MAX Q
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Sometimes
Sometimes I can't believe my brain
And sometimes I can't believe my brain
And sometimes, you gotta take a chance on yourself
Cause when the power strikes you blind
They can see it in your eyes
And it doesn't take too much to read
Too much to read your mind
Cause when the power strikes you blind
They can see it in your eyes
And it doesn't take too much to read
Too much to read your mind
Sometimes I can't believe your brain
And sometimes, I can't believe your brain
And sometimes you gotta take a chance on yourself
And sometimes you gotta take a chance on yourself
Cause when the power strikes you blind
They can see it in your eyes
And it doesn't take too much to read
Too much to read your mind
Cause when the power strikes you blind
They can see it in your eyes
And it doesn't take too much to read
Too much to read your mind
Cause when the power strikes you blind
They can see it in your eyes
And it doesn't take too much to read
Too much to read your mind
Cause when the power strikes you blind
They can see it in your eyes
And it doesn't take too much to read
Too much to read your mind
Cause when the power strikes you blind
They can see it in your eyes
And it doesn't take too much to read
Too much to read your mind
Cause when the power strikes you blind
They can see it in your eyes
And it doesn't take too much to read
Too much to read your mind
Way Of The World
You are born into this world
Looking down the barrel of a gun
And those who hold the gun
Want you to work fast and die young
And if you dont' work
If you don't obey
They'll make you live in fear till your dying day
Those who govern hold the gun
To your head
With religions, corporations proud of the blood
They have shed
Whether it's God or the bomb
It's just the same
It's only fear under another name
Whether it's God or the bomb
It's just the same
It's only fear under another name
And the corpoate snakes coming in to feed
On that pathetic fact known as human greed
Skin and bone being raked over those hot coals
This dump never seems to give time to human soul
And if all those things that we have learnt
No time for questions you'll just get burnt
(Listen) You'll just get burnt
Whether it's God or the bomb
It's just the same
It's only fear under another name
Whether it's God or the bomb
It's just the same
It's only fear under another name
And those words crush you flat
Like your skulls under a brick
And the fear's so damn strong
That it makes you sick
And you can see right through those eyes
That make you fear, that make you lie
And you're taught to hold high
Yet you wonder why
Dumb values forced upon you by the
Living lie
Whether it's God or the bomb
It's just the same
It's only fear under another name
Whether it's God or the bomb
It's just the same
It's only fear under another name
Whether it's God or the bomb
It's just the same
It's only fear under another name
Whether it's God or the bomb
It's just the same
It's only fear under another name
Whether it's God or the bomb
It's just the same
It's only fear under another name
Ghost of the Year
I'm counting on you
To count my blessings
I'm counting on you
To count the fingers on my hand
That's the amount of time I've got
I'll always feel drowned and I'll always be around
I'll always feel drowned and I'll always be around
And now they want to crown me (for the ghost of the year)
And now they want to crown me (for the ghost of the year)
And now they want to crown me (for the ghost of the year)
And now they want to crown me (for the ghost of the year)
New message from the airwaves
One saved one alive
A new message hits my brain
I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive I'm somebody today
There's a great deal of fear inside
That I'm right in my conclusions
A great deal of pain inside
And I'm supposed to be alright
And now they want to crown me (for the ghost of the year)
And now they want to crown me (for the ghost of the year)
And now they want to crown me (for the ghost of the year)
Down on the street
To search for feel
The people on the street, they make me real
So, I'm counting on you
To count my blessings
I'm counting on you
To count the fingers on my hand
That's the amount of time I've got
And now they want to crown me (for the ghost of the year)
And now they want to crown me (for the ghost of the year)
And now they want to crown me (for the ghost of the year)
And now they want to crown me (for the ghost of the year)
Everything
This is a message from innerspace
This is a message from me to you face to face
The continuity of all you gave
Time to undo the shakles of a slave
And
Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything
Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything
Here comes positivity cruisin on a wave
We've got every dream recorded
Loaded up and ready to save
Feed off that power that's in your dreams
Mass total energy from things unseen
And
Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything
Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything
Ignore the architect of our dreams
Spinning the wheel with thought unseen
Part of the whole ignorance removes the soul
And it sends it scurrying blindly
Off to dig it's hole
And
Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything
Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything
Here comes positivity cruisin on a wave
We've got every dream recorded
Loaded up and ready to save
Feed of that power that's in your dreams
Mass total energy from things unseen
And
Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything
Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything
Concrete
I'm sitting in a bar
Staring at the universe that's in my drink
The motion of my straw
Is stirring anti-clockwise in the glass
I recall the moments...well
And I raise my glass to you
You held me in your arms
And saved me from despair
