(high energy instrumental)
It's not how fast you can go
The force goes into the flow
If you pick up the beat
You can forget about the heat
More than just survival
More than just a flash
More than just a dotted line
More than just a dash
It's a test of ultimate will
The heartbreak climb uphill
Got to pick up the pace
If you want to stay in the race
More than blind ambition
More than simple greed
More than a finish line
(More than a finish line)
Must feed this burnin' need
(Must feed this burnin' need)
In the long run
From first to last
Peak is never passed
Somethin' always fires the light
That gets in your eyes
One moment's high
And glory rolls on by
Like a streak of lightning
That flashes and fades
In the summer sky
Your meters may overload
You can rest at the side of the road
You can miss a stride
But nobody gets a free ride
More than high performance
More than just a spark
More than just the bottom line
Or a lucky shot in the dark
In the long run
From first to last
Peak is never passed
Somethin' always fires the light
That gets in your eyes
One moment's high
And glory rolls on by
Like a streak of lightning
That flashes and fades
In the summer sky
You can do a lot in a lifetime
If you don't burn out too fast
You can make the most of the distance
First you need endurance
First you've got to last
From first to last
Peak is never passed
Somethin' always fires that light
That gets in your eyes
One moment's high
And glory rolls on by
Like a streak of lightning
That flashes and fades
In the summer sky
From first to last
Peak is never passed
Somethin' always fires the light
That gets in your eyes
One moment's high
And glory rolls on by
Like a streak of lightning
That flashes and fades
The die was cast the day we passed
The point of no return
Once through the maze & past the haze
The prize for which we yearn
This is more than a childhood passion
This is more like a dream come true
It takes time to get to Avalon
That's why we're on this marathon
It takes time to get to Avalon
That's whe're on this marathon
It's far too late we took the bait
We've heard the siren's call
No time to loose or pick and choose
We've got to have it all
This is more than a childhood passion
Don't try & stop me I'm coming through
[repeat chorus]
Here we go, time to get started
Don't give up, you will find it soon
It'll come to you like a sonic boom
Don't be late we can crash the gate
Or we can try again on another day
We'll leave the past behind if that's the price we have to pay
You know we're coming to find it & it's not that far away
[repeat chorus]
Love is this marathon, I'm running for you baby
And you don't know me yet but faith is all I have, see
And I'm gonnnaaaaa
Win this race
Since I were a little girl
My eyes were fixed on you
I knew that one day we'd meet
That you could set me free
Sure diamond ring, pretty things
A piece of mind, could be all mine
O this growing love affair
Has kept me on my feet
Love is this marathon, I'm running for you baby
And you don't know me yet but faith is all I have, see
And I'm gonnnaaaaa
Win this race
Yesterday I had a glimpse of you
You looked me in my face
And just the other day you brushed right by me
I felt you reeling in my space
Tell me, do you think of me
And can you see me from the start
I swear I said I'd wait for you
But fate might change the score
Love is this marathon, I'm running for you baby
And you don't know me yet but faith is all I have, see
And I'm gonnnaaaaa
Genius is born, not paid.
Time is spent not saved.
I want to be natural.
I'm a mathematical disaster.
Sing your heart out! Make it rain.
It's a sin to kill a mockingbird.
Getting laid in the nineties
to pretend to be grown up.
Like an explosion in chemistry.
Like an F in contemporary history.
I'm still the train wreck I was back then
but on different tracks.
I was heading for nowhere and I got there.
And I'm still here.
I have this friend for years now.
We both learned from the same book, the same words.
