Command. Control. Indoctrination of all the masses. Below the peak of the mound. Helpless pile of insubordination. Asphyxiating from all the pressure.
Super-related. And I think it's bigger than books when. Reality steps in. She's a gun with a gun. . Super-related. And I can feel you pull through me.
Every season has a lesson to be learned.. When all the love is piled, pushed aside, and is burned.. No more driving with the top pulled down or laying on the beach..
Subway tunnel microphones. Open city overtones. Epic urgency survives. In every stranger passing by. . Tiny lights go red and fade. Eyes go wide to hold their face.
A few Orange Whips. And a phone call to my oldest friend. Its a good time that never ends. Just watching change in the furniture again. There's no remember whens.
You and I have tried to pretend.. We both exist inside of a dream.. In my life, from beginning to end,. no stranger thing has happened to me.. I went from highland, straight thru the desert..
What are these feelings through me?. How'd you get these thoughts in my mind?. Everything that lies around me. Is a joke for me to criticize. You've taken everything from me.
I want to know just what you're keeping in your pocket.. I want to taste it before anybody knows its name.. You can hide in here with me.. I'll take all the blame..
You took the words right out of my mouth. Dig a hole right through my head. You would do anything for me. You smacked my face down to the floor. Kicked me screaming you're a whore.
Been draggin' this mask. All over town. With my face still in it. No one saw that I did it. . Things they've done to me. You would never believe. Believe me they're true.
Sweet Orphan. (Words and music by Kirk McLeod; arranged by Kirk McLeod, Eric Gast, and Dan Stacey). . Ooh, I swear this February's cold. I stole a chance to hide down on Duboise Siding road.
I awoke in a sinking Manhattan.. I played in drunken cathedrals.. There were businessmen in armchairs.. With namebrands and short hair.. Detonating with evil..
Soft Gator Girl. (Scott Long, 1999). . The Fox Hunters/Donald Willie and His Dog (traditional). Soft Gator Girl (Scott Long; arranged by Scott Long and Dan Stacey).
Words keep falling from my mouth. Trying just to slow them down. Keep on spilling around. Saying, "Why do you hurt me?". . And if anger is my gift. The only gift I'm fit to bring.
Slow Air, Jigs, and Hornpipes. The Mountains of Pomeroy (Martin Hughes). Garret Barry's (Traditional; arranged by Neil Anderson). Snug In A Blanket (Traditional; arranged by Neil Anderson).
I'm gonna make my break. Can a whole life be rearranged?. The only chance I have. To keep her safe. . Lay me down tonight. With your broken heart. Baby wants results.
I'm a False Start on a Jukebox, a broken heart after last call. It's lights up, I'm locked in, and now its time to settle up. . No slow emotion anymore.
Seeds of Life. (Written by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations). . Ooh how my mind moves to green when I close my eyes. Because green is the color of life, life I'm denied.