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Illusions
06:07
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What can I see,
With all these walls around me?
All of my life I’ve built them up,
I’m caught inside of definition,
And I can’t help but feel I’m stuck.
What can I feel,
When every feeling feels so real?
When you see ice and I see fire,
My heart is lied to by desire,
An Iron chain of boundless zeal.
If time is an illusion,
Where does that leave me but
Trapped inside an everchanging dream:
A simulation of
What will come to pass,
If we can find a way to see
Past the Illusions.
What can I know,
When water so clear can turn to snow?
All of these questions inside my head are
Fighting a war with me,
When all that dictates a tree’s life is the color
Of the stuff that falls from the sky.
Some say time is fixed;
A fleeting image to our minds,
Each wristwatch: a corrosion,
Each telescope a time machine, to
See the stars of our past lives.
We look through the glass at
Twisted objects held up to the other side
Trying to make out shapes and figures that
We can call
The truth
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2. |
Too Small
03:39
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Ladies and Gentlemen,
Sit Down I need to make amends
Cause it's come to my attention
That most of you are straight white men,
With two blue eyes and that's fine
But alas my friend came out the other day,
So how your heads and let us pray
That he finds himself again eventually
So put your hands together,
And burn your polyester
That'd mean the world to me
And if you're happy and you know it that's a sin
In grand design or grand abandonment,
Our only concern is in who wins
This world is on decline,
Just how it's all be prophesized
Some say the human race
Now has their morals all misplaced
And has forgotten that their mother is the earth
But I think that that's all pretty selfish,
We renew garbage more than vows
And we're all eating too much shellfish
And if you're happy and you know it that's a sin
In grand design or grand abandonment,
Our only concern is in who wins
Cuz maybe we're all just pretty odd
And maybe we're too small to talk to God
Maybe we're too small to talk to God
And from church to steeple
(From synapse to synapse, our wealth comes in what we do)
Our health comes when we're forgiven
For the sins that we're committing,
Because our instincts can be misleading
(You shouldn't think while you're feeling)
And if you're happy and you know it that's a sin
In grand design or grand abandonment,
Our only concern is in who wins
Cuz maybe we're all just pretty odd
And maybe we're too small to talk to God,
Maybe we're too small
And maybe we're too smart to talk to god
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3. |
Basement Hamsters
05:20
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Tell me once or twice about the times
That I ran too fast away from the civilized
I was lost at sea, well it was no surprise
That I found myself swimming against the tide
I’m not young, but I’m still a child
I need a sense of faith,
A hope for a little while
Maybe I’m lost to the depths of night
With fate on my breath and messing with my sight
There’s much too much to remember
I’ve been away,
I’ve been inside
Still you’re looking at me like I’ve got something to hide
There’s a part of me that I have yet to find
Maybe I’m confused, wondering why
Why you come and go,
Oh please stay the night
And I might be young, I might be a child
But help me to my feet, try
And there’s much too much to remember
I’ve been away,
And I’ve been inside
Still you’re looking at me like I’ve got something to hide
There’s a part of me that I have yet to find
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4. |
Ignorance
03:19
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Ignorance,
The bane of our existence
The world exists in only white and black
When we don't know that we know nothing
We see the other color and attack,
Cause we all know they're backwards and disgusting
But when they look at us, well then
What do you think they're gonna see?
Poverty is rampant, as is war
But even so we'll easily forget it
We all should give a portion to the poor,
But instead I sit and play a thousand dollar trumpet
But if we work together,
With the only life we have to live,
Life might not be so bad,
And if we help each other
We can make that great cliche
To find considerance was all we had to have
Hey there Mr. Sun up in the sky,
Don't you know your days are numbered?
And everything beneath you's gonna die
Whether or not they know your atomic structure?
But when we look at you,
All we think is whether we can get a tan.
Every politician,
Every king and every clown
And everyone you'll ever love or meet
Every long-sought mission,
Every smile and every frown,
And everywhere you'll ever rest your feet
And every proud religion, every dirty college dorm
And every child's hopes, every calm before the storm
And every human folly, if you like it or if not,
Still floats in endless time and space
On a tiny pale blue dot.
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5. |
Wandrin'
04:01
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Wandrin’ forward
Underneath the bluest skies,
Only waiting for what I do not know
Wandrin,’
Walking,
Seeking why the bluebirds fly
Feeling lonely, knowing not what that may show
With the wind,
The feeling of freedom that slips into my eyes
Seeking whether I alone can reach the highest highs
Waxing,
Waning
Getting deeper all the time
Until at last I can succumb to my demise
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6. |
Sunny Side
04:34
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Apologize,
Apologize to me
God knows you used to
For everything you didn't do
Apologize
Another time, another place
Another twinkle in your eyes, a smile on your face
I want to send my thoughts away,
Cause I'm worried I might get paranoid again
And on the sunny side of my mind,
South from the sadness,
Where two out of three ain't bad
There's a losing battle of heart vs. head
It makes me angry,
But I'm Far from mad
And so we're here
Another why, another where
Another question of "Who's to say it's fair?"