to-do lists on a long yellow legal pad
blue windsor knots framed by basic black
resplendent tables
great forests of paper plates
carrying the weight of the world
saps every ounce of your strength
in training to run a marathon
miles and miles and miles
with your sunday shoes on
in training to run a marathon
miles and miles and miles
with your dress shoes on
but all the recurring dreams
will increase and then peter out and cease
tears do evaporate
but oh so slowly like piss on toilet seat
in training to run a marathon
miles and miles and miles
with your sunday shoes on
in training to run a marathon
miles and miles and miles
Make, make, make 'em, make 'em clap to this
To show our appreciation for your support
Make, make, make 'em, make 'em clap to this
Thank you, DJs
Dilated, let's go
Clap your hands, clap your hands, clap your hands
Check it
Clap your hands, clap your hands, clap your hands
Yo, first up, I stay updated
Stay in the zone, an' no question, stay 'Dilated'
Understand, I exercise patience
Respect my paths 'cause the road, these cats paved it
Now that we've got that straight, it's time to move on
I don't train for sprints, I train for marathons
A long haul, we're built for this
It's proven, every year, more people cop our shit
The point I'm gettin' at, we're buildin' a army
Couldn't thank 'em enough, for real, I feel strongly
Right now, we're parked in a comfortable spot
By 2004, we're out to own the whole lot
Out for the top, to settle for less, the short change
So we keep our heads with us, as there's more to gain
An' with war is pain, so we roll the dice
It's all for the love, but some pay the ultimate price, check it out y'all
Yo, they go off when they go on
On an' on, on an' on, marathon
Pace yourself so you can face yourself
Run hard, you really only race yourself
Yo, they go off when they go on
On an' on, on an' on, marathon
But we don't run from shit, we run to it
Might run over your shit or run through it
I crack my own tooth, man, rap's a tool
Just to spit crowns an' leave your head wrapped with jewels
Respect that, even if you don't respect that
Label politics is just a minor setback
As long as we're willin' an' our heart is still in it
In the marathon, the artists will win it
Even though they want me to bite my tongue
Where I'm comin' from it's like 'Fuck that, I'll still win it'
The long run separates the weak an' strong one
Never underestimate how deep the songs run
Pace yourself so you can face yourself
Run hard, you really only race yourself
Yo, clap your hands, your hands you clap
Expansion Team rap, then expand the map
With endurance, intellect, cardiovascular
Stamina, Rakaa's a party flow master like this
Yo, they go off when they go on, on
On an' on, on an' on, marathon
Pace yourself so you can face yourself
Run hard, you really only race yourself
Yo, they go off when they go on, on
On an' on, on an' on, marathon
But we don't run from shit, we run to it
Might run over your shit or run through it
I'm like Axel when they kill Mike for the bearer bonds
Driven to fight, livin' in the marathon
Some can't carry on, they're tired or feel ill
But in the end, real soldiers are still will
Sometimes, it's just spectators an' gladiators
Same party, next year, haters congratulate us
To Buddy, Princess an' Jalen, congratulations
This year, there's less funerals than graduations
Yo, pace myself 'cause sagas continue
Standin' ovations, Dilated blows up every venue
A new era, placed first, style pursuin'
The shoe fits? Wear it, it's based on you an'
Your off beat DJ, anythin' he play
Sounds like Babu, pulled the plug with no delay
This homestretch, I've saved my last breath
I push full throttle, no rest 'til nothin's left, it's the marathon
Yo, they go off when they go on, on
On an' on, on an' on, marathon
Pace yourself so you can face yourself
Run hard, you really only race yourself
Yo, they go off when they go on, on
On an' on, on an' on, marathon
But we don't run from shit, we run to it
Might run over your shit or run through it
Clap your hands, clap your hands, come on
Clap your hands, clap your hands, clap your hands
Check it, Expansion Team forever an' the Alchemist
I'm just built like this [Incomprehensible]
Love-makin' is a zone, the rhythm, the music
The movement, wet, devotion
Are you focussed? Are you?
I can help you last forever
[Incomprehensible], connect
She says things to me like
"Keep me coming"
As the seconds turn to minutes
As the minutes turn to hours
As the sound of love is hollered
Time just keeps elapsing
And I just keep climaxing
With sweaty palms to say the least
You know just what to do to curl my toes
When she blows, there I go
I lose all control and there's no need for batteries
Once you turned on your light
Marathon, marathon, marathon, marathon, marathon
Your love-making's like a marathon
Marathon, marathon, marathon, marathon, on and on and on
Your love-making's like a marathon
Roll me something, baby
Let me light you
I respond to her femininity
The sweet taste of heaven
I taste when I kiss you
Suga, you fulfill the passion
You make all my daydreams come true
I'm caught in your seduction
You make me lust for more and more
When it rains, girl, it pours
From the vibe to the core
Now feel your hands stretch my back
As you play in my lap
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
Like a marathon, baby, let it go, let it go
Marathon, marathon, marathon, marathon, marathon
Your love-making's like a marathon
Marathon, marathon, marathon, marathon, on and on and on
Your love-making's like a marathon
Marathon, a marathon
Marathon, a marathon
Marathon, a marathon
Marathon, a marathon
Marathon, marathon, marathon, marathon, marathon
Your love-making's like a marathon
Marathon, marathon, marathon, marathon, on and on and on
[Chorus: x2]
Girl I'm a run this thing like a marathon
If you're going, going going on night.
