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Pain Train
03:40
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Been living in a cultural void
When I get depressed I'm overjoyed
Suicide is an idea with which I've toyed
Pain Train getting faster now
Pain Train get on board
We like to look like we like to look
We've seen the film, we've read the book
we're going down but we're all dressed up
But it's time for a change everyone knows
We can rearrange our provocative clothes
Let's take a look inside the wardrobe now...
I keep putting on a new coat of paint
But when the new coat fades I feel faint
It's a state of decay but some people think it's quaint
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2. |
What's Up Doc?
03:43
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What's up Doc, were you held up
Having a laugh?
Was there something you left back there in the past?
Just a journey you shared with us all
From Topanga to the Atlantis fall
Did you really think the hippy dream would last?
What’s up, doc? Did you try to dig your soul?
Have you not heard of the San Andreas fault?
In the fog all time will fade away
Lemuria is not LA
Shasta Faye’s new day came to a halt.
‘Just us together
Almost like being underwater
The world and everything
Gone someplace else’
In stormy weather
Amidst all the slaughter
This world was always sold
For slaves & wealth
What’s up, doc? It’s a dream that’s still alive
It’s the greens, it’s the teens, it’s the lovers who will survive
There’s still some wonder left in this world
A backstreet where the fire still burns
What’s up doc, you just gotta join the new age tribe.
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Nightingale's Code
08:27
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‘Do I wake or sleep?’
I was sinking deep
Into the past
A memory of pain.
Must we lose ourselves
Down deep in that well
To that we will never be the same?
And will the mirror-girl stand
With her hands full of sand
’Til it’s washed into the gutter by the rain?
In the attic tonight, there’s a rarefied air like a mountaintop
You can see things you never thought possible
’Til the music stops
There’s a light in the sky that can’t be identified
In the morning fog
And the nightingale’s code is a song we all know
A song so delicate and soft.
In the quick of the night
Where the shadow-boxers fight
For power or possession of the keys
You hear the slam of a door
Another shot in the war
Another lover begging, ‘darling please’
There’s a security guard in a stark prison yard
Continually begging for release
Well, the TV is on but this night is so long
It’s black rain again
On a wild summer night, the wind howls & cries
Across a bleak terrain
But when the priestess comes home
I’ll be hearing the moan of the midnight train
And the nightingale’s code is the angel’s bright sword
Her hair burning like a flame
There’s a thief and a cop in the video shop
Taking half the night to choose a film
It’s just Monroe or James Dean
The worlds perfect team
And everybody wants to be them still
It’s either fast talking jokes
Or romance in the smoke
A bottle of forgetfulness distilled
Down the streets in the bars there’s the sound of guitars
And nostalgia reigns
The city’s alive with those soap opera lies
The night’s in your veins
But the pendulum swings and the caged bird will sing
Of forgotten days
And the nightingale’s code is as pure as the snow
With the infinite patterns of a maze.
The house-husband smiles
He just acts like a child
He likes his chores, he loves to stay at home.
And the priestess is kind
But she keeps messing with his mind
An angel who is often on the phone.
The mirror-girl sighs
She has stars in her eyes
And her father is the furthest out of all.
In grey mansions and spires
The refined few retire to their dizzy heights
In the great castle halls there are parties
And balls for the socialites
But the king and the clown
They are both broken down
In the naked night
Where the nightingale’s code is a river that flows
Through the soul like a slow-opening rose.
Now the police and the thieves
They both share the same beliefs
And run in crazy patterns through the night
The lovers are distraught
You know their time it was so short
They are captured like pale moths around a light
But the dynamo hums in the fields behind the slums
And the drums beat out the rhythms of the tides
Hear the voice of the sea
Saying, ‘come, follow me’
As the merfolk laugh
But their song isn’t lost if it helps you across
Where there is no path
You must follow your heart
From the end to the start
From the first to last
For the nightingale’s code is your humble abode
Awoken in a melody that soars.
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All Across The Wires
08:16
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They used to call it the telegraph road
They signalled all along the watchtower
Now the messengers use binary code
Monitored by the super powers
The skies have darkened over Europe
The clouds hang heavy over USA
Machines still cut down constantly
all the jungles and forests of rain
The news goes all across the wires
All around this wicked world
Everyone knows in a second
Just who got their fingers burned
It’s all over
In the seer hills of Afghanistan
In the dusty Cairo streets
In the old bazaars of Baghdad
The holy killers meet
And the old guard stalk their sterile towers
Up in London or New York
While their space guns and their stealth weapons
Do the Empire’s dirty work.
