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Smile! Soothing music or some background noise Nighttime whispers from a fevered voice A little nick-nick-nack from one who cares Gives the hit-or-miss no-minds and air Crowded spaces that leave no time For nagging voids and taking sides The modern druids are tipping urns But these gunshot moods leave powder burns Why use muscles when less means more People who frown are just a bore The sun's my father and I'm its child The whole world's richer when you . . . smile! Light beams shining from nearby star Wear on me like melting tar Smug faced smiley's got sleeveworn charm Possessed do neither good nor harm There's no reason for muscled chores People who frown are just a bore The sun's my father and I'm his child The whole world's richer when you . . . smile! Do no thinking and you'll have no fear Shallow laughter's like shallow tears The images from a dreamer's dream Are stuck on faces and showing seams A Tight and Blue Cut Crossed the border To northern law and disorder All is second hand Up in that snowyland Yongue street whores Bait Toronto doors And the tourists come and see the sights Dressed like this I made a line for that But when I figured for fun It was the wrong type map The architect Had to be direct The tower's eye stares from the top If they're not saintly thugs They're secretaries, proper and smug The tools get tools for each They're the hands, they know the money's in reach My night was made With some drinks and shade Out in the vacant place Far from the human race The place took time For even cops to find They made stories up on the way Then in came trouble That we couldn't avoid In crashed an army in blue Just like the days of Boyd With fear I knelt As they yanked their belts And pulled the deadly pens and pads No use placing when they wear the smirk Invent offences 'cause they need the work Don't wait for me to react I'll deliver all my lines flat I could laugh it up While they get me cuffed Got a joke to tell pssst . . . got any justice to sell They make a tight and blue cut, A tight and blue cut I keep quiet The others take cue First you make them laugh And then you shine their shoes The joke's the pitch And you're coming unstitched Never will the ending change Crossed the border From northern law and disorder Down in the 48 Things are just as straight The paper cut Deep inside my gut Leaves a scar of blue |
Silent Burn Visions of the future is becoming an eyesore It's a place for me I don't wanna buy Living on all fours ain't what I live my life for And the threat of unknowns don't make me shy In the end what matters is that you gotta go clean What good's a glow you can't get to fire Many years of thinking and the circle gets tight Mistakes bring me right back to the line I've stared at it unblinking and my mind open wide Going through details of design Wait for the night take a car out on the road Drive myself as fast as I can Take a room facing west in silence unload Involve nobody else in my pain Pull hook start the purge Pull hook bullets turn Pull hook the hammer surges Last sight's a silent burn Click, flash, silent burn I rent the anonymity stuff words in the loose door The newspaper's from out of town In the back of my head I hear the crash of the snuff lore The focus drives it into the ground All the indecision's been sweated from my pores Calmness is the darkness around Swiping at the bag I brought with a cat's paw I tear it open and begin to sear Intentions for the tool I grab will make me an outlaw To others it would never be clear Piece of metal, piece of flesh there's no more rush Just the same it's taking too long Knowing that on this side I've still got one choice Toying with it's making me strong Pull hook . . . Vision of the future is becoming an eyesore It's a place for me I don't wanna buy Living on all fours ain't what I live my life for And the threat of unknowns don't make me shy Pull hook . . . Many years of thinking and the circle gets tight Mistakes bring me right back to the line I've stared at it unblinking and my mind open wide Going through details fo design Close the door note the room number for next time Now I live again, I'll just standby Patternless A behavior maze to fix my crawl The twisted double strand holds all The informations walks as a man Beyond the grasp of his own hand Its geometrics multiply The yokes lock on, collapse, divide Do what my body says all right Another clocked time span falls by the wayside I want a big patternless, patternless life What's The Beat What's the beat of politics? I don't know mine are derelict Could it be that my feet just dance By themselves without political stance What's life without a fight Ain't it lonely when you're right Passing it off as song Ain't making it right or wrong Take a good look at your underdogs Scrape off the pose till you find the cause Is charity all it seems to be Is advice just another gratuity Show me you don't need a hand to bite Or other extremes to make yours right If the new breed's just different rot Step right ahead and lead the lot The Infiltrator This tempered mind Took a lot of time To create this fragile skin But with the sounds The gather-rounds Come and call themselves fit-ins They form a pack, Scrawl a pact, And play spite on middle ground On top stands the infiltrator All eyes on him are bound The mark on you back The stamp on your back's A mark put just to fit the crime His blaring rags Worn as flags Collapse without a thought My eleven steps run He'll walk his one To make a dozen to be bought Full of words Of the gods he's served Yet begged to misconvey Corrects himself When he has dealt A card that can't be played So watch it then You hybrid men When it's illusions that you need The infiltrator falls a thousand times But it's your blood he bleeds The mark on your back A markin' your tracks A mark put just to fit the crime |
Hand Signs Every night I fear that I'll start dreaming in mime Tongue cut and my jaws wired shut Beating out a lingo like the mobs do outside Keeping understandably blunt Hand signs Would writing do if I were blind Hand signs Gesture of a muted mind Steam is rising fast from a collision of wheels Everyday affairs are a mess Thought bubbles are blank but fists are popping the seals Salutes are heavy, shallow at best Hand signs Would writing do if I were blind Hand signs Gesture of a muted mind Simple sense is written out on paper to cheers Victory is served from the taps The boilerplate is hot to touch but cold to the ears Plain water that's been taken for sap Rather See None Does this building mirror fact Has tension gone slack Why keep cornerstones of uselessness intact Rather see none Gone, anthems that we sung Gone, effigies we hung Now the atmosphere's like concrete in my lungs Rather see none Call it a thing gone past It ain't fit to last O'B's time has come, change comes fast Rather see none A rally point for Reds Makes this point instead A free song does not benefit the dead Rather see none Stop . . . BEGIN! Coarse in Vein Blood was tested when I was arrested For punching at the air Everybody else had round bloodcells All of mine were square They told me I walk a tightrope Told them that I got no choice Try to see I got eyes and ears Both control my voice Coarse in vein that's my name . . . 'cause! Not to plea nor sit and bleed Don't move and it gets worse Stop telling lies to your own eyes And you'll start to feel the curse My will power and my memory Are longer than my fuse My middle name is mayhem And I can't be put to use Course in vein that's my name Crease or dent, crack the cement A splintered beam of wood Little things serve to remind me I'm wrought out of no good If my eyes are distant And my soul remains unclaimed Don't try to guide me on a path This life's a course in vain Mob Clash See the arrows clash Face to face on the green Everbody's got a cause Few know what it means From the helicopters It's hard to tell them apart Beat a man you're someone With a mob to back you up Mob clash, spark flash, everybody's got it wrong Is that your thinking On a one line sign It's a color television But to me it looks black and white Something That . . . Something that you wouldn't try Kiss it off or pass it right by, something that . . . I'm cast an eagle in stone I'm bound up and I'm all alone, something that . . . I, You bond to |