Girl I'm a run this thing like a marathon
I'm a give it to you just the way you like.
First things, first girl, you go at the stretch light yeah
Show [?] baby you're on fire I'm a help you put it out, out
Girl stop it droppin row droppin raw
I know it ain't' a race so I gotta keep the pace
It 's a marathon, baby it's 25 day
And I wanna into I'm a run to tell the in girl it's a marathon
So we ain't stop until the break up day.
[Bridge:]
Oh girl don't you wanna ride with the champion
Somebody that you know can go the distance
Don't you wanna row with the champion
Somebody that's in a excellent condition.
[Chorus: x2]
Girl I'm a run this thing like a marathon
If you're going, going going on night.
Girl I'm a run this thing like a marathon
I'm a give it to you just the way you like.
Now that you thought you lie to me
Girl you can slow down gotta reach that goal now
Keep it movin'
I know you're tired and you wanna call it [?] and winners never quit
I know it's not a place so we gotta keep the pace it's a marathon
Baby it's a 25 day
And I wanna [?] so I go runnin to you girl it's marathon
So we ain't stop until the break up day.
[Bridge]
[Chorus x2]
[Bridge]
Music: Jacques Brel
Lyrics: Jacques Brel
English Lyrics: Eric Blau & Mort Schuman
Premiere: Monday, January 22, 1968
Join us now, we're on a marathon
We're always dancing when the music plays
Join us now, we're on a marathon
Dancing, dancing through the nights and days
We must dance because the Twenties roar
The Twenties roar because there's bathtub gin
Vo-de-o-do and the road to sin
The road to whoopee and a whole lot more
Charles A. Lindberg, tons of confetti
Dempsey-Tunney, Sacco and Vanzetti
Black, black Monday and the market drops
But we keep on dancing, dancing, we can't stop
Marathon, marathon
Mara, mara, marathon
Join us now, we're on a marathon
We're always dancing when the music plays
Join us now, we're on a marathon
Dancing, dancing through the nights and days
We must dance because the Thirties scream
The Thirties scream because the Horsemen ride
Orphan Annie lives, Daddy Warbucks dies
Breadlines, shanty towns, Frankenstein's bride
Adolf Hitler and the Siegfried follies
Joseph Stalin and a bag full of jollies
Call your broker and buy marzipan
While we keep on dancing, dancing on and on
Marathon, marathon
Mara, mara, marathon
Marathon, marathon
Mara, mara, marathon
Join us now, we're on a marathon
We're always dancing when the music plays
Join us now, we're on a marathon
Dancing, dancing through the nights and days
We must dance because the Forties burn
The Forties burn because the trumpets blare
The Yanks are coming, coming over there
Auschwitz, Edelweiss, Drang und Sturm
Manhattan Project, Robert Oppenheim
God makes mushrooms just as God makes time
Peace is sweet, man, like a lollipop
So we keep on dancing, dancing, we won't stop
Marathon, marathon
Mara, mara, marathon
Marathon, marathon
Mara, mara, marathon
Join us now, we're on a marathon
We're always dancing when the music plays
Join us now, we're on a marathon
Dancing, dancing through the nights and days
We must dance because the Fifties zing
The Fifties zing because the Sixties swing
And the Seventies flash and the Eighties bang
And the Nineties whimper and the century hangs
Robots working in the cotton fields
Vacations on Venus just a tourist deal
Fornication on tape, instant happiness
So we keep on dancing, dancing, we can't rest
Marathon, marathon
Mara, mara, marathon
Marathon, marathon
Mara, mara, marathon
staring out at the city skylights
a marathon is going down the street
and we're all racing for our own reasons
and sometimes in the middle we all meet
on this long raid home
on this long race home
into another fork in the road
that's where we decided to part
and no one said anything for hours
we were under the same familiar stars
on this long road home
on this long road home
and went out want to belong
to something more than
more than our soul
cause you can't always
do it alone
sometimes you just need a
need a little help
on this long way home
on this long way home
and oh I ventured so far
that I forgotten what I was running from
and time it takes you so far
and I am longing to be back home
on this long way home (x3)
A wartorn town
A snapping sound
Takes a child down
He wins the stray bullet lottery
Reporters there with corresponding flare
Asking "Who would dare let a fight get so ugly?"