The news goes all across the wires
All around the burning world
And every soul knows in a moment
Just which way the world has turned
It’s all over
Jets cough their poison into the sky
Rockets lurch into the blue
A million advertisements flash before your eyes
And it’s all aimed straight at you
I can’t remember what my name is
I can’t remember who I am
Just stumbling through these broken streets
From Iran to Vietnam
The news flies all across the wires
Flashes through the turning world
Every eye knows in a moment
Anything a mind can learn
It’s all over
Smoke hangs over the battle sites
Don’t send no more soldiers out to fight
International court can keep score
Just send a one-world peace keeping force
The news flies all across the wires
Flashes through this virtual world
Every mind knows in a moment
The current status of the url
It’s all over
Global businesses carve the cake
Leave the third word in its wake
Stop stealing bread for us to take
Feed the world for pity’s sake
Night falls over the shanty towns
Where the country’s coming down
Steel wheels rolling over forests
Ecologists face etched with worries
It’s a new age now
Doesn’t have to be this way
Got to just move on somehow
Got to be another way
It’s not over
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6. |
Atheism no 2
04:06
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7. |
West Of The Sun
07:37
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In these wild changing times there was money to make with the mind
This strange girl shows her face several times like she’s taking my place
My ex-wife cooled her heels making deals while I was stuck in the game
Then my partner in crime says the girl took the Chiyoda line.
Well, the Ginza was stretched in the sun like a lizard in heat
Then this rich woman dressed to the nines came and sat on my seat
She just looks in my face then she hands me the keys to her place
I could tell from her eyes that the whole western world was a lie.
I’m moving west of the sun
Where our loving begun
Something I heard I expect
On that old record deck
Now I’m down in the hole and the whole of my life seems a crime
Every face that I see passing by seems so ghostly and worn
But I keep cooking noodles and soup, meditating on life
Every day brings another mistake, more illusions to fight
When that girl took a trip to Hokkaido I just tagged along
A wild sheep chase across frozen fields to an old Beatles song
Then we found ourselves lost in the hills in a farmhouse so stark
When a wild man broke in shouting ‘why keep us all in the dark!’
I’m going west of the sun
That’s where our love first began
Out on the beach ’neath the stars
By a fire to the sound of guitars
Well, we saw unicorns and the shadows of men in the fields
For we’d passed into weird other realms where our dreams seemed so real
In the blink of an eye you can go from a fool to a king
We go on day to day until something just blossoms within.
Now I’m going back to Tokyo,
I’m taking the Mag-lev to town
I’ve seen earthquakes and wars and tornados
But I’m not going down,
When I look back I see
Though I lost her
She helped me survive
She ain’t a girl anymore, she’s a woman
The love of my life.
I met her west of the sun
It was love on the run
Something that don’t have no name
I need to find that again
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Strange Ones In The Dome
04:08
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9. |
Other Worlds
06:50
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10. |
The Art Is All
06:16
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A children’s song arose with dawn
We knew the words when the Earth was young
Sumeria, the cities in the clouds
Anu flew down, his chariot
With flame and glass,
Iscariot-like,
His comrades all with ulterior doubts
Akkadian delights, now pots and shards,
The light that lit the world was brought to dark
But the art is all
Archaeology’s enigmas flash
A treasure trove of hidden artefacts
The great pyramid is older than you think
The sphinx looks down with puzzled frown
Atlantis, ancient island, drowned
Survivors build ziggurats and pyramids
In South America and North Africa
Ask Graham Hancock and David Spangler
They know that the art is all
Across the vastness of the stellar depths
So many planets in the habitable zone
We are too primitive to travel galaxies yet
But other conquered the spacelanes long ago
We’ve seen signs of their visitations
Earth’s art has cosmic revelations
William James measured minds vastation
Now it’s time for galactic integration
Human consciousness created sigils
Thought is more than just electrical signals
Mind is synonymous with soul
A spectrum of electromagnetic data
We interact with every force of nature
Every entity belongs to the whole
We show our evolution in our auras
We are wise, we are spiritual warriors
The art is all
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11. |
Jack Kerouac's Tracks
05:12
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The rain was glittering on the streets of a black & white world
And the jazz was blowing from a bar like the tables had turned
At midnight the music is wild
You can feel like a motherless child
So many lessons to learn
Walking in Jack Kerouac’s tracks
Walking home down the railroad tracks
There’s perception, baby, then there’s the facts
Walking down Jack Kerouac’s tracks
There was a sunflower growing from in between the railroad tracks
There was a guy with a gun stood in the sun having fun shooting rats
He liked Django, he played the guitar
Slept by a fire underneath the bright stars
Out by a dirt road shack
The best minds of my generation are all just prisoners of love
Mad for living, mad for music, mad for anything
That comes from above
Neath city lights they spin through the streets
Too fast to stop
They move to the beat of a different drum
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12. |
Higher Vibrationary Rate
05:03
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The TV screen shows a riot, a war, a disease
In that blue glow the world just seems so obscene
The grand wizard still burns crosses out in the woods
America’s still got guns and it’s not looking good
But can we rise up to a higher vibrationary rate
The devas dream of the lotus blossoms glow
Humans crave that fecundity, desperate to know
Will the bleached temple ruins draw us near to the one?
Can our contact with nature build a bridge to the sun?
Can we rise up to a higher vibrationary rate?
Time seems stretched out
We are ready to break on through
The leaves on the trees are falling, feeling blue
I’m kicking up stones
Walking down the narrow blind path
Throwing stones with the white witch
Till the light’s breaking in through the cracks
And I rise up to a higher vibrationary rate.
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