1. |
in space
05:02
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I’ve never felt the prairie wind
and I don’t know if I’d want to
after all it’s not the place I live
or need to be
I’ve never seen my breath freeze
under clear skies at the north pole
I never got a big kick
from sailing out to sea
I want to go to that outer place
I should not hesitate
I want to touch the infinite face
I want to be in space
I’ve never rushed adrenaline
in the fierce crush of the first world
I’ve never heard that battle cry
calling out to me
I’ve never fought a just war
or believed all that I have heard
choosing to be silent
when those taught around me screamed
I want to go to that outer place …etc
I have broken down
shattered on love’s stony ground
my feelings are torn away
leaving truths
that I can’t face
I want to go to that outer place …etc
I want to go to that outer place …etc
© tim o’connor 2007
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2. |
shadow hands
04:53
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I’m existing in a half life
standing still
one step removed
an exile remembering the warmth
waiting at home
for you
living without reason
is like measuring the soul
and finding confirmation
that you are torn
and forever on your own
if you’ve got something to live for
then let me know
if you just want me to give more
then you’d better roll
as fast as you can go
you’d better run before I blow
colours have all faded
I no longer make those memories
it is strangely complicated
always awakening
to this sleepless dream
where characters and their language
are ones that I can’t understand
is this a quiet kind of madness
this black riot of sadness
that binds my shadow hands
if you’ve got something to live for …etc
I am crushed between these feelings
my mind ripped apart and bleeding
buried far beneath the ragged hope
of resurrection
or receiving
redemption from this grieving
in the ashes
of a life lived as a ghost
instead I’m captured by a darkness
that fractures me regardless
and makes me companion to the damned
is this a quiet kind of madness
this black riot of sadness
that binds my shadow hands
that binds my shadow hands
if you’ve got something to live for …etc
you’d better run before I blow
you’d better run before I blow
© tim o’connor 2007
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3. |
come on
06:17
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who will judge the orphan
and who will love the clone
who will criticise the artist
working in the dark alone
who will set the boundaries
that we shall step beyond
and who will guess the language
and then
who shall understand and join us
come on – if you want to be strong
come on – if you want to belong
come on – if you think that it’s wrong
not being able to say what you want
then come on
come on
come on
no dim-witted shit-head’s going to sing this song
no dim-witted shit-head’s going to sing this song
can you feel the starlight
through polluted orange night
and see the moon’s caresses move
within the ebbing tide
if you can question answers
anonymously masked
and find no place for anger
in what little space you’ve left to ask then
come on …etc
open up your eyes to see
that foolish is as foolish does
no token gesture to deceive
or secret garden hiding us
just seeds of evolution sown
where naturally selected grow
so come and join our quiet coup
lest mind assassins censure you
‘cause mind assassins murder truth
come on …etc
© tim o’connor 2007
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4. |
thrilling me
04:43
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you talk amongst yourselves
don’t mind me
you talk amongst yourselves
it’s a pity that you don’t see
I’m not a politician
I don’t give a shit what you think
now if you’ve got my position
locked and loaded
then you’ll understand this
you’re not thrilling me
you’re not thrilling me at all
you’re not thrilling me
it was you who surely died inside
the day you dumbed down genocide
you guilty streak
you’re not thrilling me
you just talk amongst yourselves
stinking in your greed
and while you talk amongst yourselves
I don’t care if you don’t listen to me
I’m not a politician …etc
I don’t fall for your persuasions
or your moral apathy because
I don’t share your dedication
for prosecuting corporate war
you talk amongst yourselves
about living the dream
but you just talk amongst yourselves
scheming like a killing machine
I’m not a politician …etc
I’m not a politician
and I don’t give a shit what you think
© tim o’connor 2007
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5. |
stupidity
05:05
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my problem is
that you won’t stick around
I make it worse
‘cause I don’t under stand
tripping over your feelings
on the floor
we don’t fight
‘cause we don’t hardly speak
what I mean is
we missed each other’s needs
feels like hitting our heads
against a wall
it maybe that we can’t get along
but strangely
I miss you when you’re gone
I know that you can’t bear to live with me
‘cause it’s a cold hard lonely place I’m in
and it seems that everyone could see
our stupidity
is it affliction of my frown
that makes you want to kick me
when I’m down
or maybe it’s the keen edge
of my tongue
it’s a question of differing dignity
never giving ourselves
chance to agree
on who we were
and have become
it maybe that …etc
I know that you …etc
beautiful
our symmetry
reflecting our
stupidity
it maybe that …etc
I know that you …etc
© tim o’connor 2007
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6. |
the way things happen
06:31
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she’s going to holywood (sic)
and I know why
she feels good leaving
her innocence behind
and it’s making her feel
how she wants to feel
it’s kind of funny
the way things happen
it’s a dark surprise
yes it’s funny
the way things happen
the way that star-struck high
strikes in the night
she’s got a tiger
sitting on her shoulder
she doesn’t know it’s there yet
but it’s making her bolder
and it’s making her feel …etc
(she’s) it’s funny the way that it finds
(leaving) a place that can taste dark surprise
(no tears) the way that that star-struck high strikes
(nor grieving here) in the night
(she’s) it’s funny the way that it finds
(leaving) the way that it tastes dark surprise
(no tears) the way that that star-struck high strikes
(here) in the night
(she’s) it’s funny the
(leaving) way that it finds
(no tears) that star-struck high
(nor grieving here) strikes in the night
(she’s) a place that can
(leaving) taste dark surprise
(no tears) it’s strange how that
(nor grieving) star-struck high
(she’s leaving here) strikes in the...
she’s got a reason
for facing her fears
the reason she’s leaving
there are no dreams here
she won’t go back there
hell she’s already gone
she won’t tell if you asked her
where she’s come from
and it’s making her feel …etc
na na na-na-na na
na na na-na
na na na-na-na na
na na na-na
© tim o’connor 2007
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7. |
harder faster
04:39
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I think I’m going to enjoy this
I think I might even smile
don’t look surprised it’s true
I hope you believe it
I want to be here tonight
with you
all right
all right
all right
all right
all right
I want to reach out and touch you
I’d like to lay in your arms
for a little while longer
I want to reach that special place inside
I’ve got to drown in your charms
right now
can’t you see how I want you
can’t you see how I want you
harder
faster
longer my love
faster
harder
stronger my love
I want you my love
I want to be here forever
I want this moment to be
really perfect for you
and I know
we can last together
‘cause after all we wouldn’t be here
like this
lest it were true
because this feeling is true
harder …etc
bigger harder faster
better longer stronger
see how my love
wants to be yours
bigger harder faster
better longer stronger
can you feel how my love
is entangled in yours
bigger harder faster …etc
harder …etc
I think I’m going to enjoy this
I think I might even smile
© tim o’connor 2007
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8. |
goodnight
03:17
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well that’s who we are up here
and this is what we do
so now then
how about you
come on and tell me your tale
explain a thing or two
I’ll give it all back
in lieu
of one more celebration
of mutual inspiration
treasuring all that we knew
now you know what we do
tell me a little of you
yes now then
how about you out there
now you know what we do …etc
now you know what we do …etc
well that’s who we are up here
and this is what we do
so I’ll say goodnight my friends
adieu
© tim o’connor 2007
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