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Test For Echo (5:56)

Driven (4:27)

Half The World (3:43)

The Color Of Right (4:49)

Time And Motion (5:01)

Totem (4:58)

Dog Years (4:55)

Virtuality (5:44)

Resist (4:24)

Limbo (5:29) (instrumental)

Carve Away The Stone (4:05)

 

 

Test For Echo

 

Here we go - vertigo

Video vertigo

Test for echo

 

Here we go - in slo-mo

Video vertigo

Test for echo

 

Some kind of trouble on the sensory screen

Camera curves over caved-in cop cars

Bleacher-creatures, would-be desperados

Clutch at plausible deniability

Don't touch that dial -

We're in denial

Until the showcase trial on TV

 

Some kind of pictures on the sense o'clock news

Miles of yellow tape - silhouetted chalklines

Tough-talking hood boys in pro-team logo knock-offs

Conform to uniforms of some corporate entity

Don't change that station

It's Gangster Nation

Now crime's in syndication on TV

 

What a show - vertigo

Video vertigo

Test for echo

 

Touch and go - in slo-mo

Video vertigo

Test for echo

 

Some kind of drama live on satellite

Hidden camera coverage from the crime scene to the courtroom

Nail-biting hood boys in borrowed ties and jackets

Clutching at the straws of respectability

Can't do the time?

Don't do the crime

And wind up in the perp walk on TV

 

 

 

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Driven

 

Driven up and down in circles

Skidding down a road of black ice

Staring in and out storm windows

Driven to a fool's paradise

 

BUT IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE

 

Driven to the margin of error

Driven to the edge of control

Driven to the margin of terror

Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole

 

Driven day and night in circles

Spinning like a whirlwind of leaves

Stealing in and out back alleys

Driven to another den of thieves

 

BUT IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE

 

Driven in - Driven to the edge

Driven out - On the thin end of the wedge

Driven off - By things I've never seen

Driven on - By the road to somewhere I've never been

 

IT'S MY TURN TO DRIVE

 

The road unwinds towards me

What was there is gone

The road unwinds before me

And I go riding on

 

 

 

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Half The World

 

Half the world hates

What half the world does every day

Half the world waits

While half gets on with it anyway

 

Half the world lives

Half the world makes

Half the world gives

While the other half takes

 

Half the world is

Half the world was

Half the world thinks

While the other half does

 

Half the world talks

With half a mind on what they say

Half the world walks

With half a mind to run away

 

Half the world lies

Half the world learns

Half the world flies

As half the world turns

 

Half the world cries

Half the world laughs

Half the world tries

To be the other half

 

Half of us divided

Like a torn-up photograph

Half of us are trying

To reach the other half

 

Half the world cares

While half the world is wasting the day

Half the world shares

While half the world is stealing away

 

 

 

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The Color Of Right

 

I don't have an explanation

For another lonely night

I just feel this sense of mission

And the sense of what is right

 

Take it easy on me now -

I'd be there if I could

I'm so full of what is right

I can't see what is good

 

It's a hopeless situation

Lie awake for half the night

You're not sure what's going on here

But you're sure it isn't right

 

Make it easy on yourself

There's nothing more you can do

You're so full of what is right

You can't see what is true

 

A quality of justice

A quantity of light

A particle of mercy

Makes the color of right

 

Gravity and distance

Change the passage of light

Gravity and distance

Change the color of right

 

 

 

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Time And Motion

 

Time and motion

Wind and sun and rain

Days connect like boxcars in a train

 

Fill them up with precious cargo

Squeeze in all that you can find

Spontaneous elation

And the long-enduring kind

 

Time and motion

Flesh and blood and fire

Lives connect in webs of gold and razor wire

 

Spin a thread of precious contact

Squeeze in all that you can find

Spontaneous relations

And the long-enduring kind

 

The mighty ocean

Dances with the moon

The silent forest

Echoes with the loon

 

Time and motion

Live and love and dream

Eyes connect like interstellar beams

 

Superman in Supernature

Needs all the comfort he can find

Spontaneous emotion

And the long enduring kind

 

 

 

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Totem

 

I've got twelve disciples and a Buddha smile

The Garden of Allah, Viking Valhalla

A miracle once in a while

 

