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not one swift second can the engine take
we aren't supposed to let you even know
the meaning of each many-sided flake
not one swift second can the engine take

each act is chosen for tradition's sake
a moment and we know we have to go
not one swift second can the engine take
we aren't supposed to let you even know

choose to go swiftly or else to go slow
the rule once taken each one will endure
the matter changes with each ebb and flow
choose to go swiftly or else to go slow

above us in the sky the carrion crow
waits for a moment and a silence sure
choose to go swiftly or else to go slow
the rule once taken each one will endure

this malady has certainly no cure
for none of us us the sober and the rake
the arrogant and the merely demure
this malady has certainly no cure

the method we arrive at's never pure
each choice becomes the final one to make
this malady has certainly no cure
for none of us the sober and the rake

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no word escapes to tell just what began
when mountains fell and order was restored
truth is no longer under any ban
no word escapes to tell just what began

each actor in this play woman or man
knows that the story depends on a sword
no word escapes to tell just what began
when mountains fell and freedom was restored

we asked a single man to be our lord
yet he refused and swore by the great tree
that he all power and lordship abhorred
we asked a single man to be our lord

what was required has now gone by the board
we reach the points that we once could not see
we asked a single man to be our lord
yet he refused and swore by the great tree

the price we paid requires that we be free
to see the newer higher mountains rise
the world that we desire will one day be
the price we paid requires that we be free

to no lord shall we henceforth bend the knee
a fact that came as an immense surprise
the price we paid requires that we be free
to see the newer higher mountains rise

another light now enters through our eyes
another river where a dead one ran
truth puts an end to all the easy lies
another light now enters through our eyes

we leave behind the sorrow and the sighs
our vision's focused on the coming span
another light now enters through our eyes
another river where a dead one ran
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let all the echoes die we'll still be heard
by those who most the naked truth should learn
to claim the lie will win is just absurd
let all the echoes die we'll still be heard

we are the ones who have the honest word
and in our minds the brightest fire must burn
let all the echoes die we'll still be heard
by those who most the naked truth should learn

those who deny the plain truth we must spurn
their faces must in memory soon fade
we take the straight path we will never turn
those who deny the plain truth we must spurn

what we achieve with hard effort we earn
the fire that rises cannot be allayed
those who deny the plain truth we must spurn
the faces must in memory soon fade

our minds and hearts require no magic aid
no magic powers and no magic bird
to teach us their as yet unseemly trade
our minds and hearts require no magic aid

enough that we may still lead the parade
each shining hero here was once a nerd
our minds and hearts require no magic aid
no magic powers and no magic bird
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a sense of moment is not one of pride
feeling the power can say nothing at all
rats hear and then scurry and run to hide
a sense of moment is not one of pride

we never see the truth from the inside
nor do we answer if we hear a call
a sense of moment is not one of pride
feeling the power can say nothing at all

under the law we have no right to fall
within the bounds of any stable light
the only obligation is to stall
under the law we have no right to fall

our options come at last to just one small
acceptance of our necessary plight
under the law we have no right to fall
within the bounds of any stable light

redemption may not happen there is slight
chance that an ally may stand at our side
the choice is never simple day or night
redemption may not happen there is slight

ability to juggle honest right
reality is always pictured pied
redemption may not happen there is slight
chance that an ally may stand at our side
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each entry in the list provides new tools
a fact though hidden and supressed remains
the year will be much older when it cools
each entry in the list provides new tools

this is the sort of thing they keep from schools
no need to trouble any infant brains
each entry in the list provides new tools
a fact though hidden and suppressed remains

we think that we have broken all our chains
but don't see those that end in every heart
rivers debouch on the low-lying plains
we think that we have broken all our chains

the body that was once youthful now strains
we keep on going only through our art
we think that we have broken all our chains
but don't see those that end in every heart

the end has been determined by the start
we did not know this when we made the rules
each hits the target with an angry dart
the end has been determined by the start

