A boy upon a tireless trail, with the wind at his back He's becoming One, -coming One He's becoming One The birds, the bees, the wild trapeze symbiotic heart-attack He's becoming One, -coming One He's becoming One
Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies
No borders, no empires, no inquisitions point or blame He's becoming One, -coming One He's becoming One Up North, down South, back East and out West they're saying his bright-eyed name He's becoming One, -coming One He's becoming One
Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies Stand still! Like a humming bird that flies Still, like a humming bird that flies
Here comes everyone, Lining up with bucks and ask for phantom consolation prize, oh Here comes everyone
Blunted, bleached and massed produced It's amazing what we can get used to What will we say, when our children ask "What have you done? You've gone and used up all the fun”
Oh, yeah, we're only treading water Whether yours or whether ours Yeah, we're all in the gutter But some of us are looking at the stars
Everyone
Here comes everyone Conductor-less runaway train and Only have ourselves to blame for it Here comes everyone
Fast food fed and god fearing All panic and alarms, alarming What if everyone simultaneous disobeys It aint a game if no one plays, oh
Yeah, we're only treading water Whether yours or whether ours Yeah, we're all in the gutter But some of us are looking at the stars
Oh, here comes everyone Here comes I come Here comes... Everyone
After fire comes the rain The rain washes away The blackened soil in the distance Process starts over again
Near the pyres the women weep The tears is in the flames And in the smoke there is a signal For there sometimes are too....
Take cover, unless you are on the right side of the fire But who is right? Where is wrong? Can this go on? It's easier said than done.
Lonely mariner trapped a little dream Wherein he was the subject of an old salt into the sea. He buys the winds and tides, neither good, bad, right or wrong
There is a storm ahead in the distance For the stow away to take cover unless you are On the right side of the fire
Who is right, and where is wrong Can this go on? It is easier said than done.
Oh...said than done Ohhh...said than done. Oh, said than done.
Dance while the devil sleeps. After fire comes the rain, Look in the smoke for a signal.
Picture this: A falling star Adorns a kite string The two of us are holding fast Oh, where will the fall leave us?
You were a prisoner And so was I Well we're the hunted That opened my eyes Into the arms of A threat that's real This is our burden
We've got to find Another way out If there are no such things as walls You're not a prisoner at all Another way out Yeah, there is nothing hold you So run like a cannonball
Pucture this: A night without cars Just hooves and long legs The two of us are horned and proud The city is ours again
You were a prisoner And so was I Well we're the hunted That opened my eyes Into the arms of A threat that's real This is our burden
We've got to find Another way out If there are no such things as walls You're not a prisoner at all Another way out Yeah, there is nothing hold you So run like a cannonball
Another way out If there are no such things as walls You're not a prisoner at all Another way out If there is nothing hold you Then run like a cannonball
Here in our gilded cage We turn on the news and are entertained We are an army of semi-informed, chemically made Paper tigers that only the cusp only the crown This isn't the only way down
Either way it's death by a thousand cuts You would think we choose our blade But by the way we carry on like nothings wrong One could argue pointedly That maybe we deserve to be Caged
Here in our gilded cage We're infantilized continuously Apparent to souls I see that won't let it grow into a tree A spectral tiger's born with beautiful stripes And porcelain teeth And the ghost of the hunt underneath
Either way it's death by a thousand cuts You would think we choose our blade But by the way we carry on like nothing's wrong One could argue pointedly That maybe we deserve to be Caged
The boulevard is bustlin' A vast and wrinkled muslin Is pulled over my eyes and I know I don't belong There is a noise inside of me That bustles asymmetrically Oh how have I to balance Those sounds into a song?