Then his story beamed home to me
Where I'm complacently watching TV
And in between, a producer's carving
the truth to give me the juiciest piece
Every channel shows me a handsome close
Spinning yarns that make me dizzy
Woven hand-me-downs from the man on top
Meat to keep me cozy on those bitter nights
Insomniac eyes
When I dare to peep through their curtains
But why bother when I could wrap
Their newspeak tight 'round my arms
And smile to sleep
Then history pumped through the factory
Polished to keep us disarmed to the teeth
And reality dies with our memories
Unless we capture it now with our ink and lenses
That want truth like hopeless romantics
Pirates sailing airwaves
To ransack bottom-line synchophantics
Give me the cutlass and toss their anchors in the atlantic
And start telling our story
I paid the mob their fee so no one can touch me. You see, you gotta' pay the Don so he can wet his beak. Wait, got a situation here. I'll consult whitecoat technicians. They'll run some tests and check emissions. This condition needs some fixin' now, so slice me up. Staple me shut. Fluid's leaking out. Press your hands down. Writhing on the couch, I'm screaming loud, "Who's gonna help me now?" while the deep red creeps across white sheets. I'm draining out. Could you do a favor? Please press your hands down. The Don's connections: chargin' more protection to repair my body. It's gonna cost me. Naked from the waist down, I'm freakin' out. This is me from the waist down. I didn't mean for you to see these scars. I'm pleadin' now, could you do a favor? Please, just turn around. Turn around. The mob needs more for the war in the neighborhood. I've already paid the standard fee for homeland security. (My hands covered in my own blood. Who'll repair me? I've had enough.) It's unclear why this fear's overtaken me 'cause I never had an enemy 'til the Don's family moved onto my street, throwing buckets of blood on my hands. These are my new liquid assets. Can't they kick a little back to heal me for investing in the crime family?
Most everybody can agree on what's sexy. I've often liked to think I was above such consensus. But with the doors locked and my drawers dropped, I'm no different 'cause these pictures have been training me. Mission: worship counterfeit bodies. Is this a shakedown? No, no this ain't how I usually find myself when I have a revelation. So here's the breakdown: a total fakeout jumping off the page. Synthesized, sanitized, glamorized. Surprise, surprise. Black bile expulsion: our hopes for beauty make an exit and get flushed. Three courses of self-confidence deported daily from the throat with a middle finger thrust. We're so sick. We have ingested a parasitic tour guide. I clearly have misplaced my trust. An industry built on the backs of insecurity, airbrushing out the human honesty. They've defined "sexy" so narrowly. I'm getting tunnel vision and I'm terrified that my willing complicity means that I will only desire what they have planned for me. I'm so scared. I'm so scared. I'm so scared. I'm so scared, somebody please shake me. Screw this. I'm posting signs: "No Hunting and No Trespassing." These dealers pushing rank moonshine can get the hell out of my pants and get the fuck out of my mind. I'm so sick. I have been sucked in but I'm hacking my way out with this simple ambition: All I want is to be free of judging everyone against a standard that doesn't even look human, now is that too much to ask?
Let's start a war
Let's start a war
What the hell do you think all these new bombs are for?