we come here but to play a minor part
if we don't understand this then we're fools
the end has been determined by the start
we did not know this when we made the rules
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flat declaration here we end the known
what's to be found beyond we cannot know
all that is desert right here ends the sown
flat declaration here we end the known

each exile like a postal sack is thrown
and told that now they must get up and go
flat declaration here we end the known
what's to be found beyond we cannot know

the world is round and time moves very slow
perhaps they'll make it back another way
for now they get a final ringing blow
the world is round and time moves very slow

in only one direction do things flow
what we do here nobody would call play
the world is round and time moves very slow
perhaps they'll make it back another way

we see the same conditions every day
our sense of humour has been torn and blown
we are not cheered by any solar ray
we see the same conditions every day

so in conclusion then you must away
and trust your life to things that are unknown
we see the same conditions every day
our sense of humour has been torn and blown

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we're sure of nothing but a silly dream
earth may abide or again it may not
hidden right now from the inviting gleam
we're sure of nothing but a silly dream

truth does not hide in what may only seem
to be a shadow or else just a blot
we're sure of nothing but a silly dream
earth may abide or again it may not

the ones who claim to know have lost the plot
telling us lies that any fool can test
a sober one's no better than a sot
the ones who claim to know have lost the plot

there's never been a way to stop the rot
except by doing more than just the best
the ones who claim to know have lost the plot
telling us lies that any fool can test

each of us claims to face the world with zest
but halts when faced with the swift-rising stream
and runs back to the long-abandoned nest
each of us claims to face the world with zest

we know we have to work and cannot rest
yet need to do much more than build up steam
each of us claims to face the world with zest
but halts when faced with the swift-rising stream

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explain the process and we will deny
that it means what it obviously means
reason from our presence will swiftly fly
explain the process and we will deny

the ones who laugh beneath the rainy sky
will weep as they are pulling off their jeans
explain the process and we will deny
that it means what it obviously means

the smooth-barked tree on which a hunter leans
has no significance beyond that task
the victim all unknowing smiles and preens
the smooth barked tree on which a hunter leans

we aren't the ones who shudder at such scenes
nor do we hide a smile behind the mask
the smooth-barked tree on which a hunter leans
has no significance beyond that task

we pause a moment and empty the flask
we know that we'll be thirsty by and by
but there's still plenty in the oaken cask
we pause a moment and empty the flask

under the sun we have no time to bask
we are the ones who must confront the lie
we pause a moment and empty the flask
we know that we'll be thirsty by and by

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a taste of moral certainty or sense
would serve to make us think our world not fair
such knowledge reaches even the most dense
a taste of moral certainty or sense

we understand all this without pretense
justice and honour do not breathe this air
a taste of moral certainty or sense
would serve to make us think our world not fair

our bosses tell us that they really care
but then pass by without a second glance
the ones bent double by their pain and fair
our bosses tell us that they really care

we're told that only foolish folk would dare
to undermine the powers of elegance
our bosses tell us that they really care
but then pass by without a second glance

all life we're told did not reach here by chance
the status quo has force that is immense
if we don't bow then we cannot advance
all life we're told did not reach here by chance

we've got to follow in the same old dance
although the order has no true defence
all life we're told did not reach here by chance
the status quo has force that is immense

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music that raises hope in every heart
has bitter springs that turn at once to joy
birds on the edge of vision swoop and dart
music that raises hope in every heart

all we possess comes down to thought and art
the world's a lot more trouble than a toy
music that raises hope in every heart
has bitter springs that turn at once to joy

in even measure forces we deploy
to turn these scribbles into brightest sound
these tones our hearing never seem to cloy
in even measure forces we deploy


it's not enough to listen and enjoy
visions must come our feelings to astound
in even measure forces we deploy
to turn these scribbles into brightest sound

the world is more than we can see around
each note in sequence makes us smile and smart
into each seat by magic we are bound
the world is more than we can see around

and in the end we keep what we have found
each of us learns a proper role and part
the world is more than we can see around
each note in sequence makes us smile and smart