I've got a pantheon of animals in a pagan soul

Vishnu and Gaia - Aztec and Maya

Dance around my totem pole

 

I believe in what I see

I believe in what I hear

I believe that what I'm feeling

Changes how the world appears

 

Angels and demons dancing in my head

Lunatics and monsters underneath my bed

Media messiahs preying on my fears

Pop culture prophets playing in my ears

 

I've got celestial mechanics

To synchronize my stars

Seasonal migrations - daily variations

World of the unlikely and bizarre

 

I've got idols and icons, unspoken holy vows

Thoughts to keep well-hidden -

Sacred and forbidden

Free to browse among the holy cows

 

That's why I believe

 

Angels and demons inside of me

Saviors and Satans all around me

 

Sweet chariot, swing low, coming for me

 

 

 

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Dog Years

 

In a dog's life

A year is really more like seven

And all too soon a canine

Will be chasing cars in doggie heaven

 

It seems to me

As we make our own few circles 'round the sun

We get it backwards

And our seven years go by like one

 

Dog years - It's the season of the itch

Dog years - With every scratch it reappears

 

In the dog days

People look to Sirius

Dogs cry for the moon

But those connections are mysterious

 

It seems to me

While it's true that every dog will have his day

When all the bones are buried

There is barely time to go outside and play

 

Dog years - It's the season of the itch

Dog years - With every scratch it reappears

Dog years - For every sad son of a bitch

Dog years - With his tail between his ears

 

I'd rather be a tortoise from Galapagos

Or a span of geological time

Than be living in these dog years

 

In a dog's brain

A constant buzz of low-level static

One sniff at the hydrant

And the answer is automatic

 

It seems to me

As well make our own few circles 'round the block

We've lost our senses

For the higher-level static of talk

 

 

 

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Virtuality

 

Like a shipwrecked mariner adrift on an unknown sea

Clinging to the wreckage of the lost ship Fantasy

I'm a castaway, stranded in a desolate land

I can see the footprints in the virtual sand

 

Net boy, net girl

Send your signal 'round the world

Let your fingers walk and talk

And set you free

 

Net boy, net girl

Send your impulse 'round the world

Put your message in a modem

And throw it in the Cyber Sea

 

Astronauts in the weightlessness of pixellated space

Exchange graffiti with a disembodied race

I can save the universe in a grain of sand

I can hold the future in my virtual hand

 

Let's dance tonight

To a virtual song

Press this key

And you can play along

 

Let's fly tonight

On our virtual wings

Press this key

To see amazing things

 

Like a pair of vagabonds who wave between two passing trains

Or the glimpse of a woman's smile through a window in the rain

I can smell her perfume, I can taste her lips

I can feel the voltage from her fingertips

 

Net boy, net girl

Send your heartbeat round the world

 

 

 

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Resist

 

I can learn to resist

Anything but temptation

I can learn to co-exist

With anything but pain

 

I can learn to compromise

Anything but my desires

I can learn to get along

With all the things I can't explain

 

I can learn to resist

Anything but frustration

I can learn to persist

With anything but aiming low

 

I can learn to close my eyes

To anything but injustice

I can learn to get along

With all the things I don't know

 

You can surrender

Without a prayer

But never really pray

Pray without surrender

 

You can fight

Without ever winning

But never ever win

Without a fight

 

 

 

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Limbo

 

Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist?

 

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Carve Away The Stone

 

You can roll that stone

To the top of the hill

Drag your ball and chain

Behind you

 

You can carry that weight

With an iron will

Or let the pain remain

Behind you

 

Chip away the stone

(Sisyphus)

Chip away the stone

Make the burden lighter

If you must roll that rock alone

 

You can drive those wheels

To the end of the road

You will still find the past right

Behind you

 

Try to deny

The weight of the load

Try to put the sins of the past night

Behind you

 

Carve away the stone

(Sisyhpus)

Carve away the stone

Make a graven image

With some features of your own

 

You call roll the stone

To the top of the hill

You can carry that weight

With an iron will

You can drive those wheels

To the end of the road

You can try to deny

The weight of the load

 

Roll away the stone

(Sisyhpus)

Roll away the stone

If you could just move yours

I could get working on my own

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