I'm feeling generous today
And I'm itching to make a charity donation
There are some orphan bombs who only want to do their jobs
And need a place to detonate
Let's start a war
And give a home to these explosions
Let's start a war
I could say that I'm not smashing piggy banks for all this killing
But I'll just turn away and bathe in the stream
of shopping bags and half-price tags and giveaways
We hold the purse, we hold the reins
We can deny these spoiled kids their next allowance
When they start shoving 'round like bullies on the playground
We shake our pockets for more change
Let's start a war
'Cause I'm a sucker for a good fight
Let's start a war
Will we say that we're not buying any toys for naughty children
No we'll just turn away and pass the buck off
to the governments who kill off all the dissidents
And let our culpability dissolve out in the acid rain
So everyone grab your nuclear brush
And your palette of industrial sludge
And paint a sunrise so dark it will never return
Please stop acting like this comes from somebody else
'Cause we've commissioned this painting ourselves
So just sit back and relax and scatter limbs like Picasso, spatter blood like Pollack
Art critics are standing by
To declare this a wonderful sight
Lock and load all your checkbooks we'll fill this gallery
It's such a classic tapestry
Full of weapons and violence and need
We will hang it in the finest museums of history
Bloodlust out of control, he's like a demon busting out from some bottomless hole. Try to grab a hold, yeah he's a slippery bastard, slick, saturated with oil. A pulpit, a broadcast, these are weapons of mass distraction. A nation scared shitless, seal up all your windows with plastic. A mix-up? A question: how did all his oil get under their sand? A bloody new mantra: kill them just in case they're trying to kill us. We've caught you with your pants down, you're in bed with those corporate clowns and now you owe favors all over town. We finance your rogue army but you're ignoring all our needs. You're cheating on your sugar daddies. I don't think he hears us speak. I think it's time to fucking scream so loud we shatter his ignorance. And when he tries to make us fight we'll fill the jails with songs resounding, crumbling the concrete. I'm not a terrorist, 'cause I don't start wars, I stop them. Jerkface, you've got a problem. Open your windows hear the people chanting singing dancing. Then turn your back and count your cash, denounce the people asking tough questions: un-American. True patriots know when to shut up and wave flags, tri-colored gags. These colors don't run the world, get used to that. Dinosaurs like you become the fossil fuels you dearly love your bones will show up in a museum. The plate explaining it will read, "Profit from warmongering and like him, you will find your kind extinct." Your kind is going extinct. This war just fucking stinks. Bombers coming in hordes, staining the desert red and black, with the blood of the poor. Hear this: we will not fight your war.
You handed me fragrant bouquets of emotion
And I forgot
To feed them water and warm sun
You know I'm not good with responsibility
This necktie hugs me like a strangler in the night
I avoid looking from my Captain hook
While I bake under these lights
I'll be tossed in the musty brig if they know
I've learned the truth
That this numbing job is an iron claw
Intent to rob my youth
My life's just a fantasy,
It's a neverending battle between
The thrill and tedium
I'f you're looking for adventure
granoto my hand, there's just one rule
You can't grow up, you can't grow up
It can stunt your growth
Stowing away with such a fool
It's hard to evolve when firmly resolved
To betray the adult World
My life's just a fantasy
And adventure is still the only thing for which I lust
I'm you're looking for some fun
Just grab onto my hand
But let me warn you now
I won't grow up, i won't grow up
So Wendy flew back home
She's ready to grow old
She's sick of playing mother while i selfishly withhold
My chance to be a man
I just want attention
I only want to lead this legion of lost children
Now kids, clutch your daggers tight
And sneak aboard this vile ship
We'll make these villains walk the plank
And we'll obey only the wind
I can hear the clock ticking
And I notice I'm all alone
But there will always be one more
Who wants to fly out her window
Tonight I'll crash anything
A car, a couch, maybe a party
I just want a piece of home
Perhaps somebody here will take me
Sorry, i don't mean to be so old and drunk an
Hey, excuse me, I'm just looking for someone to touch tonight
Lend me a blanket and I'll be alright
My fingers learn your face
But something's out of place
Your lips aren't where I thought
They're not the ones I lost
Everyone has a silver kiss
Where they place their trust upon their lips
I got one chance to share this gift
And i gambled it on an eager teenage tryst
A drink to shitty timing
A hex on my libido
For leading me to waste mine
In the darkest theater back rows
So if you bring your silver
Get ready for my steeled touch
I'll tarnish the occasion
With a healthy dose of my red rust
