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Big money goes around the world Big money underground Big money got a mighty voice Big money make no sound Big money pull a million strings Big money hold the prize Big money weave a mighty web Big money draw the flies Sometimes pushing people around Sometimes pulling out the rug Sometimes pushing all the buttons Sometimes pulling out the plug It's the power and the glory It's a war in paradise It's a cinderella story On a tumble of the dice Big money goes around the world Big money take a cruise Big money leave a mighty wake Big money leave a bruise Big money make a million dreams Big money spin big deals Big money make a mighty head Big money spin big wheels Sometimes building ivory towers Sometimes knocking castles down Sometimes building you a stairway Lock you underground It's that old-time religion it's the kingdom they would rule It's the fool on television Getting paid to play the fool Big money goes around the world Big money give and take Big money done a power of good Big money make mistakes Big money got a heavy hand Big money take control Big money got a mean streak Big money got no soul |
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| 2. |
| 6:09 |
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My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about. He says it used to be a farm Before the Motor Law. And on Sundays I elude the Eyes, And hop the Turbine Freight To far outside the Wire Where my white-haired uncle waits. Jump to the ground As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline. Run like the wind As excitement shivers up and down my spine. Down in his barn My uncle preserved for me an old machine For fifty-odd years. To keep it as new has been his dearest dream. I strip away the old debris That hides a shining car A brilliant red Barchetta From a better vanished time. I fire up the willing engine Responding with a roar. Tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime. Wind In my hair Shifting and drifting Mechanical music Adrenaline surge Well-weathered leather, Hot metal and oil, The scented country air. Sunlight on chrome, The blur of the landscape, Every nerve aware. Suddenly ahead of me Across the mountainside A gleaming alloy air-car Shoots towards me, two lanes wide. I spin around with shrieking tires To run the deadly race Go screaming through the valley As another joins the chase. Drive like the wind Straining the limits of machine and man. Laughing out loud with fear and hope I've got a desperate plan. At the one-lane bridge I leave the giants stranded at the riverside. Race back to the farm To dream with my uncle at the fireside. |
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| 3. |
| 5:34 |
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Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order An insulated border In between the bright lights And the far unlit unknown Growing up it all seems so one-sided Opinions all provided The future pre-decided Detached and subdivided In the mass production zone Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone *(Subdivisions) In the high school halls In the shopping malls Conform or be cast out (Subdivisions) In the basement bars In the backs of cars Be cool or be cast out Any escape might help to smooth the unattractive truth But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth Drawn like moths we drift into the city The timeless old attraction Cruising for the action Lit up like a firefly Just to feel the living night Some will sell their dreams for small desires Or lose the race to rats Get caught in ticking traps And start to dream of somewhere To relax their restless flight Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights... *Repeat |
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| 4. |
| 5:09 |
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I turn my back to the wind
To catch my breath, Before I start off again Driven on, Without a moment to spend To pass an evening With a drink and a friend I let my skin get too thin I'd like to pause, No matter what I pretend Like some pilgrim Who learns to transcend Learns to live As if each step was the end Time stand still I'm not looking back But I want to look around me now Time stand still See more of the people And the places that surround me now Time stand still Freeze this moment A little bit longer Make each sensation A little bit stronger Experience slips away... Experience slips away... Time stand still I turn my face to the sun I close my eyes I let my defenses down All those wounds That I can't get unwound I let my past go too fast No time to pause If I could slow it all down Like some captain, Whose ship runs aground I can wait until the tide comes around Time stand still I'm not looking back But I want to look around me now Time stand still See more of the people And the places that surround me Now Freeze this moment A little bit longer Make each sensation A little bit stronger Make each impression A little bit stronger Freeze this moment A little bit longer The innocence slips away... The innocence slips away... Time stand still Time stand still I'm not looking back But I want to look around me now See more of the people And the places that surround me now Time stand still Summer's going fast The nights growing colder Children growing up Old friends growing older Freeze this moment A little bit longer Make each sensation A little bit stronger Experience slips away... Experience slips away... The innocence slips away |
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| 5. |
| 5:54 |