It's time to let your hair down And give yourself permission It takes courage and control But you start by letting go, oh
For things building inside of me There's chaos in this discord But still we move along The chaos sings of symmetry And all her words are poetry That's the kind of city Which I want to belong
It's time to let your hair down And give yourself permission It takes courage and control But you start by letting go, oh
Oh, I think, I feel, I see Oh, that this place is not me I want to belong But be wild and free Oh, he who asks Receives
It's time to let your hair down And give yourself permission It takes courage and control But you start by letting go, oh
It's time to let your hair down And give yourself permission Oh, it takes courage and control But you start by letting go, oh
Presently future is in the middle of a love triangle With calamity and me in the corner I'm starting to feel uncomfortable Should I douse the spark or fan the flames or merely think of clever things to say Oh the more I try to separate the better it feels to get right in the way And I try so hard Out of the way Of that Runaway train Oh how I do love the rain Ohhhhhhh
Seems to be that being in the middle is starting to get me in trouble Try to run away but they have a talent for making trouble seem enjoyable Oh the more I try to separate the better it feels to get right in the way Should I douse the spark or fan the flames or merely think of clever things to say And I try so hard Out of the way Of that Runaway train Oh how I do love the rain Oh
Runaway train Runaway train Runaway train Oh And I try so hard Out of the way Of that Runaway train Oh how I do love the rain Ohhhh Runaway train Runaway train Runaway train
Last night I think I've lived a thousand years I caught wind the soulful song of passing winds Swam past crustacean and a school of fish Join class they said but keep a weather eye Keep a weather eye out
That sound that pulled me out got louder still Till salt and sea became a vaccum's mouth I tumble into a darkened room Twas a void that smelled of stale sea air
I said my oh my Where on Earth am I? I've been swallowed whole Now a passenger
In the belly of Fate
Last night I traveled without eyes or ears Sat idle in the womb of understance From salem to the isle of white A hostage in the mouth of myth
I said my oh my Where on Earth am I? I've been swallowed whole Now a passenger In the belly of Fate
Get out on the road Get out of your State Into the Apple, the hour is late Everyone trying to be the same Uniformed and smiles, miles of smiles
Goodbye to language and sympathies to A generation of intellectual amputees Assimilation! Conformity! The last drops of a once half empty cup
I saw a glacier I kissed it goodbye We're making way for A much needed mini-mall, yep
Get out of your cage And onto your feet Knock off the dust and your eyes are replete With new fascinations Sweet and the sours Polyformed and smiles, miles of smiles Or goodbye to process And condolences to A generation of one winged worker bees And where is the art in kissing their feet For the last drops of a twice half empty cup
Damn, this situation's new to me, why? I see a head afraid to be himself, I bet he'd to have a little encouragement from the opposite, come that side of the floor...Yes! Egg him along, make him feel at ease with himself, steal his clothes, leave him his shoes, let's get this marmaduke naked! Makehim feel at ease, let's get this maraduke naked so lose your head and go to pieces..... Don't you make fun of me... don't you make fun of me! I'm gonna be, gonna be, I'm gonna be a hot dancer! Oohh... now that the basics are down, converse amongst yourselves. But, keep an eye out for the next complication. In other words, grab the next motherfucker marmaduke, who refuses to submit to these pelvic ostentations. I can't wait until the syllables bend. Let's get this marmaduke naked, let's get this marmaduke naked... so lose your head and go to pieces! Don't you make fun of me... don't you make fun of me! I'm gonna be, gonna be, I'm gonna be a hot dancer!
Who am I? I am I. Who are you? You are me! Why can't I get it straight? No! Why can't I see it straight? Shaft! We can't let you, we can't let you go. Shaft! Shaft! Shaft! Shaft! I'll get a new one, then! I take a look, a look around, gas limited. I take a look around, I tell myself I live again! I take a look, a look around, gas limited. I take a look around, I tell myself I live again! Why can't I get it straight? No! Why can't I see it straight? Shaft! We can't let you, we can't let you go. Up until this day; I take a look, a look around, gas limited. Up untile this day; I look around, I tell myselfI live again! Shaft.... where's Lorena when we need her?
What if your brain, unexpectedly and suddenly, picked out things to flip around and view a lot differently? What if blue sky, all of a sudden turned a purple hue? We would shit a brick the size of all of it... what if? What if I was just daydreaming? What if I lived in a pear? What if my watch read 4:20 every hour, every day? You can bet your dollar I'd be happy! I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain. Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy! What if mothballs, hangin' around too close to microwaves suddenly woke up and said, 'Take me to your leader or die by fly guy! He'll push ya' out, no wings attached!' Just do as I say, no mistake, he'll blow away. What if I was daydreaming? What if I lived in a pear? What if I had a mustard drenched cucumber tied to my leg and I did not want my pants to get dirty? What if this, what if that?! Go! I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain. Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy!
