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Burning Sensations
03:32
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BURNING SENSATIONS
w/m Thom L. Inglin
A mass of frustration's invading my soul
I pause for a moment to regain control
And sensing a villainous lack of lament
I drive to the corner to cry
and the Burning Sensations are everywhere
The Burning Sensations are filling the air
Do you, at all, see what they're doing to me?
Sense of burning!
Surrounded by precepts that I don't understand
How can this make sense to an ordinary man?
The pressure is building to make life explode -
All that's heard is a whimpering sigh!
A tree spreads its leave with its gathering might
And time furls its wings it is tired of flight
How can we know what this knowledge will bring?
How can we see without remembering?
A sensation of vertigo is all that we feel,
and the yearning that someday this all will be real!
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2. |
Anger
04:28
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ANGER
w/m Thom L. Inglin
I like to see the way you use me
And the pain the using brings
the blinding lies you have created
so I don't know what's happening
a pawn for you accept the gifts
and go swiftly to the fray
you slit the throats of friends and neighbors
you put your children on display
Reality's knocking on your door
the louder it beckons the more you ignore
fiercer and fiercer the fighting becomes
but all you can do is sit there and run!
See the starving little children
screaming, cryinf tears of blood
men and women hurling insults
nail their own hands to the wood
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3. |
Life By Numbers
02:45
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Around 7:30 Thusday night
Crippled poster children
Pasting pictures of perfect people
With yellow chemo hands
Are we really so perfect?
How perfect can you be?
White tie and tails, black tuxedo
evening jewelled gowns
photographs, desk, family portrait
no pain - no mess
Aerobics every other night
except Sunday of course
evening news sitcoms and "Johnny"
bedtime wake up early
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4. |
Lifting
03:20
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lifting you up you feel like alive
never thought the break would come
seeking shelter you found none
held together with string and tape
and all the feeling of hope you saved
a fight to keep yourself true
gladness wholness now that it's through
lifting you up you feel like again
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5. |
Hold
02:05
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I was sitting on my back porch
Wondering who would buy my record,
and would that new bar of soap really get things clean?
Then I realized maybe I wouldn't get famous
Like Andy Warhol, Spike Jones and James Dean!
I'm running through yellow llights
Everything is covered in mold
I'm so glad you're so happy
I've got everything on hold hold hold...
Anger makes me angry I see the sky turn green
Left and right are opposites medium is in between
Then I realized maybe I wouldn't get famous
Like Andy Rooney, Lou Reed and James Dean!
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6. |
November Sixth
03:23
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Today I saw your heart a moment's glance of pain
And now I cannot tell if I'll ever see you again
Written on your wrists were the crys of deep despair
And all that I could do was show you that someone cared
And my heart cried when you walked away
The pain in my soul will never go away
The cries of the young both silent and painful
To the ears that are closed
Don't you recognize their silent screams?
I cried for you today because you could not cry
I tried to understand the reason why you wanted to die
Now Someone made life worthwhile for you -
won't you listen to the heart
of Someone giving you the chance to make a brand new start?
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7. |
Black Sheep
02:45
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thatgirlnoshesnotheonewontbetakeninby
yourfakecharmblacksheepofthefamilycould
havehaditalljustaswelltoturnitawayfrom
hergazeherlooktoyoushesendsamessageand
everythingclicksyouquietlywalkawayand
youneverlearnalessonfromaheartascreamso
coldpiercestheearletsyouknowitsnotoverits
notrightthisgirlknowsandyetyoiutrytosell
heritwonttakelongbeforeyoucrumbleinward
andwellbetheretokickinyourdoorbuthteres
nowaytoholdyoucantproveanythingiswrong
toyoushesendsamessageandeverythingclicks
shequietlygoesawayandyoudonthearwhatshes
sayingfromherheartascreamsocold...
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8. |
New Generation
03:43
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I've been thinking about a time
when the world would come to terms with itself
It's a dream I've had for a while
And I hope that other people
have been dreaming with me
And I can see that new generation
A time when we will all be one
Anticipating that new generation
When the world will see the Son
Can it be that no one's seen it
The possibilities for love never end
But love is too much for this tired world
But we've got to get together a
and give it a try
And the end is getting closer
With each dying breath we take
There is too much at stake
To wait around any longer
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9. |
Avalanche
03:54
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Avalanche can we save her now
Ambulance can we save him now
Hit and run can we save them now
Bank account can we save him now
Suit and tie can we save him now
Needle can we save her now
Knife can we save her now
Punch can we save them now
Are you jkust talking paper?
Are you just melting wax?
Are you buying the pretty picture
and in Hell will burn the facts?
Kick in head can we save her now
Starving dread can we save him now
Hatred can we save them now
Left alone can we save her now
Mobilephone can we save him now
TV news can we save them now
Rescue crews can we save them now
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