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Getaway (from yourself)
03:01
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Woa-woa I am just praying for summer.
Take me out of the smog and all this freezing cold weather.
I dunno what I'm going to find in Guangzhou,
but I know that it’s better than staying at home.
I'm so sick of these walls and I'm reaching the brink.
I can't be bothered to clean the kitchen sink.
**Chorus**
But I dunno ...where I wanna go.
I got this song stuck in my head,
I gotta be on the other side of the fence,
and maybe then I'll find … some peace of mind,
cos it seems that standing still always makes me ill.
Woa-woa I'm so sick of the summer,
and the 9 to 5 has put me into a coma.
I dont care what I'm going to find in Dubai,
but I just need to launch myself into the sky,
In the hope that I land miles from here.
Maybe then I’ll forget about all of my fears.
**Chorus**
But I dunno ...where I wanna go.
I got this song stuck in my head,
I gotta be on the other side of the fence,
and maybe then I'll find … some peace of mind,
cos it seems that standing still always makes me ill.
So you’re thinking that the distance is gonna make a difference,
but the blue skies and paradise won’t take away the fact that
you’ll never get away from yourself! Get away from yourself!
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2. |
Disconnected
03:45
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From the rooftop looking down I see them glide across the town,
and when Monday comes around i see them do it over again.
Seems that we were meant for turning wheels, pressing buttons, and sitting still
Ancient creatures lived and died, so we could live our sedentary lives.
**Chorus**
But as long as the sun still sets behind the hills, I'm still an animal.
Did we forget the world where we came from? ....forever carries on.
From the curbside looking around, I see the soldiers and the clowns,
and the signals we receive keep on singing us to sleep.
Cos we were meant to click and pay, panic buy and throw away.
Forests felled and victims killed - just items on your shopping bill.
**Chorus**
But as long as the sun still sets behind the hills, I'm still an animal.
Did we forget the world where we came from? ....forever carries on.
Carries on forever.. ×4
Take a moment to stop and think how we're paving over everything.
Before you stare into your screen tonight, say a prayer for all who died, to make the world a faster place, so we could win the human race!
**Chorus**
And as long as the sun still sets behind the hills, I'm still an animal.
Did we forget the world where we came from? ....forever carries on.
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3. |
Paean
03:39
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Could I hear footsteps on the shore, ten thousand years ago or more?
and what’s beneath the road where the traffic flows?
And were there voices in the field before the arrow heads and shields
drove the all away, and what did they say?
**Chorus**
From a mountain high, a man looks up towards the sky
and asks how did he come to be in this world in this family,
and many years from now, will this anthem echo on,
or will it fade today? Does it matter anyway?
Now at the centre of it all, beneath the stars we are so small, but progress never waits, before the apple’s fate.
The altar crumbles and the chimneys rise, the plight of greed will never die, but hands were made to hold, for neighbours young and old.
**Chorus**
From a mountain high, a man looks up towards the sky
and asks how did he come to be in this world in this family,
and many years from now, will this anthem echo on,
or will it fade today? Does it matter anyway?
Take a look at us now. Look at all we’ve done.
In a dusty corner of the galaxy, this fragile web we’ve spun.
Some are bound to the Earth; others worship the air.
While the fire roars and the waters pour,
our hearts can grow more than we’ll ever know.
If its love that can keep us together does it matter how far we’ve come?
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4. |
What Are We Living For?
04:11
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All the stars are out tonight, from the lamps to the neon lights,
and the woods are out of sight (and out of mind),
…as we’re sitting in our caves, with our clocks and microwaves,
while the television flames burn through the night.
we hunt and forage for the bargains at the store,
yet we’re always wanting more…
**Chorus**
I heard someone asking ‘what are we living for?’
10 thousand years and what have we become?
Are we still creatures of our own desires?
In our nation tribes trading an eye for an eye.
And if everyone could say a prayer to the sun
or are we too “civilised” to accept how we begun.
Do you remember when we used to run… in the woods by the setting sun?
Well I wonder, why did we have to go and cut it down, and let the fires come?
Well you never knew what we have, until you let it go.
and do you wonder what these hands are for?
- Holding shopping bags and waving flags
or striking matches, and burning to ashes.
**Chorus**
I heard someone asking ‘what are we living for?’
10 thousand years and what have we become?
Are we still creatures of our own desires?
In our nation tribes trading an eye for an eye.
And if everyone could say a prayer to the sun
or are we too “civilised” to accept how we begun.
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Under the sky, under the trees,
feeling the whisper of a summer breeze.
It doesn’t matter where I’m living,
just give me a space where I can breathe it in.
…Where the river runs, and the grasses grow:
this is the world that we used to know,
where nothing is wasted, everything flows,
but when the “wise” men spoke of gold and treasure, we watched it fade to grey
On this bed of grass, where I lay,
watching the clouds as they pass away.
What if the sun will never rise again?
How does it feel to be alive, my friend?
Mother Nature, or Motherland
Tell me sister, where do you stand?
To build our empires, and watch them fall,
always dying to be so far above it all.
I was a witness to the lake, when she was born
I saw these mountain flowers wake for a thousand years
but then the hunters came, tore out my hair, and dug my bones away
and how I wish to be alive… under the sky again.
I remember the sky. I remember the trees.
I remember the whisper of a summer breeze.
I remember the world where we were living
I remember the time when I could breathe it in.
…Where the river runs, and the grasses grow:
this is the world that we used to know,
where nothing is wasted, everything flows,
but when the “wise” men spoke of gold and treasure, we watched it fade to grey
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6. |
Another
02:23
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Another shot another kill;
another hundred dollar bill
as the poacher wins his game tonight.
Another species joins the list;
another climate target missed.