I'm dropping all my eaves as I run
True, you deserve the world, but doesn't everyone?
And on the sunny side of my mind,
South from the sadness,
Where two out of three ain't bad
There's a losing battle of heart vs. head
It makes me angry,
Don't you dare say I'm mad
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7. |
Come Passion
04:13
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I'm one with the family
Of dogs who look with eager eyes each day.
They shake with great excitement that the door frame of their cage
May bring to them freedom through play,
And I wonder why
There are people taking every action like it wields such a great weight,
As if by some strange order our nature's our enemy;
Dogs grown to monkeys and monkeys to man,
Dogs with hands and and overused conscience.
For every day I see a new door open,
An invitation to a brand new stage,
And every night I see a haze of starlight,
The same that watched over my grandfather's dreams.
And each new law built up from dust
Has only meaning in this microscopic world
Of black and white bacteria.
Wonder, Compassion,
Concepts arising on a speck of soil
In the desert of space.
So why don't you sing me a song about your latest heartbreak,
Dance to the rhythm of the raindrops on your office building,
Stay up late just to finish that song,
Just to prove to yourself that your heart can do anything.
You're a human being so go and be,
Our whole life a spectacle to see,
So every time you choose to breathe,
Remember:
This feeling was made for you and me.
I'm one with the family
Of every child that ever was or ever will be.
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8. |
What I've Noticed
07:29
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On the grass of Ireland there lives a farmer
His crop spreads far and wide across the land
He’s got a wife, a wooden cross, and a daughter,
And his walls are lined with four leaf clovers
He thinks he’s lucky,
The world outside his wall won’t trouble him
His life is honest, and therefore it means something
To the lord he knows has chose this life for him,
But I know there’s more to see
More opportunity to come my way
And you said it’d go unnoticed
But I've noticed:
I’ve noticed you’re wrong.
Deep in the city
Of the great Manhattan island,
There lives a businessman on his own;
He’s got a suit, a briefcase and a remote control,
And his walls are lined with copper wire
Oh he thinks he lucky,
The world outside his walls is clear to him.
He’s seen the news,
He knows the plight of the masses thoughts condemned
And he’s got a stack of green papers to prove that he’s better than them,
But I know there’s more to see
More opportunity to come my way
And you said it’d go unnoticed
But I’ve noticed:
I’ve noticed you’re wrong
The farmer kneels down beside the fire
And does the thing he was taught would make everything right
Oh, perhaps he’s lucky:
To him there’s an answer,
No mystery or strife
But I know there’s more to see,
More opportunities to come my way
And I know life’s just one big mystery
And I have a history
Of finding mystery ain’t wrong.
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9. |
Next to You
04:25
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Well I find myself
Running with
No direction
Searching for any reason to stay but,
Eventually this will end
Sometimes I need a place to rest my head,
Sometimes I'm running through the night
But if I end up in your arms instead,
Please don't patronize my life
Cause I'm not sure what I want,
But that's all right,
And that's alright
I may be going about this wrong but,
It's too late now
And I think I may have just found someone
To help me figure it out
And I'm not sure why you think it's wise
To put my burdens on you
But we can fix things if we try,
And it's what we should do
Now I'm finding who I am
Next to you
I'm a liltle bit lost
And all I needed was your love
Well hopes hopes hopes they fall
With sunken eyes and wake-up calls
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10. |
Depthless
06:25
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It's my curiosity
Interest grows in places I can't see
So break down those high walls of virtue
With your deep desire and you'll hear
On the map I see
There's a town with no dimension
A short time I may be subdued
And in result a broader path in the future
Stuck in precaution by duty and by shame
Why should you fight chance, for your potential pain?
Not for mass of strength, but these marks will instill
Guide us in our future endeavors
And thrive on all your passions is what they say.
Fulfillment will come most every day
Travel to your questions,
Depthless as they seem,
Regret is a second thought
It seems you’ve rearranged the pieces of your life
And people may question your intentions
Your heart's not in your head for a reason
No more wandrin' through illusions, cheated skies clear for the truth
Thrive on all your passions is what they say.
Fulfillment will come most every day
Travel to your questions,
Depthless as they seem,
Regret is a second thought
So give them your heart, but with your head;
Speak no riddles, only truths should be said.
The people who care, the people who don't yet too,
They want to understand, know what makes up you.
And can't you see, oh can't you see?
Whatever these changes do, they will not denature me.
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