Generator
Too Much To Ask
No Direction
Tomorrow
Two Babies In The Dark
Heaven Is Falling
Atomic Garden
The Answer
Fertile Crescent
Chimaera
Only Entertainment
like a rock, like a planet,
like a fucking atom bomb,
I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness
that I encounter everywhere I turn,
I've seen it all before,
in books and magazines,
like a twitch before dying,
like a pornographic sea,
there's a flower behind the window,
there's an ugly laughing man,
like a hummingbird in silence,
like the blood on my door,
it's the generator
oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door,
wash me clean and I will run until I reach the shore,
I've known it all along like the bone under my skin,
like actors in a photograph,
like paper in the wind,
there's a hammer by the window,
there's a knife on the floor,
like turbines in darkness,
like the blood on my door,
it's the generator.
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a refreshing plunge,
a drink of palatable water,
a deep inspiration on a warm summer day,
a safe stroll in a middle of the road community,
a neighbour who in times of need will not turn away,
I ain't no politician, I am a citizen,
and I wonder if I'm living too far out of bounds
community protection, rehabilitation,
police that serve without legitimate right to maim,
global awareness, ecological guilt,
cultural and environmental awakening,
I ain't no optimist, I try to be a realist,
and I think that we're living too far out of bounds,
is it too much to ask?
could it be the earth is shrinking?
I can see the walls closing in,
no one can take much for granted anymore
remote control, three cars for every family,
corruption at the expense of the simple majority,
a violent clash, a plunder of the third world,
any wretched ploy that bolsters our economy,
I ain't no blind supporter, I'm a conscious citizen,
and I know that we're living too far out of bounds,
is it too much to ask?
could we keep the earth from sinking?
I'm not taking nothing for granted anymore.
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a sullen figure walks along a dusty road,
his life was holy and he couldn't bear the load,
he left his people and simple life behind,
he raised his torso and looked into the sky,
shouting his questions, looking for directions,
"what do I do now?"
now a confused schoolgirl stares at the T.V. tray,
the stresses of maturing compound every day,
she glances up to see her favorite video,
and gets ideas from Madonna's nasty clothes,
in need of affection, she craves a direction,
her heroes offer her,
everyone's looking for something,
and they assume somebody else knows what it is,
no one can live without the decisions of their own,
it seems so they look to someone else,
to tell them what to do,
tell'em what to wear,
tell'em what to say,
tell'em how to act and think
and compel others compulsively
until the world is all like them
a righteous student came and asked me to reflect,
he judged my lifestyle was politically incorrect,
I don't believe in self important folks who preach,
no Bad Religion song can make your life complete,
prepare for rejection,
you'll get no direction from me,
you'll get no direction from me.
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every day we profit so,
leaning towards the great unknown,
asking how it pertains to tomorrow
aim for places we've not been,
trample paths that go between,
yesterdays foundations and tomorrow
it's the way they say it's got to be,
we spear ahead and forge our destiny,
who do the represent?
who do you believe?
make a sound decision for others to heed
try to set a faster pace,
try to build a master race,
one that will make a contribution to tomorrow
it's the way they say it's got to be,
we put aside our fears and make history,
the clothes are in the dryer and the writing is on the wall
we're doing everything we can stop this fall
everyday we profit so,
leaning towards the great unknown.
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there's a light on in the hallway,
so I can't understand,
why you hide underneath the cover,
there's a baby in your womb,
so don't be scared tonight,
because Raggedy Ann is in the closet picking posies,
two babies in the dark,
like diamonds in the sand,
while papa's far away making up children's stories
the little one's inside,
so afraid to be alone,
she's trying to be brave until the daddy comes home
so if you chance to see her,
please tell her it's alright,
cause everyone fights the tendency to snap,
sometimes it's not a matter of being brave and strong,
cause noises in the house are terrifying,
I'll put you to sleep at night,
like a foreign movie,
I'll sing lullabies,
and I'll teach you about everything,
and I'll only ask one thing,
please save me.
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as I walk beneath the valley,
I shall fear no evil,
for thanks to King George and his rainbow cabinet,
today murder is legal
God I know that it's wrong,
to kill my brother for what he hasn't done,
and as the planes blacken the sky,
it sounds like heaven is falling,
it sounds like heaven is falling,
you promised me a new day a dawning
I've seen a thousand points of light,
like so many points of hatred, shame and horror
God I want to be a man,
but I don't want to die with a rifle in my hand,
and as the planes blacken . . .
well nothing here looks new to me,
but a score of mothers sons,
caught 'tween the devil and the deep blue sea.
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everybody wants do dance in a playpen,
but nobody wants to play in my garden.