I forgot to remember my...PAIN! My pain! Forgot to inject my...cocaine! Forgot to apply my...rogaine! Forgot to remember...my pain! I never think, I never thought, oh maybe I'm insane! I think I like being way the fuck out of my brain! I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain. Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy!
We could live in a house outside of town, we could build our own version of society, well...there'd be no one to answer to and complicate our lives, we could be the opitome of self sufficience. Time to pay! To Pay! Time to pay; you've got to pay me! Why should I? Why should we pay for your mistake? To carry on. Why should we carry on your false integrity? When you've shown us that you can't even keep your nest clean. So far we've put financial gain ahead of human needs, quality of our lives should be prioritized. Time to pay! To Pay! Time to pay; you've got to pay me! Why should I? Why should we pay for your mistake? To carry on. Modify your version so we can carry on. To carry on. To be conclusive, I'd like to say, you've done a super-fine job with your display. I see now that you cannot comprehend what it means to respect your life and then some! To be rich, that would be great. No, but it doesn't mean POO-POO without your nest! So why should I pay for your mistake, man? Why should I? Why should we pay for your mistake? To carry on. Modify your version so we can carry on. To carry on.
Floatin' 'round my brain, tryin' to think about the other thing. Than that thought you know I'm considering. What if what I thought, about who I think I thought I was, was nothing more than my cerebellum slobbering? Azwethinkweism is hard to think about, but simple to trust. You'll know yer on it when your brain won't stop to take a break, no! So when donut boy comes askin' around, tryin' to figure out somethin' new, you just smile and say, "Pardon you! I'm sifting through some particles and farcing through some folds. I've stumbled upon a brain fart which melts away your molds!" So I think upon that ponder while I'm pondering the thought, just thinkin' about the thinkweiz is leaving me distraught! Well I think I thought I saw an Azwethinkweiz, lookin' like we think we do. Like we think we do. Some think I'm insane, 'cause I think about the other thing, than that one thought you call reality. What if what you thought, about who you think you thought you were, was nothing more than illusion rapidly crumbling! Azwethinkweism should be a topic we all can trust. It's just too bad that it makes your head go zippitykrack @#$% dang! So when donut boy comes sniffing around trying to figure out something new, you just laugh and say "Pardon you, I'm sifting through some particles and farcing through some folds. I've stumbled upon a brain fart which melts away your molds." So I think upon that ponder while I'm pondering the thought, just thinking about the thinkweiz is leaving me distraught. Well I think I thought I saw an Azwethinkweiz, lookin' like we think we do. Like we think we do. So what if what you thought about the thinkweiz was nothing like you think you are? You'd probably more than likely be a lookyloo lookin' like you think you do. Like you think you do
About a hundred years ago now, thought I was left for dead. Soliloquy, she was my... A picture, a wake, my metaphoric friend. So then I fell in love with an irony named life, it taught me this from that and... a picture, a wake, you're gonna be hilikus. History has a tendency to block out the popular beliefs about the leaders of the time, so glisten with my syllables and ponder the thought, maybe they should have had to dedicate more to it, go! You've got to be, So good to be, You've got to be HILIKUS! So I took a walk outside with my new found friend and the knowledge imbibe. I figured I'd find another with the same attitude, yes, then maybe I could talk to someone other than myself! The doors are now swinging wide open, a positive attitude and the ilk in my pocket had a lot to do with my new found friend, the hilikus. History has a tendency to block out the popular beliefs about the leaders of the time, so glisten with my syllables and ponder the thought, maybe they should have had to dedicate more to it, go! You've got to be, So good to be, You've got to be HILIKUS!
Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore Maybe its me, but this life isn't going anywhere Maybe if we looked hard enough we could find a back door Find yourself a back door I see you in line dr