Just seems so hard to survive.
I can feel a storm is coming
I can feel our freedoms running out
Cos when you're a slave to money
You just melt the world and burn the whole place down.
Chop it down, slash and burn;
another shipment overturned
across the oceans of our world tonight.
But I ain't living in the sea,
what has it gotta do with me?
We're only trying to get by.
Well Joe this might sound funny,
and I know that you got mouths to feed,
but this flag you like to wave
was built on murder, cowardice and greed.
Another storm, another flood,
chop the carcass, drain the blood,
pack it neatly onto the shelves tonight.
Burn the truth, feed me lies,
see their profit margins rise.
We're only trying to get by.
Another night another day,
how can we carry on this way,
just waiting for the floods to come?
Say no more oil, no more meat!
There’s no more time to disagree
when our world is going to expire!
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7. |
The Voiceless
04:43
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Go down to the well; bore in and dig it out.
(burn it up and feed your empire)
Stare out across this land; see your footsteps in the sand.
The wind will blow but they’ll never blow away.
**Chorus**
Can you hear the screaming of the voiceless?
Do you care? …that they never had a choice,
cos its pain supplied by your demands, and death by dollar bills,
but if the gun was in your hand, would you make the kill?
Gaze deep into their eyes; tell me, do you recognise who they are ?
(“Brother, please don’t hurt us!”)
Impounded in a rusty cage; never see the sun again.
…and if they could talk, do you wonder what they’d say…
**Chorus**
Well I can hear 100’000 voices
in despair, they’ve been screaming out for ages,
cos its pain supplied by your demands, and death by dollar bills.
Feel the gun - it’s in your hand. Will you make the kill?
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8. |
Existence
03:11
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How do you feel? How do you feel tonight?
How do you breathe with all of the lights out?
Sleep, my brother, won’t you heal me,
close my eyes and whisper softly.
oh/ I’m already dead (existence)
Under the sky, under a sky turned black,
everything dies, everything’s breaking.
Down below is waiting for me,
I can see my body falling,
oh/ I’m already dead (existence)
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9. |
Pandora
03:17
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Well never mind, it doesn’t mean a thing to me,
so I’ll turn away and just move on.
It’s just a piece of ice floating in the arctic sea.
I’ll feign to act like there’s nothing wrong
**Chorus**
But Pandora opened …and all the evils flew out of it.
…from that tiny hole drilled in 1859.
The oracle has spoken, Atlantis will fall beneath the oceans,
if we take no notice, and go on with our lives.
How can we sleep when our ecosystem hangs in the balance?
…between human greed and responsibility.
But I have a dream - It’s called “the future of life on earth as we know it.”
And I still believe that we can make it through.
Well never mind, it’s just a mass extinction;
that’ll leave more room for us to roam.
They say faith is blind, but what’s the use in scientists,
when greed and oil sit at the throne.
**Chorus**
But Pandora opened …and all the evils flew out of it.
…from that tiny hole drilled in 1859.
The oracle has spoken, Atlantis will fall beneath the oceans,
if we take no notice, and go on with our lives.
How can we sleep when our ecosystem hangs in the balance?
…between human greed and responsibility.
But I still have a dream - It’s called “the future of life on earth as we know it.”
Do you still believe that we can make it through?
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10. |
Feel the Water
02:58
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I never wanna be like you.
No sacred lottery or self-made millions, no!
in a castle counting shadows on the wall,
just waiting for your number to be called.
Just want another point of view.
stop believing what my culture tells me to;
How will I ever see the woods before the trees,
with hunger and desire blinding me?
This is my message to the world
better stop and feel the water
you’ll always feel alone if you live in no-one else’s mind but your own.
And this epitaph is written on our home,
its on every car or mobile screen we own,
and you’ll never feel alive if you’re working 9 til 5,
and when you get home all you wanna do is sleep.
I never wanna be like me!
forever stuck inside this skull-sized kingdom, NO!
More alive out in the woods sitting by the stream.
If only I could chase someone else’s dream.
I only wanted to be free!
but my brains hard-wired and my eyes are wired shut.
with this headache growing stronger by the day,
and everyone keeps getting in my way.
This is my message to the world
better stop and feel the water
you’re born into the grave if you live in no-one else’s mind but your own.
And this epitaph is written on our home,
its on every car or cell phone screen we own,
and you’ll never feel alive if you’re working 9 til 5,
and when you get home all you wanna do is sleep.
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11. |
Closeout
03:21
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"Buy one and get one free"
I’m on a killing spree
for my economy.
I gotta shop to stay alive.
Toxins and iron ore
- buy at your discount store;
got some, but I need more
to keep me numb and satisfied.
**Chorus**
This is a closeout sale. Buy up and throw it all away!
"Time is running out; better hurry now or you’ll miss out!"
We’re buying now, but paying later
when the last tree falls, and the bedrock crumbles underneath
for our screens, the ones that keeps us fighting
for the machine that keeps the oceans rising.
And when its gone, its gone for good
so hurry to the mall, and treat yourself!!
... to sweatshops and factories.
We pay to make them bleed,
so lets keep the industry
out of sight and out of mind.
Refund society.
This one’s too gross for me.
They say that we’re born free,
but we’re everywhere in chains
**Chorus**
This is a closeout sale. Buy up and throw it all away!
"Time is running out; better hurry now or you’ll miss out!"
We’re buying now, but paying later
when the last tree falls, and the bedrock crumbles underneath
for our screens, the ones that keeps us fighting
for the machine that keeps the oceans rising.
And when its gone, its gone for good
so hurry to the mall, and treat yourself!!
"Buy one and get one free"
I'm on a killing spree.
Buy now and throw it all away.
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