I see the hippies on an angry line,
guess they don't get my meaning,
I'm enchanted by the birds in my blossoms,
I'm enamored by young lovers on the weekend,
I like the Forth of July,
when bombs start flashing,
and I wish I had a shiny red top,
a bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up,
or maybe something bigger that could really go pop!
so I could make the gardening stop
come out to play, come out to play,
and we'll pretend it's Christmas Day
in my atomic garden
all my scientists are working on a deadline,
so my psychologist is working day and nighttime,
they say they know what's best for me,
but they don't know what they're doing,
and I'm glad I'm not Gorbachev,
'cause I'd wiggle all night,
like jelly in a pot,
at least he's got a garden with a fertile plot,
and a party that will never stop,
I hope there's nothing wrong out there,
I'm watching from my room inside my room.
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long ago in a dusty village,
full of hunger, pain and strife,
a man came forth with a vision of truth,
and the way to a better life,
he was convinced he had the answer,
and he compelled people to follow along,
but the hunger never vanished,
and the man was banished,
and the village dried up and died,
at a time when wise men peered,
through brass tubes toward the sky,
the heavens changed in predictable ways,
and one man was able to find,
that he had thought he found the answer,
and he was quick to write his revelation,
but as they were scrutinized
in his colleagues eyes,
he soon became a mockery,
don't tell me about the answer,
cause then another one will come along soon,
I don't believe you have the answer,
I've got ideas too,
but if you've got enough naivite,
and you've got conviction,
then the answer is perfect for you
an urban sprawl sits choking on its discharge,
overwhelmed by industry,
inclined toward charity,
everyone's begging for an answer,
without regard validity,
the searching never ends,
it goes on and on and on for eternity.
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come and see the brilliant light,
don't let your emotions mask your sight,
it's the manifestation of a deeper fight,
that affects me and you,
my optimism was running high,
a new world order was on my mind,
but I couldn't believe it when I heard them say,
they're blowing it away,
and the fertile crescent is burning today,
and baby my emotions are too,
the cradle of humanity has led us all astray,
and we're all in this together don't you know,
cause our species has nowhere else to go
aggression rears it's ugly head,
retaliation brings further dread,
the two are linked by unseen threads,
that wind back through time,
I don't agree with this outdated trend,
nationalism is an evil friend,
but hatred is instilled by invisible lines,
drawn in our minds,
and the fertile crescent is haunting us today,
and bay our instincts are too,
the ghost of humanity is warning us this way
and I think that we all should heed it don't you know,
cause we've got nowhere else to go.
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you took a time bomb,
and a case of crackers,
and you made a maelstrom of organic debris,
then you took a work bench,
and a rusty anvil,
and you polished them for everyone to see,
you have created an unhealthy monster,
but you're nowhere but nowhere to be found,
so I guess I'll just cope with my provisions,
from now until the day they lay me down
you took a baboon,
and made him perfect,
you took a lion,
and stripped him of his pride,
then you took a million more varieties,
a scalpel and a sartory,
and you stitched up a horrible surprise,
you have created an unsocial monster,
and you're searched for all over the globe,
and most believe that things would sure be better,
if you'd come down here and tell us what you know
who is to blame for this?
someone tell me please,
his handiwork is flawed,
and it's there for all to see,
mutations, aberrations and blatant anomalies,
they multiply and give rise to this . . . monstrosity,
you took the most abundant smallest bits of matter,
and you instilled them with affinity,
and then you stratified accumulations,
weeded out bad variations,
and blended up your unique recipe,
you have created a powerful monster,
with direction and purpose all its own,
and if you were here,
would things be any different?
or are you just a mosaic of thoughts alone?
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transfixated on the big blue screen,
it's your window to the outside,
a melancholy dream,
a medium upon which you build reality,
this episodic currency,
that everybody needs
somebody's delivery lulls you to sleep,
the man behind the weather map,
the editor in chief,
they control two worlds,
power and disease,
and you cannot suppress your curiosity
but see it's only entertainment,
superficial urgency,
posterboard mentality,
only entertainment,
tightly constrained,
the buzz that remains,
is the story of how we run our lives
many are the people poor and suffering,
from the lack of coverage,
from the transmission beam,
and if it ever gets here,
you'll be offended too,
cause you cannot distinguish,
chicanery from truth,
see it's only entertainment,
a superficial episode,
as life continues to unfold,
only entertainment,
controlled an copied,
they've planted the seed,
that sprouts into your picture of the world,
can't someone protect me (turn away, turn away),
from this electron beam,
hey you, Mr.FCC,
have you no advice for me?
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