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Taken to a place underground,
a cavern, ten thousand steps down.
The only light was fire fly glow,
reflecting in the blue crystal show.
Feeling in the darkness surrounding me,
roots of giant Sequoia trees
anchor the canopy of life that's above.
The answer to the mystery of life is _
Traveled through the jungles of the Yucatan
and drank the potion from the magic man.
Held the starlight inches from my face,
pushed the door open, # 7.
I walked the path way to heaven.
Saw the same face of God.
Seems every where I go
I see the same face, I feel the same flow.
With every one I meet and every hand I shake,
I'm every man, trying my best to get to know
because everything's at stake.
We're the same tribe.
Passing through Morocco for the faithful is a trip.
Hallucinating visions drives my desert ship.
For a thousand miles we could not fail,
can't enjoy if you can't inhale.
Clearly a lifetimes need of some experience and
for the record, peace.
Seems every where I go
I see the same face, I feel the same flow.
With every one I meet and every hand I shake,
I see myself in every man, trying my best to get to know
because everything's at stake.
We're the same tribe
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Heading for the classroom yesterday
The kids file through the metal machine, it finds what they may hide
No it just ain't right
A sign of the times
Another church is burning to the ground...
Looking for the vandals and they're nowhere to be found
But the hate's alive
A sign of the times, sign of the times
A sign of the times, sign of the times
Would someone please let me know, how we have spun out of control?
Has the captain let go of the wheel?
Or could we please try to find a way to be a bit more kind?
I see the road to tomorrow in the haze
On the Senate floor they congregate
Many pockets lined with green from those behind the scenes
Yeah, they take the bribe (it's on the side)
A sign of the times, sign of the times
A sign of the times, sign of the times
Would someone please let me know, how we have spun out of control?
Has the captain let go of the wheel?
Or could we please try to find a way to be a bit more kind?
I see the road...
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You're an angel with your wings broken
Wearing sandals that I tripped in
You're a holiday already taken
A cocktail that's stirred, never shaken
Your head's in overload
You've reached your threshold
And you're about to explode...
Open your eyes - Just say what you want to say
Open your eyes - You see yours isn't the only way
Open your eyes - To you everyone is blind
Open your eyes - Open your eyes and your mind
You're like a handgun that's fully loaded
Making idle threats of violence
Your head's in overload
You've reached your threshold
And you're about to explode...
Open your eyes - You take what you want for free
Open your eyes - And you see what you want to see
Open your eyes - To you everyone is blind
Open your eyes - Open your eyes and your mind
Open your eyes - Just say what you want to say
Open your eyes - You see yours isn't the only way
Open your eyes - To you everyone is blind
Open your eyes - Open your eyes and your mind
Open your mind...
Open your mind...
Open your mind...
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There's a thunder in my head,
a roar I can't escape.
I can't ignore this certain fate
I'm experiencing something.
I can't explain.
There's a frame of reference fragile at best.
An itching fear that's stronger than the rest.
Follow the black ribbon into the sun.
Push it further baby, careful with this burnout now.
I'm losing myself in you
and trying to get back to me.
But I'm so far away, I'm losing myself.
The sand in my mouth,
the wind and heat I feel numb.
Ten days on the road and it feels
like where I've been ain't so bad.
Gotta get back home to you.
Gotta get back home to you.
Gotta get back home.
Throttle back slowly there's no time like now.
Red line it baby I'm pushing to the edge now.
I'm losing myself in you
and trying to get back to me.
But I'm so far away, I'm losing myself.
I'm beating down this desert highway
one hundred miles an hour times two.
But I'm so far away, I'm a million miles away.
I'm losing myself in you
and trying to get back to me.
But I'm so far away, I'm losing myself.
Get me off this desert highway.
Gotta get back to you but I'm so far away.
I'm a million miles away.
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With a simple wave,
her hand creates my universe.
She spins and dances around the fire.
Eyes search the open road,
caught up in the sound of
transmissions burning down the wire.
We reach out for the sky
and were never coming down.
We reach out for the sky
and were never coming down.
Live life in extreme
better then any magazine could ever hope to describe.
Ripped, we sweat this desert dance, baby do your best.
We're on our way to higher consciousness.
We reach out for the sky
and we're never coming down.
Keep reaching, keep reaching.
We're never coming down.
High on a million breaths of her,
I surrender to the magic all around me.
We reach out for the sky
and we're never coming down
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I'd reconciled my anger got outside of danger.
I was waiting for some signal, a sign from angels.
When the tide turns against you
it's a strange sensation, a revelation of imagination.
I could change my course and face the flow,
reap the seeds that I had sewn or follow that old river south.
Here's what I found out.
I was standing on the Great Divide looking out across America.
Trying to find my truth, define it for myself.
I died the day when I saw this place.
I saw what I could lose.
