1. |
Everyday
03:51
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Everyday
Early in the morning when I wake up
can´t find the drive to push me on
cause I´m off to a job that does me wrong
ain´t got no respect
just neglect
I put too much passion
On the line
They just leave me high and dry
Sometimes I think I´ll lose my mind
I´ll just break down and cry
Cause I ain´t got the time live my life
Ain´t got the time to love you right
There´s a little part of me
I´m killing inside
Like a firefly at sunrise
Don´t wanna se my light extinguished
Everyday you gotta live it up
Everyday you gotta work it out
Gotta learn to prioritise I
Or let a little part of you die out
And when I get home
After each rough day
All I can do is
Sit back and watch TV
Then I just lay back
And fall fast asleep
Lettin´the world go by around me
Then by the time that I wake up
The weekend´s come and the weekend´s gone
There´s just a bunch of chores to be done
Bills to be paid
Roles to be played
Tell me there´s got to be an easier way
To make a living and live for today
Cause I´m so tired of feeling like a slave
So tired of putting my dreams at bay
There´s a little part of me beginning to fade
Like a little bird in the rain
Don´t wanna see my passion drowned
Everyday you gotta live it up
Everyday you gotta work it out
Gotta learn to prioritise I
Or let a little part of you die out
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2. |
Dig Deeper
04:13
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Dig Deeper
Oh if you only knew
Love was in all you do
You´d flow with it
You´d break free
You can forget it
if you´re high postin´
Be careful if you´re too shy
I will do better
If you love me for ¨I¨
Go get it
Go take off your scars
Go give it all you´ve got for live
I will go for it
Hear my call
Come again I´ll give you just a little piece of my mind
´till you learn how to love and quite wastin´ my time
A little love goes a long way
You just got to dig a bit deeper inside
Love is a many splintered thing
So like a jewel without a ring
Down deep in the mines
It calls day and night
For someone to find
And be true enough
To be losin´ it
Go get it
Go take off your scars
Go give it all you´ve got for live
I will go for it
Hear my call
Come again I´ll give you just a little piece of my mind
´till you learn how to love and quite wastin´ my time
A little love goes a long way
You just got to dig a bit deeper inside
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We don´t see
We suffocate ourselves with our own cars
Intoxicate into oblivion in shabby old bars
Makin´love on weak old second hand sheets
And dance romantically to jingles in the street
Hypnotized by time and it´s pieces
Marginalized by icons of our species
Radient with expectation
We clamor for comfort and die in the pursuit of life
We are beautiful and free
And we don’t see
We are hysterically in need of dreams
Our hearts are complicated with greed
and we don´t see
Ce matin j’ai vu la fatigue sous mes yeux
Prêtes-moi un peu de ton optimisme
Et Je te le rend quand ça va mieux
je pars à la recherche de la motivation perdue
j’ai qu’une pelle et un seau pour construire un château dans ma rue
l’avenue grouille de fourmie les poches trop bien fournies
les bouche plus ou moins nourries noyées dans un bain d’ennui
l’exeption s’est assise sur un banc elle se croit différente
et c’est bien ce qui la rend au yeux de tous insignifiante
les mêmes pages en blanc toujours les mêmes soucis
voulant prendre les même raccourcis
quand l’espace se rétrécie
cherchant l’amour à chaque rencontre
croyant que le destin agit à son encontre attachée à sa montre
au bout du compte c’est tant pis mais le temps qui nous tient
tient un kleenex la vie est dure t’en aura besoin
mais danses surtout danse donne a l’envie sa chance
sachant que l’on s’approche sans cesse de l’échéance
on tend à paniquer et oublier de kiffer les ambiances
perdus dans la lune loin pendant de longs moments d’absence
le chat et la souris cohabitent dans la tension
mais au fond chacun cherche qu’un peu d’attention
We are beautiful and free
And we don’t see
We are hysterically in need of dreams
Our hearts are complicated with greed
and we don´t see
la pelle et le seau mes ustensils pour partir à lassault
mais les yeux fermés comment voir les lumières du vaisseau
sensé me transporter dans ma croisade et faire le saut
et poser sur la toile mes quelques coups de pinceaux
t’a eu raison d’écouter ton coeur chercher ton âme soeur
passer le seuil quitte à finir seul pour ne pas que le rêve meurt
malgré l’amour et la mer, le confort, les repères
on se nourries pas que de repas et d’air
on n’a pas idée que ce n’ai pas s’aider que de
céder à la facilité de notre vie à deux
il y des équations à résoudre un tas de chiffres
un tas de lettre sensés occupés les êtres, les corps qui s’enchevêtrent
un livre pour s’évader changer de contenu
c’est romantique ou pathétique selon le point de vue
des questions à perte de vue, des avenues à découvrir les pieds nus
on m’avait prévenu mais je suis venue
We are beautiful and free
And we don’t see
We are hysterically in need of dreams
Our hearts are complicated with greed
and we don´t see
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4. |
If You Hunger
03:24
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If you Hunger
If you hunger for what´s behind my mind´s eye
And you want to know what makes me tick
And keeps me alive
Why don´t you try to be silent stand by
Leave that hidden agenda a while
Give me some time to de-mystify
Show you how deep things run inside
Take you for a ride
Offer you up my humble pie
Made it with pride
Baked it and cried
Makin´sure
It´s got the wrongs and the rights
Cause I mixed and sifted every pinch of my life
Every lesson, every letdown every smile, every trial
Every jam every pickle, every pitfall every turn
That damn old cycle (of) revolution and burn
If you´ve got an appetite for the truth
I want you by my side
We can mingle
Mince words
Hash it out
Get it right
Come together
Join forces
Disagree – reunite
I don´t really care
If you´re sour or dry
I´ll never aquire a taste for a lie
So come to me honey
No frizzle no fry
All flavour
No enhancer(s)
All raw, dignified
(Eco: all raw, all dignified)
Come to my garden
We´ll make a mud pie
Stop our denyin´
Stop livin´ a lie
Start a new moment
At an all-time high
With dash of simple
And a glaze of surprise
Ain´t nobody shy here
Ain´t nobody weird here
Ain´t nobody queer here
No social systems to adhere
Our ghosts, our pasts, our worst fears
Are nowhere near
(it) gives us the strength to persevere
so I..
