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Walking With The Dinosaurs - I'm not a cavemen or an ancient being, but they don't appear to be what they seem. I ask them for help but they just ignore. They do nothing and they get bored. They say that they don't have time to think, but I believe that their brains are extinct. They're large and clumsy and they take up space. They do nothing in their ancient place. Walking with the dinosaurs. Lumbering around the world. Walking with the dinosaurs. Useless in our modern world. Top of the food chain they don't look down below. They see our actions and they still don't know. Static to action a relic of their past. They do nothing and they get fat.
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Dreams Of Dreams
04:03
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Dreams of Dreams - It came to me in a dream that life is not what it seems. Perceptions are our reality, what we hear and what we see. So I woke up at the first light after a thousand year night. And I walked into my new space, and found that everything was in its place. But something was distorted, out of plane. The images and sounds entering my brain were different from my last nights dream like lightning bolts and laser beams. I couldn't face that type of dread so I climbed on back into my bed. And I slept for years it seemed until I woke from another dream. It came to me in a dream that life is not what it seems. It came to me in a dream.
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Big Brother Media
04:12
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Big Brother Media - Big Brother media, talkin’ encyclopedias. Leeches tryin’ to bleed ya. Big Brother media. Big Brother's on TV tellin’ me what to think. Why don’t you ever blink? Big Brother's on my screen. Your motives are the same, the fame blame game’s insane. Big Brother on my screen. I still don’t know what you mean. You dig the dirt to make yourself clean. Your constant need to feed the machine. I’m not worried about the government. I’m just worried about your bad intent. I’ve seen the planes crashing into the towers. I’ve seen the Fabs on the Sullivan show. I’ve seen the Bronco roll down the highway. It seems that OJ don't really know. I’ve seen the space shuttles gone in an instant. I’ve seen a man walkin' on the moon. I’ve seen too many assassinations, Martin, John, Bobby, John Lennon too.
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Anything To Say
03:32
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Anything To Say - I don't have anything to say to you anymore. We've left our dirty laundry on the floor. I guess the only answer is out the door. You've said it for the both of us. There's nothing left to discuss. You've said it for the both of us. I'm left with all of your mistrust. There's nothing left for us to explore. Your rants are getting harder to ignore, and that's why I've stopped keeping score. You've said it for the both of us. There's nothing left for us to discuss. You've said it for the both of us. I'm left with all of your mistrust. I don't have anything to say to you anymore. Your rhetoric has chilled me to the core, and that's why I'm leaving your witless war.
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Charismatic Maniac
04:03
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Charismatic Maniac - You couldn't look him in the eye, but you couldn't look away. He had a certain maniacal smile that made you want to stay. And when he spoke your mind awoke. And when he screamed your ears would bleed. Your ears would bleed, but you'd believe. And so we lived in fear so that we could hear. We heard his new ideas. We battled through the tears. He told us what to say. He told us when to kneel and pray. He taught us how to salute. He showed us total resolute. So the apocalypse came and went. Our leader has been heaven sent, or hell bound, depends on your point of view. We're lost again, so what's new?
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Looking For The Answers
03:54
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Lookin' For The Answers - Radio was playin' but it was on another station, so I reached up and turned the dial. Second one sounded the same and I was going a little insane, so I left it on the static for awhile. I'm lookin' for the answers to the questions that arise. Hidden from my eyesight, they come as a suprise. I turned on the TV to see what I could see, but I hadn't paid the bill in awhile. Surfin' through the channels like a sand board desert camel. Nothin' seemed to be worthwhile. I'm lookin' for the answers to the questions that arise. Hidden from my eyesight, they come as a surprise. I just keep on movin'. I search both far and near. I seem to be alerted to the words I want to hear. I picked up my morning paper, and the rain turned it into vapor, and I couldn’t read about the latest trial. Then the sun came through the clouds, like the shedding of a shroud. At that moment I started to smile.
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Give You A Bullet
03:29
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Give You A Bullet - I'll give you a bullet. I'll give you a gun. I'll give you a cause. I'll give you a reason. Talk is cheap. It's a rhetorical reply. It's always tongue and cheek, you should never ask why. Following the lead it's hard to see the front. Not allowed to bleed, staying in the hunt. You must defend my rights 'cause I'm too old to fight. I must send the young to do what's right. The guns go off without a sound. Deaf and numb to the noise, but still death abounds. You call the game from afar, but you can't hide the scars, so I must fight to end this war.
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Circle Of Friends
03:39
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Circle Of Friends - The only people you see are the only people you know. Everyone else around you is just a shadow. I think you're much too kind, or you've become quite blind. Let's give it one more try. They say your circle of friends has dropped to just a few. They slowly fade away. The circle's residue. I think you're much too kind, or I've become quite blind. It's time that we resign. It happens to one and all. Our visions seems to regress. It is getting hard to tell. It's easier to guess. They say the last thing that you see is a bright shining light. All your memories fade away. A beacon in the night.
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Play The Game
03:39
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The Game - You play the game. It's always the same. It'll never change, but you still play the game. You know it's a crime, but you still wanna shine. You don't wanna be left behind, but you don't mind. I play the game, but I think I'm insane. The pieces rearrange when I play the game. I'm seeking to find, but I'm prone to be blind. I'm still looking for a sign. It's time to rewind. You know it's a crime, but I'm prone to be blind. You don't wanna be left behind. It's time to rewind. We play the game. It's always the same. I think we're insane when we play the game.
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My Tired Feet
03:58
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My Tired Feet - I walked down to my mailbox to see what's in the mail. Nuthin' but some bills to pay, and flyers for the sales. I walked down to the corner to hear the latest news. The news was so depressing had to move on in my shoes. My feet are growing tired. They lost the urge to roam. I think they should retire. It's time to bring them home. I walked down to the market to pick me up some food, but the prices, were too high there, and the people were all rude. I walked down to the drug store to pick up my new pills. They was nuthin' but placebos, so I couldn't get no thrills. I see the distant landscape, but my feet are just too worn. The path I take is my fate. Too late to be reborn. I walked down to the gov'ment to give'm a piece of my mind. They pushed me out the door now, and they kicked me in my ass. I walked on back home now to get me some relief. T'was at the bottom of a bottle, and the end of a spleef. And so I am back home again. The circle is complete. It's time to begin again. Tomorrow I'll repeat.
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Words (Don't Mean Nuthin') - Words, they don't mean nuthin'. They're just somethin' to say while the melody plays. Words, they don't mean nuthin'. Songs, they don't mean nuthin'. It's just the melody playin' while the words are on stage. Songs, they don't mean nuthin'.
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Waiting
06:50
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Waiting - As I watched the children at play, I was waiting for you all day. But the daylight started to fade, and the children passed in the shade. I've been waiting for you to come home. I'm so tired of being alone. Waiting, I'm just waiting. I'm still waiting for you, waiting for you. I go to bed alone every night. Wake up in solitude at the first light. You truly left but your scent still remains. I hope that time dulls all my pain. Waiting, I'm just waiting. I'm still waiting for you, waiting for you. I can't remember your smile anymore. I can't remember when you walked out that door. I can't remember the look on your face. I just remember our last embrace. Waiting . . .
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Bill Cantrell San Antonio, Texas
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