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a mystery evolves beneath the leaves
creatures of many hidden worlds combine
staring out blankly like so many beeves
a mystery evolves beneath the leaves

one who explores knows nothing but believes
can somehow see that there's not been a sign
a mystery evolves beneath the leaves
creatures of many hidden worlds combine

somewhere within the woods of birch and pine
are secrets that old nature has kept well
not one of us could those matters divine
somewhere within the woods of birch and pine

we'll come to other roads in a straight line
but never worry who's out there to tell
somewhere within the woods of birch and pine
are secrets that old nature has kept well

there's power and energy within each shell
so much that far below earth shifts and heaves
these are not factors that we buy or sell
there's power and energy within each shell

we know that we'll soon harken to the knell
not caring who the final spurt achieves
there's power and energy within each shell
so much that far below earth shifts and heaves

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who looks upon the mountains is amazed
not at their height but at the growing trees
that in the pride no angry fires have razed
who looks upon the mountains is amazed

we wouldn't let you see that we'd been fazed
by such intersections of the skies and seas
who looks upon the mountains is amazed
not at their height but at the growing trees

from hurricane to gentle morning breeze
the winds may ruffle that astounding green
it's but a moments work for us to seize
from hurricane to gentle morning breeze

who climbs such heights will in summer freeze
and pause to wonder why such things had been
from hurricane to gentle morning breeze
the winds may ruffle that astounding green

there's not much we could say about that scene
our eyes on other such have rarely gazed
not one of us would choose a haughty mien
there's not much we could say about that scene

you paint your memories on that large screen
all other recollection's soon erased
there's not much we could say about that scene
our eyes on other such have rarely gazed

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the skies when full of joy will weep
deception does not always hide
the truths that we may want to keep
the skies when full of joy will weep

against the reigns of peace and sleep
we always take the losing side
the skies when full of joy will weep
deception does not always hide

we aren't along for just the ride
a journey means more than a trip
we can't afford to let things slide
we aren't along for just the ride

the power of light keeps us inside
beyond the gate we'll likely slip
we aren't along for just the ride
a journey means more than a trip

from the large mug i take a sip
i've let the leaves now fully steep
the sun from its zenith must dip
from the large mug i take a sip

only the dumb shoot from the hip
the wise will stand and never creep
from the large mug i take a sip
i've let the leaves now fully steep

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hours of calm are just what we most need
the rules we follow set a steady pace
all of the fields have slowly gone to seed
hours of calm are just what we most need

the word reiterated will become the deed
silence becomes as sort of resting place
hours of calm are just what we most need
the rules we follow set a steady pace

one may soon come with honest open face
a sort of charity sets forth golden laws
the fastest does not surely win the race
one may soon come with honest open face

there are some rules that govern every space
a lurking hunter moves on sudden paws
one may soon come with honest open face
a sort of charity sets forth golden laws

we are not ones to clutch at flying straws
each of us truly knows that we can bleed
monsters are hiding here with hungry maws
we are not ones to clutch at flying straws

we know that every action has its cause
justice is all too often a weak reed
we are not ones to clutch at flying straws
each of us truly knows that we can bleed

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like echoes from no distant past
thunder resounds across the hill
each peal is louder than the last
like echoes from no distant past

into the storm we have been cast
it's not a matter of desire or will
like echoes from no distant past
thunder resounds across the hill

we choose to eat and drink our fill
in this kind place there's never lack
the world at large is peaceful still
we choose to eat and drink out fill

we always worry about the bill
and yet feel safe from all attack
we choose to eat and drink our fill
in this kind place there's never lack

the world is never white and black
the time of hope is never past
we throw our fears into the sack
the world is never white and black

we know the future's storm and wrack
the howling winds will bend the mast
the world is never white and black
the time of hope is never past

