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Grand Design
02:35
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In the theatre of each passing moment
Disembodied voices direct the act that we act
Through the noise of each identical day
We still hear the music that makes us dance
But somewhere deep inside,
Or so the story goes,
There is a sacred place
And within those limits, the true self is contained
We've built museums and galleries
For all our depictions of life
We invite people, the people come
And that's the magic of our minds
Every trick of the eye is by design
Sorrow and ageing and weakness and need
No such limits in the realm of dreams
But the more that we keep to ourselves
The less we recognize what the mirror sees
We are fluent in every genre and movement
May our canvas be never clean
Seems what we draw and draw upon
Is the most that we can be
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When The Fever Broke...
02:14
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It's a place from my dreams
I've been here before
What is left?
Images we paint and sketch
The most beautiful of the chosen few
We held each other the whole night through
We beamed with pride as our garden grew
But when the fever broke, I knew
Unobstructed vision
A sense of place of time
For such a small price,
We bought ourselves peace of mind [epictetus]
Love to be sure is nothing much to lose
But the young swear it is
And it,s their life to choose
God knows we were young
But these things change
I tried to join the dance
But you walked away
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3. |
Where I Was From
02:52
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My voluntary exile
Just like the three denials:
Came before the break of day
Where I was from
That's how unconditional love was repaid
The familiar and the serene
Couldn't compete with
The billion other me's
On glowing screens
In wish-fulfilling scenes
So soon the moment came
I knew I'd leave
Where I was from
I learned about the sentimental type
I learned what becomes of those
Who can't accept that their innocence has died
Where I was from
The accents are strange
Where I was from
They're set in their ways
Where I was from
Roam the ghosts of my life
Where I was from
Is where I will die
Who will lead me back
To the ceremony of innocence
To what it was, and what it meant
Who will lead me?
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4. |
Parade
01:56
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Every day:
The picturesque parade
Looking back at me
At the gate,
On the outside looking in,
Where do I fit in?
God knows we were young
But these things change
I tried to join the dance
But you walked away
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5. |
Colony
04:17
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Step right in, into my quarantine
Where thoughts I cannot trace
Have formed a colony
Repaint, remodel, recast, and revise
Rework every meaning in my mind
Someone said,
If only what we hope
Could become what we know
Just as surely as we grow old
Every promise is a prophecy
But nothing's guaranteed
And my silence
Has not protected me
Step right in, into my quarantine
Where thoughts I cannot trace
Have formed a colony
Repaint, remodel, recast, and revise
Rework every meaning in my mind
Someone said,
If only what we borrow
Could become what we own
Just because we say so
The contagion is airborne
We know what's inside
And it burns
The future,s a dreamscape
We know what we've lost
And it burns
Every promise is a prophecy but nothing's guaranteed
And my silence has not protected me
No sanctuary
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6. |
Counter Culture
02:21
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All I ever really wanted
Was a perfect place to hide
An analogous existence
Unseen by the camera's eye
No confrontation, no contamination,
No admittance without invite:
An android's dream of self-defence
Made organic through artificial intelligence
Now every single second,
I do a thousand things
The accumulation of encrypted signals augments my reality
The future may be overcrowded
But I'm counting down the days
I've got wisdom beyond my years
And the esteem of my peers
And I've got the stats to prove it
There's safety in numbers, the future's in crowds
Is there a better way, don't we know by now?
All I ever wanted was to know what counts
And look what we've found
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7. |
End of History
02:59
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Now we know
It was just a flash of light
But at the time it felt like
The dawn of something new
About a decade left to live
About a decade left to lose
A nation of wealth
Obsessed with itself
Overplaying the winning hand
It'd been dealt
Yeah, it was a simpler time
But good men were hard to find
And only a few โ the few, the proud โ
Only a few of his kind broke free
To understand a man
Understand what the world was like
When he was young
Remember those days under the sun
The music, the message, all the wholesome fun
Family and friends on Memorial Day
The thrumming banality of decay
Yeah, it was a happier time
But good men were hard to find
And only a few of the best and brightest
Knew wrong from right
A suburban sort of irony
And a heavy heart always on the sleeve
That was the voice of the doom generation
At the end of history
Yeah!
The words still burn in our heads
It hurt to see him hurt himself
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8. |
World House
03:15
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To feel incapable of nothing less
We were paved to pave the way
Our mouths knock the line, but heels hold it down
This mask so tight it's skin deep
An Anaheim 9-5
Much like Acadian assembly lines
Violence and silence, the rhymes of life
Put the same thing in the same sky
No matter their origin, exploding undeserved
Every floor bombed is a floor in the house of the world
But the collective brain remembers things
Perhaps as they should have been
And not the lies and the cruelty
That softens as it slips into memory
No matter their origin, exploding undeserved
Every floor bombed is a floor in the house of the world
Miss the bus, laugh a summer laugh
Walk to work, take the flower path
Which didn't happen, but did because it could have
Sitting pretty at the top of the world
Every floor is a floor in the house of the world
In every room is a feeling in every room there's a meaning
An Anaheim 9-5
Exactly like Acadian assembly lines
Let's be honest, let's be understood
Just 'cause we're better doesn't mean we're good
Every floor is a floor in the house of the world
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