A very simple mechanism separates the fool from wisdom.
The lines between us are not real.
Conditioning is what makes us feel ignorant.
And apathy will feed our hate.
So we can never give in.
There I was standing at the Great Divide, looking for the truth in America.
For all that time I searched, when I closed my eyes,
I found the thing I was looking for.
I had it all the time.
So are we standing at the Great Divide?
Is there hope for America?
Take the flag we wave, the freedoms that we sing.
Without respect for one other,
it doesn't mean a thing
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Lying here awake again.
Minutes before dawn I hear your breathing,
your heart beat like a song.
Lately I've been feeling a little less then good but
seeing things for the first time like I never could.
I've had my head down against the door,
trying to get to something I couldn't find before.
That special something, that feeds my soul,
is a rhythm to live by, it's a rhythm of hope.
Something drives us onwards.
Something gives us strength.
What makes our judgment falter is the questions we think.
Who am I to fly so high?
What gives me the right to dream of what could be,
keep reaching for the light?
I've been standing in front of that door,
basing my happiness on what' I knew before.
Searching for something that moves my soul.
A rhythm to hold to, a rhythm to live to.
Have you been down like this before?
I guarantee there's something waiting for you just open that door.
A rhythm to live by, that moves your soul.
A rhythm that holds you.
A rhythm to live to.
And if there's one thing we all need now,
it's a rhythm to live by, a rhythm of hope.
Lying here awake again
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There's hunger in Africa,
and anger on assembly lines.
At the touch of a button
I'm miles away.
I want no connection, just information,
and I'm gone.
I feel so helpless,
so I turn my gaze to another place.
MY GLOBAL MIND reaches out for the truth.
Why try holding back the wave?
You'll only drown in the changes.
You've got to learn to let go.
Just let go and experience the flight.
Try to see from a different side.
If balance is the key
maybe we'll see
a future understanding,
then we won't feel so helpless,
and turn away and hide from the change.
MY GLOBAL MIND searches for something new.
MY GLOBAL MIND zeros in on news.
Time and rules are changing.
Attention span is quickening.
Welcome to the Information Age.
I feel so helpless,
so I turn my gaze to another place.
MY GLOBAL MIND searches for something new.
MY GLOBAL MIND zeros in on news.
MY GLOBAL MIND reaches out for the truth
MY GLOBAL MIND zeros in on you.
It's searching everywhere,
across the mountains,
across the oceans,
across every man made line.
No boundary gonna keep it from you.
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Most of this is memory now
I've gone too far to turn back now
I'm not quite what I thought I was but
Then again I'm maybe more
The blood-words promised, I've spoken
Releasing the names from the circle
Maybe I can leave here now and, o
Transcend the boundaries
For now I'm standing here
I'm awaiting this grand transition
The future is but past forgotten
On the road to madness
Times measure rusts as it crawls
I see its face in the looking glass - stop
This screaming laughter hides, the pain of its reality
Black, the door was locked I opened
And now I've paid that price ten-fold over
Knowledge - was it worth such torment, oh
To see the far side of shadow
And still I'm standing here
I'm awaiting this grand transition
I'm a fool in search of wisdom
And I'm on the road to madness
Yes, I'm on the road to madness
I'm awaiting endlessly
Pounding rhythms echo me
Won't you take me somewhere far beyond the void
And still I'm standing here
I'm awaiting this grand transition
Maybe one day, oh I'll meet you, and we'll
Walk the roads to madness
Yes, we're on the road to madness
Oh, I think they've come to take me
I hear the voice, but there's no-one to see
I can't scream, too late it's time
Stay on the course to pass
You'll never find the answer
To a place where darkened angels
Seemed lost and never found
Scream to see the light of
Forming figures fast behind you
Lay the past in the wind to spin
And your fate will sail beyond the open plains
Sail with angels onward
Live or die for the chosen one said
Saber sights cast a spell behind you
And they lock in all around
Free the scene insider
Never looking back to find why
Ride a course till the end of time
And you'll stand atop the gate
Laying waste in a path recited
Fighting force won't avenge the guided black wing
Oh, electric might poses fright inside me
Seeing light at the end of sight reminds me
I've passed away
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You've got a cardboard house,
live there all the time.
Keep your memories tied with string.
The gace that many once-adored,
twenty years gone maybe more.
Somewhere you lost the dream.
Mama watched your every move,
but now you're alone. She's been gone for a while.
Daddy left some time ago,
fading years pass too slow.
He's the only one, could make you smile -
oh, you're still crying -
big city bound.
Gonna make you mark.
Read your name in the lights all the ads and people say,
beauty lets you get your way.
Tried your best to prove them right but living on the
streets ain't bad,
sad people make you glad.
Pardon me, could you spare some change? -
oh, you're still crying -
street corner girl.