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So many things I think about When I look far away Things I know - things I wonder Things I'd like to say The more we think we know about The greater the unknown We suspend our disbelief And we are not alone - Mystic rhythms - capture my thoughts And carry them away Mysteries of night Escape the light of day Mystic rhythms - under northern lights Or the African Sun Primitive things stir The hearts of everyone We sometimes catch a window A glimpse of what's beyond Was it just imagination Stringing us along? More things than are dreamed about Unseen and unexplained We suspend our disbelief And we are entertained Mystic rhythms - capture my thoughts And carry them away Nature seems to spin A supernatural way Mystic rhythms - under city lights Or a canopy of stars We feel the powers And we wonder what they are We feel the push and pull Of restless rhythms from afar |
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| 6. |
| 4:47 |
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A hot and windy August afternoon Has the trees in constant motion With a flash of silver leaves As they're rocking in the breeze The boy lies in the grass with one blade Stuck between his teeth A vague sensation quickens In his young and restless heart And a bright and nameless vision Has him longing to depart Chorus You move me You move me With your buildings and your eyes Autumn woods and winter skies You move me You move me Open sea and city lights Busy streets and dizzy heights You call me You call me The fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs Dances on the edge of his dream And her voice rings in his ears Like the music of the spheres The boy lies in the grass, unmoving Staring at the sky His mother starts to call him As a hawk goes soaring by The boy pulls down his baseball cap And covers up his eyes Chorus Too many hands on my time Too many feelings Too many things on my mind When I leave I don't know What I'm hoping to find When I leave I don't know What I'm leaving behind... |
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| 4:57 |
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An ill wind comes arising Across the cities of the plain There's no swimming in the heavy water No singing in the acid rain Red alert Red alert It's so hard to stay together Passing through revolving doors We need someone to talk to And someone to sweep the floors Incomplete Incomplete The world weighs on my shoulders But what am I to do? You sometimes drive me crazy But I worry about you I know it makes on difference To what you're going through But I see the tip of the iceberg And I worry about you... Cruising under your radar Watching from satellites Take a page from the red book Keep them in your sights Red alert Red alert Left and rights of passage Black and whites of youth Who can face the knowledge That the truth is not the truth? Obsolete Absolute Absalom, Absalom, Absalom |
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| 6:09 |
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It's not how fast you can go
The force goes into the flow If you pick up the beat You can forget about the heat More than just survival More than just a flash More than just a dotted line More than just a dash It's a test of ultimate will The heartbreak climb uphill Got to pick up the pace If you want to stay in the race More than just blind ambition More than just simple greed More than just a finish line Must feed this burning need In the long run *From first to last The peak is never passed Something always fires the light that gets in your eyes One moment's high, and glory rolls on by Like a streak of lightening That flashes and fades in the summer sky Your meters may overload You can rest at the side of the road You can miss a stride But nobody gets a free ride More than high performance More than just a spark More than just the bottom line Or a lucky shot in the dark In the long run *Repeat You can do a lot in a lifetime If you don't burn out too fast You can make the most of the distance First you need endurance First you've got to last *Repeat |
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| 9. |
| 5:00 |
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One humanoid escapee One android on the run Seeking freedom beneath a lonely desert sun Trying to change its program Trying to change the mode -- crack the code Images conflicting into data overload 1-0-0-1-0-0-1 S.O.S 1-0-0-1-0-0-1 In distress 1-0-0-1-0-0 Memory banks unloading Bytes break into bits Unit One's in trouble and it's scared out of its wits Guidance systems break down A struggle to exist -- to resist A pulse of dying power in a clenching plastic fist... It replays each of the days A hundred years of routines Bows its head and prays To the mother of all machines... |
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| 10. |
| 5:16 |
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Hold your fire-
Keep it burning bright Hold the flame 'til the dream ignites- A spirit with a vision is a dream with a mission I hear their passionate music Read the words that touch my heart I gaze at their feverish pictures The secrets that set them apart When I feel the powerful visions Their fire has made alive I wish I had that instinct- I wish I had that drive Spirits fly on dangerous missions Imaginations on fire focussed high on soaring ambitions consumed in a single desire In the grip of a nameless possesion- A slave to the drive of obsession- A spirit with a vision Is a dream with a mission I watch their images flicker Bringing life to a lifeless screen I walk through their beautiful buildings And I wish I had their dreams But dreams dont need to have motion To keep their spark alive Obsession has to have action Pride turns on the drive Its cold comfort To the ones without it To know How they struggled How they suffered about it If their lives were exotic and strange They would likely have gladly exchanged them For something a little more plain Maybe something a little more sane We each pay a fabulous price For our visions of paradise But a spirit with a vision Is a dream with a mission |