If you hunger for what´s behind my mind´s eye
And you want to know what makes me tick
And keeps me alive
Why don´t you try to be silent stand by
Leave that hidden agenda a while
Give me some time to de-mystify
Show you how deep things run inside
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5. |
Many Such Suns
03:52
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Many Such Suns
I feel the power behind my eyes again
The rhythm of my walk
Along long laid concrete
Beats the blood through my veins
And free radicals spin my mind
Into hopeful futures
Filled with inspiration, change and direction
Power and beauty
Not easily perceived
By the naked masses
Yet sleeks by unnoticed
Until flowers bloom nearby
And sunshine blinds lonely eyes
Unaccustomed to the light
Many such suns have risen
Many such suns have set
Many such suns have risen and set
In the rites and passages of my life
Again I´ve come to a crossroads
where I must take the stage
Or go back wait and wait for another pay raise
Time to let my heart feel it´s rage for change
Or sit and lie in wait
for security to lock me in it´s chains
a blindfold over my young dreams
But there are two essential sins
Impatience and laziness
And I´m still searching
For the middle ground within
Many such suns have risen
Many such suns have set
Many such suns have risen and set
In the rites and passages of my life
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6. |
Reality Lies
04:36
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Reality Lies
We are feeding and breeding the weak, people
Look at the equation
Look for one moment at our placation
Less work +
More convenience =
Comfort and happiness
Is this your sole credence?
People like rats
running for the scraps of cheese
that the white coats
told them would please
the walls figments of imagined dreams
inbreeding by years
of trickle-up greed
we´re in a daze where marketing
has become the art
of hypnotizing our needs
Magazines telling me
To be beautiful and sheek
Buy expensive clothes
And perfumes that wreak
Of something not me
Make up made up of dead lard
Scarves made by fingerless children in barns
Telling people they need to carve carve carve
Their faces until they have the right
Look! A crooked nose won´t get you anywhere
Clean up your wear and tear
Get with the programme and give up your care
Nothing´s going on out there
How can we save the world
When we´re too busy with me me me
We´ve been tamed to be deaf, blind, numb and greedy
How can we save a world
Where media machines sell beautiful scenes
When reality lies in poverty and grief
Buy products
All American
All sweatshops
death shops for children
exploited mothers and fathers
for 15 cents an hour
it comes down to manslaughter
complete with benefit of wounds
and starvation turned sour
making you on-time
and dressed to impress
for who wants to be a millionaire hour
Wake up!
America = genocide + abuse of power
Convicted in a world court
For crimes against humanity
For dirty funny money
Naw it ain´t your fault honey
Cause who cares what´s going on
Outside of my Brita-sweet laziness
When I´ve got 700 styles of teas
Tubes of whipping cream
Airconditioning and gas heat
20 different types of hormone pumped meat
slick digital ovens that self clean
battery powered shit to brush my teeth
complicated manuals on something I don’t need
and silk screened t-shirts of the American dream
How can we save the world
When we´re too busy with me me me
We´ve been tamed to be deaf, blind, numb and greedy
How can we save a world
Where media machines sell beautiful scenes
When reality lies in poverty and grief
The mentally ill made to sleep on the streets
The sick and alone made to bust their own keep
Let fall through the cracks in the land of the free
While lobbyists cry fortune 500 needs
Little girls starving to be Cosmo queens
Can´t get an education if you´re not pedigree
Daddy´s on death row cause justice is disease
Our pensions fighting wars in the middle east
Standard of living built on credit cards
People only voting for Big Brother stars
Nature´s only something in my back yard
While cultures die-out tryin´to be like ours
How can we save the world
When we´re too busy with me me me
We´ve been tamed to be deaf blind numb and greedy
How can we save a world
Where media machines sell beautiful scenes
When reality lies in poverty and grief
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7. |
Walkin'
01:23
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Walkin´
I was walkin´through the park
And I was lookin´ for somethin´
Someone, somebody
To take me away
Give me some love
Show me what the good life
Was all about
I was so, so damn lost
I didn´t know which way
Was up
I didn´t know which way
Was down
Didn´t know which way
To go around to find myself
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8. |
Not Tryin'
02:51
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Not Tryin´
How long have we been
Going on like this?