I'm not trying to spread the disease
I'm just trying
I'll take you out
I'll hold your hips
I like your smile
But damn, those aren't the right lips
I'll take you out
To feel relief
But I'm not feeling
I'm not feeling anything
I won't ask much
Not much i need
Just hold me 'til we sleep
Please hold me 'til we sleep
I'll take you out
Just To feel relief
From not feeling anything
I'm not feeling anything
I don't ask much
'Cause there's not much I can bring
Just hold me 'til we sleep
Please hold me 'til we sleep
I Wanna Dance, Dance baby dance
I Wanna Dance
(Instrumental)
I Wanna Dance, Dance baby dance
I Wanna Dance
(Instrumental)
I Wanna Dance, Dance baby dance
My bike shivers in this cold, and you're stoking up some old flames inside. It steams my cheeks' windows, but you can't squeeze the worry out through my numb hands. I can't even feel that. Get out the ice pick and take some good hacks. Don't be so anxious that teaching this old mutt some new tricks gets you a puppy all heartsick, no. Here's a quick history lesson: I'm not in love, I've never been. I'm not even sure that can happen to me. So we're a good match. I'll keep rubbing your back if you will scratch mine. Blood bubbles to my skin. It's gonna fill these new cracks in. Scarlet fingertracks remind me where your hands have been. And what makes the pain complete: torn flesh leaves searing heat. But bed-warming alone is not enough to defrost me. There goes my chance. There goes my chance. There goes my best chance. Every time this happens, I catch myself trying to resist unlocking my head case, but this time the key began to twist. Turn it back now. Pull your hands out. Sweetness and touch cannot erase disappointment. Let's get inside before it freezes to my face.
Time to share a story from this odd balcony
And we'll make it tasty with sweet melodies
And the sardonic wit and costumed rhetoric
And we'll giggle from beneath our blanket of shtick
We exaggerate and we pontificate
And leave out the details that incriminate
You can catch us peek out from behind the metaphors
Just long enough to see if anyone is catching on
Hide in the songs
Hide in the songs
Hide in the songs we must confess
Our lives are not really as hopeless,
Heartless, haunted as we'd like to think
yeah we're just privileged brats
And we barely understand
What it means to be oppressed
We just crave something real
To let out how we feel
So we can start making payments
On our sizable emotional debt
We hide in the songs
gonna wipe this crowbar clean
and pry off my face
I'll roll up my sleeves and dig around
until i find the stains
and shampoo my soiled brains
Old yellow gauze, a rusty scalpel
and some cheap whiskey
The tools for this home remedy
Students stuffed in classroom pockets
But something's out of place
Words are leaking out his sockets
Words he was supposed to memorize
Better get the compass, this one needs redirection
Soon they plugged me with ambition
Pulp from textbooks soaked in fiction
I feasted on competition
Congratulations, you're this years champion
Cue the announcer, please tell him what he's won
Letters validate the tests
Numbers to see who's the best
Now I understand that life's just a contest
Black mortarboard, a wooden ruler
And papers marked with A's
The tools that taught me to think straight
Now I don't call out the answers
I'm the host, I ask the questions
Raise your hand, who knows the answer?
Be the first to press your buzzer
Watch my eyes as you call out the answer
See them twinkle as i smile
Watch the scoreboard when you get the answer
Lights will flash and cymbals will crash
Confetti rains down from the sky
So tell him what he's won
A lifetime on the run
Pursuing number one
Red grading pens
Gray chain-link fence
Mental detentions
The tools that left these stains
Mark and Adam were best friends from the day they were born
Couldn't separate them
But then congress declared war
Thats when Adam left town for the city
Organizing war protests
And Mark enlisted in the army
To finally get some respect
Sometimes our beliefs get the glory
While our friends get the neglect
While Mark was wounded overseas
The cops beat Adam in the streets
At the victory parade
Mark's purple heart began to weep
Adam's face was red with a sign that said
"War kills our chance for peace"
And their friendship was just one more casualty
How many people walk these streets
Window-shopping for the perfect mate?
There's no need for matchmakers
We already seek only what's safe
Here, sir, for your daughter is a good son
A nice one duplicating religion and race
Class and age
Carbon Copies
Can we find a way to meet when I'm so Montague and you're so Capulet
I just want to talk, but my lips won't move
It's not right, it won't work, you won't like
That I'm too this or too that, not enough
I'm just too uptight
My heart has rarely ever taking any daring risks
Lets stop censoring happiness
Censoring Happiness
And all you with the blue shirts and the red ties
Are welcome to get your hands out of our pants
We'll love who we want to how we need to
While your laws wallow in irrelevance
What makes two people caring for each other so scandalous?