Watch the crowd go by,
fill your tin can with life.
Summer days tend to slip away like your men you couldn't
make them stay.
Hard to choose, whiskey or a wife.
Sometimes you wonder where's the end.
Where you goin' where you been?
Happiness seems so hard to win.
Most never care to find, Della Brown sees it all the time.
Looking for that man to make her smile again.
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You and I
long to live like the wind upon the water.
If we close our eyes, we'll maybe realize
there's more to life than what we have known.
And I can't believe I've spent so long
living lies I know were wrong inside,
I've just begun to see the light.
Long ago there was a dream,
had to make a choice or two.
Leaving all I loved behind,
for what nobody knew.
Stepped out on the stage, a life
under lights and judging eyes.
Now the applause has died and I
can dream again...
Is there anybody listening?
Is there anyone that sees what's going on?
Read between the lines,
criticize the words they're selling.
Think for yourself and feel the walls
become sand beneath your feet
Feel the breeze?
Time's so near you can almost taste the freedom.
There's a warm wind from the south.
Hoist the sail and we'll be gone,
by morning this will all seem like a dream.
And if you don't return to sing the song,
maybe just as well.
I've seen the news and there's
not much I can do...alone
Is there anybody listening?
Is there anyone who smiles without a mask?
What's behind the words--images
they know will please us?
I'll take what's real. Bring up the lights.
Is there anybody listening?
Is there anyone that sees what's going on?
Read between the lines,
criticize the words they're selling.
Think for yourself and feel the walls...
become sand beneath your feet.
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They told me to run, but just how far?
Can I go wearing the black mask of fear?
The hate in my eyes always gives me away
The tension building slowly
Now I lost everything I had in you
Nothing we shared means a thing
Without you close to me
I can't live without you
Breaking the silence of the night
Can't you hear me screaming?
I look for your face in the neon light
You never answer me
There's no direction to my stare
No more flame burning in my heart anymore
Quiet, I keep it to myself
Until the sun sets slowly
I hear your voice in the evening rain calling
Nothing will keep us apart
No more lies and fear
There's no end to our story
Breaking the silence of the night
Can't you hear me screaming?
I look for your face in the neon light
You never answer
I could make all the wrong seem right
If you were by my side
I'd gather all the tears you cried
And hide them deep underground
Can't look back, it's just a waste of time
Can't erase this hate from my eyes
Breaking the silence of the night
Through the streets I'm screaming
Looking for you in the neon light
Why don't you answer me?
Breaking the silence with my cries
Can't you hear me screaming?
We could make all this wrong seem right
But you never answer me
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[ SPOKEN ] Nikki: "I've had enough and I WANT OUT!"
Dr. X: "You can't walk away now."
I looked back once
And all I saw was his face
Smiling, the needle crying
Walking out of his room
With mirrors, afraid I heard him scream
You'll never get away
Cold and shaking
I crawled down alleys to try
And scrape away the tracks that marked me
Slammed my face into walls of concrete
I stared, amazed at the words written on the wall
Don't ever trust
Don't ever trust the needle, it lies
Don't ever trust
Don't ever trust the needle when it cries...
Cries your name
Wet and raving
The needle keeps calling me back
To bloody my hands forever
Carved my cure with the blade
That left me in scars
Now every time I'm weak
Words scream from my arm
Don't ever trust
Don't ever trust the needle, it lies
Don't ever trust
Don't ever trust the needle when it cries...
Cries your name
Don't ever trust
Don't ever trust the needle, it lies
Don't ever trust
Don't ever trust the needle when it cries...
Cries your name
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A child alone in daddy's room
The gun was hidden here
No one home to catch me when I fall
A young man now in a private chair
I've seen the world through a bitter stare
But my dream is still alive
I'm going to be the best I can
I want to be a busy man
I want to see a change in the future
I'm gonna make the best of what I have
I want to write for a magazine
I'm gonna be the best they've ever seen
I know I'll win if I give it all I can
I won't let go, gonna make the grade
No, I won't let go
To be the best man, the best man that I can
Back street hoop star you've got it good
You were the wonder
Of the crumbling neighborhood
Now taking bids on the next six digit plan
Showed me that my will survived
The tragedy that came into my life
Giving me hope and the new start
That I have
I won't let go, gotta make the grade
No, I won't let it go
To be the best man, the best man that I can
Step by step I dream the plan
From my chair to walking man
This constant dream is on my mind
Chase the light I see ahead
Luminate the path I tread
I live to be the best I can
Now I'm moving forward
And I'm never looking back
Straight ahead, focused on the big attack
On a roll and I'm never slowing down
I won't be torn between slowing down
I won't be torn between
The man in the chair
And man that's in my dream
I'm going to melt the two men into one
I won't let go, gotta make the grade I set
No, I won't let it go
To be the best man, the best man that I can
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