How long have we been
Going strong like this?
I don´t mean to be cliché
But I can´t make this
Make sense
Any other way
I´m not tryin´
To be original
(or) creative
(I´m) just tryin´
to communicate
this feeling I have inside
and it´s real
Whether or not
It´s all been said and done before
Don´t make it any less
I just long for your caress
My old man
You make me laugh
My ball and chain
I´ll carry your weight
And never compain
You´re the apple of my eye
And sometimes you make me cry
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9. |
Midnight Visions
04:58
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Midnight visions
I wake up late at night in cold sweats
Dizzy from the weight of the world spinning
Visions of Gandhi whispering
Patience in non-violent protest
In my head keeps echoing
Martin Luther King shakes his fist at me
Screaming equality and liberty
And Here´s me just tryin to breathe
Kahlil Gilbran´s prophet comes brooding through my room
muttering this tune over and over again:
¨how long have we been dead
and still, like nothing´s been said¨
Simone de Beauvoir flickers by my window
sitting and gazing at the view
flipping through the daily tribune
nodding in silence at headlines
cause all that bad press gets depressing
she´s guessing we didn´t get it
Nina Simone shape shifts and breaks out of my birdcage
Spitting feathers and begins to dance
a Liberian princess prance
Wailing ¨your name is peaches
And you are the new strange fruit
Dangling from the dead trees of democracy¨
As she bangs out an imaginary dusty melody
On my armoire
Sacajawea grabs at my arm from under my bed
Hagan`iyunde
Where are my people
Why did I listen to your lies
Where are my people
drunk and improvrished on infertile lands
where my granddaughters have been sterilized
My head is spinning feeling a bit dizzy
I try to loose from the covers break free from the guilt
As Shakespeare knelt himself before me
Melodramatically with skull in hand
¨To be or not to be is no longer the question my lamb¨.
Suddenly there´s loud banging
Followed by a hush as the invaders clamour fades
Adolf and his entourage march in and parade
He comes closer and slaps me on my brain
Like an old school-school teacher
Scolding: ¨what luck for rulers, men do not think.¨
Suddenly everyone between themselves starts bickering
Like I´m the power behind the ring that´s got em sinking
And I crawl on the floor looking for shelter
From the dead
Can´t escape the hurt in my head
all I want get is a good night rest
and rat waste my way to a full table of bread
Yet all these voices and shadows
Rolling in their graves staving of my state of REM
its getting louder and louder
and I´m caving and crumbling
their eyes are bubbling
as their rage turns to me
like clockwork it chimes
One, two, three
and suddenly
somehow gushing up through my chest
Comes a voice deep inside of me
Like Backwards hot tea:
And I begin to sing:
WE ARE BUT MAD NORTH WEST
BUT WHEN THE WIND IS SOUTHERLY
WE KNOW A HAWK FROM A HAND SAW SEE
SO WE´LL
GET UP STAND UP
WON´T GIVE UP THE FIGHT
GET UP STAND UP
FIGHTING FOR OUR RIGHTS
I know we´ve got a long way to go
So please go on home
I´ll get your message sent
And promise not to make it
Chain mail this time round
No, I´ll think of something a bit more sound
So if you´ll excuse me I´ll be off to bed
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10. |
Hold On
04:49
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Hold on
When you´re lonely
Things ain´t goin´ your way
When you´re lonely
And shame has stained your name
Hold on
Hold on
A brighter day will dawn
Hold on
Hold on
Believe
Sometimes we all hurt
Sometimes we just don´t feel right
Sometimes we all yearn
And just don´t feel complete
Sometimes we just feel
Just as long as it´s real
Let it feel
Let it be free
Let it flow freely
Until it naturally leaves
Hold on
Hold on
A brighter day will dawn
Hold on
Hold on
Believe
In the quiet of the morning
When I can no longer sleep
My ears ring
And my heart hurts at its Beat
Left me gaunt
From haunting dreams
My worries turning into
Cinematic tragedies
I´ve been sweating
grinding my teeth
Where are my damn sheets?
So I get up, watch the sunrise
Watch you sleep
And listen to them birds sing
Hold on
Hold on
A brighter day will dawn
Hold on
Hold on
Believe
When you´re lonely
And things aren´t goin your way
When you´re lonely
And shame has stained your name
Hold on
Hold on
A brighter day will dawn
Hold on
Hold on
Believe
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