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Are you ready for Jesus? Ah
Buddha? Yeah
Muhammad? Okay
But all right friends
Lets go!

They're 5 miles high as the crow flies
Leavin' vapor trails against a blood red sky

Save me, Save me, Save me
Save me, Save me, Save me.

The candles are lit. The curtains are drawn.
There's still no sign of rain nor dawn.
Our lips touch. Our limbs entwine.
But the ghosts that haunt me won't leave my mind.

They piss 'n' moan and push 'n' shove
So below as it is above
From every mouth words blare
Off every surface words glare
'Til there's nowhere to look except to stare

At reflections in the subway glass
Fluorescent lit skin looks harsh

The country is riddled with social ills & aches,
But my heart is calmed by her embrace,
I'm trying to tell something to the world,
- But my words are slurred & slow,
Have you ever been caught up in a dream,
where your legs were froze.
I was left alone, with my thoughts and my guitar.
But it felt hopeless,

The sun is high and I'm surrounded by sand
For as far as my eyes can see
I'm strapped into a rocking chair
With a blanket all over my knees

I, I am a stranger to myself
And nobody knows I'm here
When I looked into my face it wasn't myself I'd seen

Beneath the old iron bridges, across the Victorian parks
And all the frightened people running home before dark
Past the Saturday morning cinema that lies crumbling to the ground
And the piss stinking shopping center in the new side of town
I've come to smell the seasons change and watch the city
As the sun goes down again

Here comes another winter of long shadows and high hopes

It's funny how, as we grow old
We cling to the past as we cling to the air
And feel nostalgia for things that were maybe never there

The town where innocence was bullied and flared
The house where desire's first fluids bled

But now the autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust

Love Love Love
Love Love Love

Me & my friend were walking
In the cold light of mourning.
Tears may blind the eyes but the soul is not deceived
In this world even winter ain't what it seems.

********************
The more I see
The less I know
About all the things I thought were wrong or right
& carved in stone
So, don't ask me about
War, Religion, or God
Love, Sex, or Death

As I sat in the back of that old taxi cab.
waitin' for the evening to come.
On every street of this city
I heard you call my name.

You're the strangest feeling I ever had.
The strangest feeling.
You're the strangest feeling I ever had.

The The - Soul Mining

Your floating down a tunnel - in a little wooden box.
Your cold & your lonely & enveloped in fog.
You've been prized open & left here to die -
You should've trusted your instincts -
- because they don't tell lies.

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6 o'clock in the morning & I'm the last person in this plane
Still awake
Why'know I can almost smell the blood washing against the shores,
Of this land that can't forget its past.
Oh the wind that carries this plane, is the wind of change,
Heaven sent and hell bent!
Over the mountain tops we go, just like all the other GI Joes

All my books lay on the table
Waitin' to unfold
I sit and stare at my reflection
While the darkness chills my bones
My head fills like a junk shop
In desperate need of repair
The path of least resistance leads to the
Garbage heap of despair

Your laying on your bed
And making shadows on the wall
It's almost too hot to move
Outside your window
People are driving home from work
For the weekend
But your waiting for the phone to ring
Your gonna tell her exactly what you think

Well... you didn't wake up this morning,
'cause you didn't go to bed.
You were watching the whites of your eyes turn red!
The calendar on your wall -- IS TICKING -- the days off.
You've been reading some old letters.
You smile and think how much you've changed.
All the money in the world couldn't buy back those days.
You pull back the curtains, and the sun burns into your eyes.

And have you ever wanted something so badly
that it possessed your body & your soul
through the night & through the day
until you finally get it!
And then you realise that it wasn't what you wanted after all.
And then those selfsame sickly little thoughts
now go & attach themselves to something....
....or somebody....new!

Can’t love or be loved
Can’t touch or be touched
And he’s lonely
He can’t love or be loved
Can’t touch or be touched
Yes he’s lonely

And now he’s all stressed up