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Second Rate
03:59
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No one tells you what to do
Unless they know a thing or two
About what lies behind the image on the screen
All the deep frustration of your dreams
It doesn’t make much sense…
But you’re lost in the present, you can no longer see beyond the faces you’ve been.
Should you take what’s in front of you, leave it behind and concede to the grip of the second rate?
Searching for a narrative
To substitute for what you really did
When I caught you turning upside down and front to back
In opposition to the facts
It’s hard now to believe in what went before:
Hoping for a future while crawling on the floor.
The disappointment hides a sense of relief
No more hidden voices mocking your complicity
Retaining information made you feel oh so smart
[Dreams were unbecoming]
Then the constant repetition
[Dreams were unbecoming]
Of sustaining contradictions made you fall apart
It doesn’t make much sense…
Cos nothing you ever did made you believe you were right for the future
Now you’re lost in the present, you can no longer see beyond the faces you’ve been.
Should you take what’s in front of you, leave it behind and concede to the grip of the fourth not third not second rate?
It’s hard now to believe in what went before:
Hoping for a future while crawling on the floor.
The disappointment hides a sense of relief
No more hidden voices mocking your complicity
Dreams are unbecoming
Hope is unbecoming
You are unbecoming
Stop the unbecoming
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2. |
Shades Of Grey
05:15
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When nothing seems so real as everything that’s make-believe where no one tells the truth.
You don’t know which way to turn for confirmation you’re not wrong now denial’s the only proof.
There’s conviction everywhere, still nothing as convincing as what you felt before.
Cos the power of deceit - it takes you in and leaves you lost, not knowing what you saw.
Well, certainty is still possible
When it’s just a simple of case of either B or A
Cos when something’s really black or white
Why are people selling me shades of grey?
When nothing seems so real as everything that’s make-believe where no one tells the truth.
Still don’t know which way to turn - you start to feel you’ve got it wrong and so much left to learn.
But certainty is still possible
When it’s just a simple case of either B or A.
[There is no in-between]
Even all the things I used to know
[Chance or were you to blame?]
I take them with a pinch of salt – like everything you say.
[Tell me what you really mean]
Duty or just a game?
There is no in-between
Cos when something’s really black or white
[Differences look the same]
Why are you still selling me shades of grey?
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3. |
When I Disappear
06:32
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Staring in wide-eyed wonder at things beyond all I can understand
All that they find so easy to be is not natural in my hands
Yet you cannot deny, each insanity’s just different reactions to the same demands.
When holding on gets hard it’s easier to just let go
(And disappear)
And falling into madness makes more sense of what you know to be so true.
Taking something from nothing, I separate from all the nonsense I leave behind.
Strange conflicts of truth that shatter the heart of all that was mine.
Now they set me free from webs of deceit to a simplicity your complex equations never will define.
Falling into madness
Bright lights in the darkness
To lead me on into senselessness
Delusions of what might be
Now fading into memory
There’s nothing left here for me.
If I disappear, would you not miss me, would you see me?
If I disappear, would you believe me, would you hear me?
As I disappear, you do not hear me, you don’t miss me
As I disappear, you do not see me, you don’t believe me
When I disappear, you won’t believe me, you won’t hear me
When I disappear, you will not miss me, you won’t see me fade away.
When holding on gets hard it’s easy to let go
And madness makes more sense of everything you know.
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4. |
Next Time, This Time
08:46
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Floating in space we only see beauty
A planet at peace, no fight to survive, no borderlines.
Bathed in the light of the eternal
It’s easy to see that all is potential.
Cos the truth of it is nothing can harm me
And every path leads me home at the end of my journey
Next time I won’t hide – influence your mind
Next time I won’t lose – always free to choose
Next time I’ll move on to one hope, one life, one joy.
- - - - - - - -
Time hits, memory slips, takes a moment to recognise who she is
Imprisoned in her new disguise, then summons the courage to step outside
It’s like crash landing in another world no memory remains of the place she came from
Tastes the fear as senses collide and the violence threatens to suffocate her.
In the chaos around her, she knows she will flounder,
Staring hard through slitted eyes, can’t see the wood for trees.
The sense of an ending - almost overwhelming
Till disconnection from intention brings her to her knees.
Tunes in, mind zones out as she gives in to the media storm
That feeds her what she’s supposed to hear and drowns out the noise of distant war
Cos every single day is a constant fight to pick an easy path between broken promises
She’s falling fast as she loses touch with everything inside that could help to save her
But sometimes she remembers all that’s behind her
In stolen moments lost in nature, smiling at the moon.
Then dreams of forgiveness leave her in pieces.
This time I can’t win
This time I’ll get by as fragments left behind
This time I will hide – deep within your mind
This time there’s no choice – never found a voice
This time I must hold on
In the chaos around her, she knows she will flounder,
Staring hard through slitted eyes, can’t see the wood for trees.
The sense of an ending - almost overwhelming
Till disconnection from intention brings her to her knees.
But when she remembers all that’s behind her
She’s lost in nature, crying at the moon but no one hears her pleas.
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5. |
No Accident
06:33
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If life is what you make it, I’m gonna need some glue
To put it back together, try to make it new.
Something unexpected could mend my broken heart
I’m going through the motions waiting for life to start.
So conscious of the real thing and what I should become
I made the right decisions when I was twenty one
Before all that I believed in, the battles that I fought
Were diluted in the mainstream to be half-accepted thought.
Although I try to change
And the letters rearrange
The message stays the same – and that’s no accident
Even in my fantasies
Everything I try to be
Is tempered by reality – cos nothing happens accidentally.
At times it’s hard to notice the good things in the bad
What used to make me happy, now seem to make me sad.
I look for illumination beneath the exit sign
Is it lighting the potential or just candles for when you die?
Ideas come and go
Like all the things I used to know
Until there’s nothing left – and that’s no accident
Living literally
Can make it hard to see
What the story meant – and that’s no accident
So although I try to change
And the letters rearrange
The message stays the same – and that’s no accident
Even in my fantasies
Everything I try to be
Is tempered by reality – cos nothing happens accidentally.
Every choice and all decisions make a life not chance nor accidents.
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Roll up, roll up for your last and only chance to see
The greatest show on Earth.
Hear children cry as the show leaves town
They know it won’t return.
The money man sits laughing
Watching as the world burns
And as global madness finds a new revival
The prophet writes the next verse (in the Bad News bible)
Life – we all belong here
Live and let live cos we all know
Now it’s time, time to start the healing
And take our place in the greatest show on Earth.
Come see the beasts, watch them play and recognise
Our most innocent selves.
Now see them die - make your choice, there’s a huge supply
As much as you can buy.
If we understood their thinking
And felt pain every time we hunted them
Do you think we’d realise, as life passes from our bright eyes,
We’re suffering for the greater good of humankind?
Life – we all belong here
Live and let live cos we all know
Now it’s time, time to start the healing
And take our place in the greatest show on Earth.
Can’t you hear the cries of Mother Earth calling, calling?
Can’t you see the tears of Mother Earth falling, falling?
Clinging to our creature comforts
Using precious resources as the means to destroy us.
Why does human wanting mean human taking?
We must learn the way of simply human being.
The countdown to annihilation,
The curtain call for all creation,
The closing scene to end everything,
The final act has begun
But the show must go on.
Can’t you hear the cries of Mother Earth calling, calling?
Can’t you see the tears of Mother Earth falling, falling?
We all belong here
Live and let live and share the Earth
Now it’s time to take our place in what might be
The greatest show in the universe!
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