If something is ruining this world, it certainly isn't love
Buildings, subways, city sidewalks: formerly our public canvas. Now coated with glossy plastic faces bleached with one intent: manufacture illness. My body's retching from this plague of images. I need to vomit back these toxins, cleanse my mind before they can digest. But it wasn't always like this, debate once seethed across these blockades and our voices spoke through paint-stained hands, and it's coming back-the people's voice on the attack. Hands are drowsy. Tongue is stretching. Rise and shine. Thoughts slumber in hiding. Opinions wanting out. Release them now. Quickly skulking through the darkness, dripping verse over product slogans. Poets for a better world. This is our vaccine. I don't want consensus, I just ask you to release your ideas into the air to counteract this sick monotony. I hope you'll be joining me. Rise and shine. The idea marketplace only sells one fruit today. It's time for you to claim some space. Rise and shine. Turn it around. Rise and shine. Put your theories on parade your words will detonate against the corporate cityscape. What's that? I can't hear you. Wake up now. We're getting up. Get up now. What's that? I can't hear you. Get up now.
Fuck this, I'm going dancing
Yeah I'm gonna get my fix tonight
For just a few short hours, I'll leave my worthless worries behind
Until my feet are rags
My aching ankles snap
Yeah we started dancing in the malls
And on tables down at city hall
We just got disapproving eyes
Everyone's a dealer selling bad shit to each other: "a time and place for everything"
But I only take hits from the DJ and she's always spinning
When the disco ball tonight
Spins a sea of tiny lights
If we just wade and submerge we'll be baptized
And wash these cautions clean
Like hand-me-down kidneys
They say starving artist
They don't know the hungry part is
Not the empty stomach
But the dry and sober heart
So I'll fly fly fly with the art injections
Fight fight fight all the interventions
I'm not down with 12-steps unless you're showing me new moves
Sweating salty oceans, twitching and my pulse is racing
I've barely started with this groove
Fuck this, I'm going dancing
I've been strung out for all my life
But I can get a fix tonight
For a few short hours I'll feel alright
Everywhere I go, I'm home 'cause everywhere has streets
How 'bout a motivational speech
I don't think this is what they meant by
"most likely to succeed"
Yeah, that me
I'm not the one who builds a nest in the suburbs
It's not my style to swim the urban scene
I live quite comfortably
At a constant velocity
Con't stop this sneezing
I think my allergy is to these dusty stagnant feet
It's time to make my move now before redundancy owns me
Everyone rocks one of two kinds of inertia
One is electric and the other is stone
If you see my mom,
Please don't tell her I don't have a home
Just tell her I'm a lightning bolt
Location: Van down by the creek
Accommodations: a waterbed of gasoline
Reservations: I make them as I please
always a vacancy
There is a bridge where my hope stands naked and afraid
Gazing to the falls below
200 feet of gravity's all that separates
from where my faith broke long ago
And it's all I can do
To keep from shouting "jump"
And my dirties thoughts
Are to laugh as I shove him off
And the echoing smack
Will bounce off the gorge's walls
And i'll finally get some sleep
I'm just one tiny person, where do i begin?
We're fighting a battle I don't think we'll win
I'm tempted to say "Fuck it" and turn my voice in
but that offers no dignity
So I'll turn my back on that spectacular drop
Wrap my arms around Hope and drag his ass off
While he kicks and he screams I'll just quietly sob
"I still need you here with me"
'Cause my hope, my hope is the only thing left to cling to
Our hope, our hope is the only thing to get us through
My hope, my hope is the only thing left to cling to
This human virus is a nasty contagion
We spread out cancer as we multiply
Our sightless hubris will crush civilization
Soon we'll be harvesting our our own demise
Neon chemical gifts
The plant upstream offers it's affection
The river's swelling, dark with infection
It floods the town with tears of dejection
You're making me cry
Thats right 'cause we're the modern blight
So get ready to fight for your life
This planet's crying from this human tragedy
Our progress is regressing quickly
There's too much drama
We're always bickering over resources
Slicing these arteries
Stop bleeding me dry
Yeah right, your marrow gives life
It can and will be sold for any price
This planet's laughing at our human comedy
You have to admit, it's kind of funny
But the profit margin's just too tempting
It's a slapstick travesty
These symptoms aren't psychosomatic
And I'm no hypochondriac
The tides are rising to reject us
The storms have gone on the attack
And we can't turn back
This planet's crying from this human tragedy
You have to admit, it's getting scary
We have the knowledge to provide some therapy
But the profit margin's just too sexy
And yes, we're fucked
A midnight game of hide and seek
Within the cemetery gates
Face pressed against nocturnal fields
Where granite headstoned congregate
I'm not scare in this moonless night
Everyone here admits they're dead inside
Corpses below whisper their alibis
Explaining wasted lives
So where were you on this stormy night?
