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[uncredited spoken word poets form the song's intro] "After a week of smoky nothingness.." {*voice SLOWED down* ".. the stars had returned
And all I see is little dots Some are smeared, some are spots Feel like a murder but that's alright Somebody said there's too much light Pull down that
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I can see that look that sends me where You try to move in closer if you dare So I will sit and play my waiting game And for a while I know she'll do
Daddy, daddy, come and look See what I have found A little ways away from here While digging in the ground Come away, Melinda Come in and close the door
(natures retalliation) All the fields are Smoke and flame, fire in the sky It's a state of emergency Much more than meets the eye Just hide away your
Walkin' around this concrete garden Viewing all in vain Thinking why a dream Is driving everyone insane Then something will come And make you feel the
Searching every day looking every way Trying to make a connection to find a piece of the action Like a hungry poet who doesn't know He is close to perfection
I feel the pressure pushing down on me Can't face the world, can't change the things I see I got my hands in my pockets staring at the walls Can nobody
Take me across the water ?Cause I need a place to hide You know, I done the rancher?s daughter And I sure did hurt his pride Well, there's a hundred
You're not the only one Amongst the saints and sinners There are those that we can see And those no longer with us To take that walk again With someone
Sittin' in my darkened room, got nothing else to do. Tune into my radio, but there's nothing coming through. Luxemburg has lost the call, Brussels is
1971-73 HEY YOU GUYS! We're gonna turn it on We're gonna bring you the power We're gonna light up the dark of night like the brightest
Reflex in the sky warn you you're gonna die Storm coming, you'd better hide from the atomic tide Flashes in the sky turns houses into sties Turns people
["The human brain is a tyrannical despot" - Louis-Ferdinan Céline (1894-1961).] From the lonely, grey bricks of inaccessible places to the massive
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Toi tu me fais de l'electricite Tu fais monter ma tension Pour pas tomber dans la lubricite Faudra que je fasse attention Tous les soirs tu m'allumes
