honesty
In all of this ignorance and backward and wrong
In all of this ignorance and backward and wrong
Plastic people paint plastic pictures of themselves to retain their plasticity
Eating the dreggs of yesteryears culture and fashion
We have to ask
What is left?
What is left?
An honest moment, a breath
A little hate, a little anger
But honesty is deeper and kinder
than the kindness that white lies can give
Honesty is deeper and kinder than the white lies
that this society gives
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4. |
Weeping and Gnashing
03:50
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5. |
Young Ones
02:20
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Stories are told by the young ones
The young ones have a lot to tell
If we just listen with ears wide open
Stories are told by the strong ones
The strong ones have a lot to tell
If we might listen to the shores of open dreams
Then the memories can tell
Then the memories can tell
[Let's say] How we became these strong ones
with muscles, lifting our heads
How we became these strong ones
With swords sheathed never drawing skin
How we escaped all masquerades
How we drowned in the blood of time
How we jumped across high fences
And left old grounds behind
And left old grounds behind
Seeing beauty arise from the ashes
Walking through a cloud of grey
Let's dance with the stars
Hear a whisper
Enlighten the paths of the weary
How we escaped from the world above
How we found new ways to play
out there, is a mystery
And we are not afraid
And we are not afraid
Stories are told by the young ones
The young ones have a lot to tell
If we just listen with ears wide open
Stories are told by the strong ones
The strong ones have a lot to tell
If we might listen to the shores of open dreams
Then the memories can tell
Then the memories can tell
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6. |
Right to Breathe
06:35
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7. |
The Fire
05:18
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Dream of the dew drops falling on the leaves
Dream of the forest and the life that it teams
Dream of a place where all are satisfied
of ignorance or intelligence, it need not matter which lie
I hear you've made a fire
A fire without a name
I hear you've made a fire
To burn and burn this game
Dream of a big blaze, the biggest you've ever seen
Dream of a world changed and purged of false needs
Dream of a reset for us all to behold
Dream of a fresh world, and not as leaders have sold
I hear you've made a fire
A fire without a name
I hear you've made a fire
To burn and burn this game
I hear you've made a fire
A fire without a name
I hear you've made a fire
To burn and burn this game
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8. |
The Grand Moveable Feast
02:42
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Up comes along the greatest feast
Another conflict, another chance a release
The rain it comes, oh no, we feast
The cold or the hot burns, yum we eat
Eating, gorging, never stopping never sleeping
Oh mother benefit where is my meat?
Terror, terror, terror, terror - bang, bang, bang, bang
Mmm, yummy, yummy, it's so, so, so sweet
Bobble head north east west and south
The best corporate conflict chefs, Bon Appetit!
Mmm, mmm, yummy, yummy - magis conflictus
Big world trouble woe, oh what a treat
Look another boogey man, writing on the wall
Who will save us and who will we call
Mmm, mmm, yummy so delish
We dare not admit, we enjoy a good tif - a good tif
The end, the end, the end is nigh
A lovely bountiful, beautiful feast
Inner turmoil and inner conflict
We can push it all out for this moveable feast
Look, look, looky - it's happening over here
No wait, it's changed, it's moved over there
Oh, this time, this place, no wait over there!
All hail, the end, the grand moveable... The Grand Moveable feast
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9. |
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Show me life
Show me desire
You've got it all
Just get it done
Don't waste this chance
It's not pressure or expectation
It's simply reality or consequences
Consequently do what you like
I can't control you
We're all individuals here
We've all come to feed
Safety is an illusion
Don't waste the chance in this game of life
This big charade
We've got a chance to close the book
Finally after all of these years
Let's do it
Let's dance
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10. |
I am not your slave
04:34
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I am not your slave and I will not be told what to do by you
I am not your slave and I will not be told what to do by you
We are free because we say we are
We are the authority because we say we are\
I open the door to your mind this day
To culture life that never withers away
I am not your slave and I will not be told what to do by the clothes that you wear
I am not your slave and I will not be told what to do by the car that you drive
We are free because we say we are
We are the authority because we say we are
I open the door to your mind this day
To culture life that never withers away
I am not your slave and I will not be told what to do by the bullets you shoot
I am not your slave and I will not be told what to do by the weapon in your hand
We are free because we say we are
We are the authority because we say we are\
I open the door to your mind this day
To culture life that never withers away
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Here they come the hoardes of the undead
Here they come the hipster people
Strung out over a millenia
And shitting on your head
It won't last their hipster freedom
It won't last the earth has said
What will we do for processed sugar?
When the earth collapses on its processed boogas
Where will we get our five blend coffee?
When the earth is one and slavery is done
Where is chocolate in the fall of capital expense?
Well it isn't on your bedside table, it isn't starving your rent
In a new world of communal living we'll work the land ourselves
With friends intent on hipster freedom
Like memory has said
Sugar we'll yell
Coffee we'll scream so high
Chocolate we gargle in our last breath of deprivation
Sugar we'll yell
Coffee we'll scream so high
Chocolate we'll say in our responsibility abdication
Where are the slaves we denied were there?
To make us our food before
Where is the veil of consumerism?
That blinded us from the truth
We'll make our own our hipster freedom
Products of the undead
We'll have our freedom when all is done and sleep safely on our beds
Where we dream, dream, dream of privatisation
Dream, dream
And we dream, dream of stupid people with no education
So we can make them our property and force them to do work
A merry go round with people screaming
And off we go again
Sugar we'll yell
Coffee we'll scream so high
Chocolate we gargle in our last breath of deprivation
Sugar we'll yell
Coffee we'll scream so high
Chocolate we'll say in our priority instigation
Or we can dream, dream this world as one
and give up our stupid fight for freedom
When all is said, when all is said and done
Oh, sugar we'll yell
Coffee we'll scream so high
Chocolate we gargle in our last breath of deprivation
Sugar we'll yell
Coffee we'll scream so high
Chocolate we'll say in our private isolation
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