Is there a witness who can testify
That you didn't take your own life
And hide the body by the turn pike?
We are hollow, agents of need
We reep the comfort while the third world bleeds
This will not change until we start to breath
Until we start living
I bought a dozen roses
And I put on my nicest clothes
I'm trembling but I look good
I'm ready to seduce my soul
Here is a time, here is a chance
To give my life some romance
And to be greater than the living dead
Fill up the neighborhoods with art
Make theaters in our own backyards
laugh like you need it to survive
Sing just to prove that we're alive
We're alive
This is our time, this is our chance
To give our lives some romance
have more to say than just nodding our heads
This is my time, this is my chance
I'm breaking out of this trance
Climbing out of this hospital bead
Park path concrete, words in chalk challenge me
"This is yours, so take it back"
Forge artistry or live passionlessly?
This life is mine, I want it back
I am lonely in bed tonight. I am scared because I’m not blown out. Can’t you come over and make it all just as colourful as before. Oh, baby! How fucked up I am...
Featuring: Tennis
Coconut Grove is a very small cove
separated from the sea by a shifting shoal
we didn't realize that we had arrived at high tide, high tide
Barely made it out alive
Oohhoohuh
Oohhoohuh
When all the right officials (??) were working at night
not even once did we see a light
we didn't realize the forecast had been revised
by moonless skies and shifting winds that gusts and dies
on the sand I kissed even but tonight I've got to believe in
driving through the day and into the evening
Ohohoh
oohoohooh
Marathon how long you've been gone and still I go seperate upon you (X2)
The low lighting shores open welcoming word
to one who spent the night at sea
drift to the shallows and modest re-perfecting(??)
At dawn your bright colors shows
rushing (??) in the right ridge that is lovers clothes (??)
Ohohohuuoh
verse 1
im wak though,
im in my prime
i set my watch
yet still lose track of time
its seems to be, but can it be
some sort of fantasy
its seems to be a reverie
that you're here with me
chorus
i go blind
leave the world behind
whenever your on my mind
verse 2
i never seem
to find my place
at every turn
i only see your face
Take your hands up off the wheel
Feel the wreck and feel the roll
Mapped it out but you lost control
Brave enough to start to runnin'
Brave enough to play the part
But are you
Brave enough to finish where you start?
Turn to me, I am delighted
Fantasy, I have ignited
Burning on out on the marathon
Can't you see we are leaning
So far in we're missing the meaning?
Tripping on out on the marathon
Take your body down a long road
Find out what it was you sold
Give it up and you feel hollow
Brave enough to say you don't know
Brave enough to sleep alone
But are you
Brave enough to ever let it go?
Turn to me, I am delighted
Fantasy, I have ignited
Burning on out on the marathon
Can't you see we are leaning
So far in we're missing the meaning?
Tripping on out on the marathon
Can't walk away, one last mile
Wrap yourself warm with denial
We're pressing on out on the marathon
Getting off on catastrophes to run away from reality
Scores of people in writhing pain
This is the country that has to reign
See an end to all of our hopes
Put every fool on the end of a rope
A rising force and the power grows
Wake the sleeping giant that no one knows
Keep fighting for your life
You're in a marathon race now
I don't need to show you proof
Cause no one wants to hear the truth
You've always been on your own
Protecting the brothers and the blood
TOmorrow's another day
And he who fucks with you pays in spades
Morality's an all time low
A fucking laugh wherever you go
Everyone's looking at the past
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