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1. |
Forbidden Help
03:56
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They told me you were bad
But how could you be that?
Even so, I approached with care
Feeling down for what they said
Famine! you took care of it
Boredom! Checked and gone
Pleasure! Whenever I wanted
But I had to think about it twice
Think about it twice
They put you down on my path
Like the brightest of promises
I can't stand you! Go fuck with someone else
I brought you down into my ways
Like a foolish getaway
Forbidden help! Go fuck with someone else
Now I've lost all my stuff
The things you help me to get
Senseless bitch,
No choice but to run away
Famine! you took care of it
Boredom! checked and gone
Pleasure! whenever I wanted
But I had to think about it twice
Think about it twice
They put you down on my path
Like the brightest of promises
I can't stand you! Go fuck with someone else
I brought you down into my ways
Like a foolish getaway
Forbidden help! Go fuck with someone else
With someone else!
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2. |
Mirror
04:00
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Is this the place you want me to be?
I forgot the words you used to talk
All the things you did makes no senses to me
I was blind by the way you walk
This ain't the first time
I have made a fool out of myself
And I was looking at the mirror
I was looking for a sign
And I was looking at the mirror
And I was looking for your sign
I wish I’d found the door the hard way
I just can't blame it on me
That night I couldn't make the right thing
This madness is getting out of date
This ain't the first time
I have made a fool out of myself
And I was looking at the mirror
I was looking for a sign
And I was looking at the mirror
And I was looking for your sign
And I was looking at the mirror
And I was looking for a sign
And I was looking at the mirror
And I was looking, I was looking, I was looking for your sign
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3. |
Out of Control
04:05
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I have this pressure in my chest that I can't take in control
I feel a hundred explosions I'm lost in my own
I can't breathe I can't repeat I can't run out of this shock
I can't remember the last thing I said
Is this real or is it a dream
Is this real or is this fantasy
I feel the urge pumping in my veins
Baby I can’t breathe
I’m reading people’s reactions with my blurry control
Stand in court but no one is judging I am here on my own
I can't breathe I can't repeat I can't run out of this shock
I can't remember the last thing I said
Is it real or is it a dream
Is this real or is this fantasy
I feel the urge pumping in my veins
Baby I can’t breathe
I am lost in my own
Cold to the bone
I'm out of, I’m out of x4
I'm out of control
Is it real or is it a dream
Is this real or is this fantasy
I feel the urge pumping in my veins
Baby I can’t breathe
I am lost in my own
Cold to the bone
I'm out of, I’m out of x4
I'm out of control
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4. |
Get Mad
02:18
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Queue Howard!
I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth. Banks are going bust. Shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it.
We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be.
We know things are bad – worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore.
We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is: ‘Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.’ Well, I’m not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad!
I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot – I don’t want you to write to your congressman, because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you’ve got to get mad. You’ve got to say:
‘I’m a human being, god-dammit! My life has value!’
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5. |
Far to Bleed
03:02
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Every day
Fight against
The voices
Asking me
To leave
All the things
That I ever care about.
Waiting at the devil's bridge
People passing by the streets
I see no faces I feel weak
But I didn't get this far to bleed
I never thought
Get down
The path is
Making me
To leave
All Things
That I’ve ever cared about
Waiting at the devil's bridge
People passing by the streets
I see no faces I feel weak
But I didn't get this far to bleed x2
But I didn't get this far to bleed
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6. |
If I
04:12
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I'm not that kind of realistic man
I'm not that kind of superstitious man
Every time that I walk you around
Every time I see those burning eyes
Fills my brain and my cells with desire
As you walk ahead of me
Like some kind of guide
Through the love land
Doing the devil's dance
If I had you x3
I wouldn’t be anywhere, anymore
I'm not that kind of realistic man
I'm not that kind of superstitious man
This dread keeps playing with my mind
Like a devil in a girl’s disguise
Where in hell is my soul when you lie?
As you walked ahead of me
Just as some kind of guide
Through the love land
Doing the devil's dance
If I had you x3
I wouldn’t be anywhere, anymore x2
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7. |
Against the Tide
02:13
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Walk and walk
Keep going straight
Talk and talk
With nothing in your brain
Relinquishing to the years and years
Forswear of ghosts and peers
Demonizing one side of the mess
Watch’em fade away
Ramble straight ahead
Watch’em fade away
With no promise at all
I’ll find myself against the tide
Walk and walk
Keep going straight
Talk and talk
With nothing in your brain
Relinquishing to the years and years
Forswear of ghosts and peers
Demonizing one side of the mess
Watch’em fade away
Ramble straight ahead
Watch’em fade away
With no promise at all
I’ll find myself against the tide
Diplomacy and faith have their plates
Known to use and silenced anyway
Take a sip, blame the ball
Pick yourself and carry on x2
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