And as I'm older and more stupid
The years have etched stupidity into my skull
I condemn my foolishness
And I raise my glass to you
Yeah, the world is packed with murderers and madmen
They promised us a slow, slow death
Those who torture with a smile
I don't like their idea of business at all
And in this drink I see my momentary freedom
But I know the smell of my own prison
Yes, I know it well
I know the smell of me (Fascination won't change my mind)
I hear those telephones ringing
Everybody wants out
Ring...all those sleepless nights
And those wailing phones won't set things right
Such a state of disorder
Go one way, two ways, four
Anyway, our feet are still cramped
Oh sure, it's a concrete idea
You can say what you want
Fascination, won't change my mind
You can say what you want
Fascination, won't change my mind
Won't change my mind
Zero-2-0
(Instrumental)
Soul Engine
We were talking
While driving at night
Talking about freedom
Freedom in golden cages
Illusions...some call them dreams
Someone said, "Do the words make a difference"
She said, "Never underestimate your soul"
We took to the highway in a car full of dreams
You bought your freedom
In golden cages
Some people call dreams
You bought your freedom in golden cages
Some people call dreams
If you strip everything away
What are you left with
You're left with nothing
If you took away your big black cat
Would there be anything at all
Your hats and furs and diamond rings
Don't mean a thing
And those chains you got around your neck
They're just pulling you down
Walk naked to me
Walk naked to me
Walk naked to me
You bought your freedom in golden cages
Some people call dreams
You bought your freedom in golden cages
Some people call dreams
You bought your freedom in golden cages
Some people call dreams
You bought your freedom in golden cages
Some people call dreams
Buckethead
Sometimes you feel like hell
And your whole world is hell as well
Sometimes you feel just like
All you can do is sleep
There's an eyeball on your shoulder
And Lord it's been there such a long time
And you can't escape this feeling
Though there's nothing there wrong
There's a monitor where the mind once was
An aircraft passes overhead
Resounds like rain in the bucket of my head
Bones just like gun's
Marching off to bore
Some sizable holes holes in this suit of skin
Sometimes you feel like hell
And your whole world is hell aswell
Somtimes you feel just like
All you can do is sleep
I know that sickness is here
Come on and buy your own disease
Cause were the product of the product
Can't turn but to rot
There's a monitor where the mind once was
An aircraft passes overhead
Resounds like rain in the bucket of my head
Bones just like guns
Marching off to bore
Some sizable holes in this suit of skin
Monday Night by Satellite
You stained my chair
I stained your dress
People think we're brats
But I think we're pretty smart
Monday night by satellite
I'm walking through your dreams
Life's so strange when we're together
But I feel like we're twins
Oh, the will
To carry on
The time is short
But I have the time
Monday night by satellite
I'm walking through your dreams
Life's so strange when we're together
But I feel like your twin
If I were to spend my whole life over
I'd spend it with you
Monday night by satellite
I love you
Oh yeah, Monday night
Monday night
Monday night
By satellite, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tight
Hold tight
Nothing missing
Look around
Pupil's glisten
Can you listen?
Or is it that
You've learnt too much
What's your limit
Teeth are clenched, chords in the neck are tense
Sometimes it seems to make no sense
And don't you cry
You know you've heard a pack of lies
So hold tight
And don't you cry
Hold tight
Yeah I can see you
You got it all under your skin
Turn around where you stand
Everybody take aim at adversity
Teeth are clenched, chords in the neck are tense
Sometimes it seems to make no sense
And don't you cry
You know you've heard a pack of lies
So hold tight
And don't you cry
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hold tight
I got your message
I got it all
And there's no limit
The travel between our dreams
Has not come to an end
So let's keep up
Our holy alliance
Teeth are clenched, chords in the neck are tense
Sometimes it seems to make no sense
And don't you cry
You know you've heard a pack of lies
So hold tight
And don't you cry
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ot-Ven-Rot
This bruised brain can only take so much heat
This mind has been used as a skittle in a dust bowl
A wrecking of the soul turned over and spewed out
Carried away ever junk left behind by all
Till the cattle finally come home
And all the workers bodies pile up
Like so many used cars
Till the cattle has finally come home
And all the workers bodies pile up
Like so many used cars
This carriage of skin and bone is my home
I'm in need of new tissue but I aint' gonna get it
I used the leftovers the junk left behind by all
That junk chucked away to be replaced
By some new
So bright and shiny golden and silver
That it shatters the sun
So as God can see it
And it will not spit on their land
The land was bought by the skin of their teeth
Or the spine and spirit of those crushed below them
In the world below where the junk ain't so bright
And those who got it - built for those who got better
Anything they want with their bones and skin
Till the cattle finally come home
And all the workers bodies pile up
Like so many used cars
Anything they want with their bones and skin
Till the cattle finally come home
And all the workers bodies pile up
Like so many used cars
Anything they want with their bones and skin
Till the cattle finally come home
And all the workers bodies pile up
Like so many used cars
Anything they want with their bones and skin
Till the cattle finally come home
And all the workers bodies pile up
Like so many used cars
All songs written by Ollie Olsen and Michael Hutchence |