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to share a hope is not to share a road
all our desires end up in the same place
we will not reap just what we sowed
to share a hope is not to share a road

we cannot share the motive nor the load
nor can two persons be in the same space
to share a hope is not to share a road
all our desires end up in the same place

the choice we have is venture or disgrace
we aren't the ones to whom money is owed
it's hard to keep to one another's pace
the choice we have is venture or disgrace

the path back home we cannot simply trace
we can't recall the manner nor the mode
the choice we have is venture or disgrace
we aren't the ones to whom money is owed

we cannot know just where the river flowed
the monster always shows a smiling face
desire of happiness remains the finest goad
we cannot know just where the river flowed

there's evidence that it has rained and snowed
but summer wipes the remnants of such grace
we cannot know just where the river flowed
the monster always shows a smiling face

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sole measure of the truth is art
a thought appears and doesn't pause
through forests tiny creatures dart
sole measure of the truth is art

within the chambers of each heart
are beings governed by old laws
sole measure of the truth is art
a thought appears and doesn't pause

beyond the limits of our oldest saws
are monsters that can tear us all in two
we are not driven by the primal cause
beyond the limits of our oldest saws

a being that will clutch us in its claws
and then will cast us off into the dew
beyond the limits of our oldest saws
are monsters that can tear us all in two

the things that we have yet to say and do
are all of them for sale in any mart
our hopes and happiness will not renew
the things that we have yet to say and do

an answer comes that we can tell is true
and does not tell us that we play a part
the things that we have yet to say and do
are all of them for sale in any mart

all is flux

Jul. 6th, 2007 11:37 am
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hope hangs so heavy in the summer sky
the greying clouds serve to make us less sad
to say we detest rain would be a lie
hope hangs so heavy in the summer sky

time on these days cannot be said to fly
life comes to us in weeping garments clad
hope hangs so heavy in the summer sky
the greying clouds serve to make us less sad

we aren't the ones who gain by being bad
the air hangs heavy and the day's so long
we want to have the things our fathers had
we aren't the ones who gain by being bad

it's summer and our senses will go mad
against the heat we know we must be strong
we aren't trhe ones who gain by being bad
the air hangs heavy and the day's so long

at midday hours we wonder if we're wrong
to pause and let the time keep rolling by
the world we know just keeps moving along
at midday hours we wonder if we're wrong

our hearts are straining to break into song
and none but us will know the reasons why
at midday hours we wonder if we're wrong
to pause and let the time keep rolling by

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name your worst fear and it will not depart
it's never been enough to know what's there
the job we do cannot become an art
name your worst fear and it will not depart

you think that secrets are safe in your heart
nothing that's hidden can just disappear
name your worst fear and it will not depart
it's never been enough to know what's there

your job in life is more than just to care
about the needs that each of us must face
the things we most delight in turn to air
your job in life is more than just to care

we haven't learnt that there's no time to spare
if we are to give each their honest place
your job in life is more than just to care
the things we most delight in turn to air

there's not one thing left that you ought to dare
the ending's been implicit from the start we
leave the honest ones to pause and stare
there's not one thing left that you ought to dare

we've set the building stones decently square
and having done that we have played our part
there's not one thing left that you ought to dare
the ending's been implicit from the start

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laws have to go as petulant kings command
that is the way and we must all comply
we bow before the scented royal hand
laws have to go as petulant kings command

the spokesman's answer is studied and bland
his smiling mouth gives forth the obvious lie
laws have to go as petulant kings command
that is the way and we must all comply

the sun itself seems dimmer in the sky
our king is saddened see his weary brow
bottle his tears if he should chance to cry
the sun itself seems dimmer in the sky

far from us sense and justice have to fly
honesty's vanished and we can't tell how
the sun itself seems dimmer in the sky
our king is saddened see his weary brow

old principles they are not needed now
raw noble power must govern all the land
all good traditions we must disavow
old principles they are not needed now

we're governed by the mad boar and sow
they tell us that we just won't understand
old principles they are not needed now
raw noble power must govern all the land

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