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| 4:19 |
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Living on a lighted stage
Approaches the unreal For those who think and feel In touch with some reality Beyond the gilded cage Cast in this unlikely role, Ill-equipped to act With insufficient tact One must put up barriers To keep oneself intact Living in the limelight The universal dream For those who wish to seem Those who wish to be Must put aside the alienation Get on with the fascination The real relation The underlying theme Living in a fisheye lens Caught in the camera eye I have no heart to lie I can't pretend a stranger Is a long-awaited friend All the world's indeed a stage And we are merely players Performers and portrayers Each another's audience Outside the gilded cage |
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| 5:09 |
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All that we can do is just survive
All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive Ragged lines of ragged grey Skeletons, they shuffle away Shouting guards and smoking guns Will cut down the unlucky ones I clutch the wire fence until my fingers bleed A wound that will not heal A heart that cannot feel Hoping that the horror will recede Hoping that tomorrow we'll all be freed Sickness to insanity Prayer to profanity Days and weeks and months go by Don't feel the hunger Too weak to cry *I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gate Are the liberators here? Do I hope or do I fear? For my father and my brother, it's too late But I must help my mother stand up straight Are we the last ones left alive? Are we the only human beings to survive? Are we the last ones left alive? Are we the only human beings to survive? *Repeat |
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| 3:42 |
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He's a rebel and a runner
He's a signal turning green He's a restless young romantic Wants to run the big machine He's got a problem with his poisons But you know he'll find a cure He's cleaning up his systems To keep his nature pure Learning to match the beat of the Old World Man Learning to catch the heat of the Third World Man He's got to make his own mistakes And learn to mend the mess he makes He's old enough to know what's right But young enough not to choose it He's noble enough to win the world But weak enough to lose it He's a New World Man He's a radio receiver Tuned to factories and farms He's a writer and arranger And a young boy bearing arms He's got a problem with his power With weapons on patrol He's got to walk a fine line And keep his self-control Trying to save the day for the Old World Man Trying to pave the way for the Third World Man He's not concerned with yesterday He knows constant change is here today He's noble enough to know what's right But weak enough not to choose it He's wise enough to win the world But fool enough to lose it He's a New World Man |
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| 14. |
| 4:33 |
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A modern day warrior Mean, mean stride Today's Tom Sawyer Mean, mean pride Though his mind is not for rent Don't put him down as arrogant His reserve, a quiet defense Riding out the day's events The river What you say about his company Is what you say about society Catch the mist, catch the myth Catch the mystery, catch the drift The world is, the world is Love and life are deep Maybe as his skies are wide Today's Tom Sawyer He gets high on you And the space he invades He gets by on you No his mind is not for rent To any god or government Always hopeful, yet discontent He knows changes aren't permanent But change is What you say about his company Is what you say about society Catch the witness, catch the wit Catch the spirit, catch the spit The world is, the world is Love and life are deep Maybe as his eyes are wide Exit the warrior Today's Tom Sawyer He gets high on you And the energy you trade He gets right on to the friction of the day
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| 4:31 |
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Tough times demand tough talk
Demand tough hearts demand tough songs Demand We can rise and fall like empires Flow in and out like the tide Be vain and smart, humble and dumb We can hit and miss like pride Just like pride We can circle around like hurricanes Dance and dream like lovers Attack the day like birds of prey Or scavengers under cover *Look in -- to the eye of the storm Look out -- for the force without form Look around -- at the sight and the sound Look in look out look around Tough times demand tough talk Demand tough hearts demand tough songs Demand We can move with savage grace To the rhythms of the night Cool and remote like dancing girls In the heat of the beat and the lights We can wear the rose of romance An air of joie de vivre Too-tender hearts upon our sleeves Or skin as thick as thieves' Thick as theives' *Repeat Tough times demand tough talk Demand tough hearts demand tough songs Demand *Repeat |
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