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Conscious Pilot
Sitting in the airport terminal
Waiting; the return flight into that hell hole
In a dead end job, on a one-way street
Barely scraping by, barely making ends meat
Going nowhere
But just then a man he came to me and said,
"Son I can take you to a place where only in your dreams you've been; it's a once
in a lifetime opportunity."
"But there's just one condition and this is that:
If you are to leave, you can never return back.
What do you say, my boy?"
I took the ticket.
Escape Velocity
One hundred thousand times the speed of light
We're rocketing out of sight.....
First we walk, then we glide
Then we fall into the ocean out of the sky
First we're born, then we die
Work just a little bit harder your second try
Into the Ether
Once I had an idea, of grandiose design
A thought to change the world, make everybody allright
I reached for some paper, there wasn't any there
And it sliped into the ether, into the air.
Free that Fuselage
As dusk settles over the land, and the gallies
Lantern lights from treehouses dot the canopy
I never really understood the problems
Of the rational world
Thats why we flew away
Thats why we escaped
And set sail for better shores,
We didn't ask anything more
Than a few days shelter from the war
Than a few days shelter from the war
The sun, it never went down here
Even when the night came
We laughed and moved and played all day
I never really understood the thinking
Of the rational world
Thats why we flew away,
Thats why we escaped
And set sail for better shores,
We didn't ask anything more
Than a few days shelter from the war
Than a few days shelter from the war
In Flight
Instrumental
Leer
Welcome to the island of misfit children and castaways
Neon lights hang above the streets and they'll make you go to raves
Armed machine gun militants are indiginous to the shores
They're holding all the keys and they're locking the borders
Now you see why the lord of the flies must die
He ruled as a tyrant for centuries while the people cried.
A March in August
Instrumental
Paradise Crossed
Our lives are on the brink
Of falling to catacombs
Our eyes will always blink
At epitaphs on tombstones
(A vacation for me is a just a long headache
Take two of these, and call me when you're back late)
Like a sculptor taking shape, to an idea he once drowned
Life is softer than you think, you can mold it from the sound
Like a tunnel giving way, to a passage underground
You know there will come a day, when you'll wear the golden crown
I want to be surrounded, by beatiful women, children, and men
Of a higher regard
The first I saw you was the first time you disappeared
The second time I saw you was when your ship was commendeered
And now I see why I can never forget your face
It's because I never new your name.
Like a sculptor taking shape, to an idea he once drowned
(Life is soft, mold it how you want it)
Life is softer than you think, you can mold it from the sound
(LIfe is soft, form it how you see fit)
Like a tunnel giving way, to a passage underground
(Life is soft, mold it how you want it)
You know there will come a day, when you'll wear the golden crown
Copenhagan
Well I had my fun in the summer of Sam
She was a saucy little girl with a hot Cali tan
And we were skirting the equator with just one hand
In a catameran
Well there were fireworks banging in the skies above
And a funky Rasta-man with a billy club
And they were preaching their philosophy about "One Love"
As they robbed me at gun point.
Well these people want to make me, these people want to name me their king
I refused the crown four times, I refused the crown more times than Ceaser did
'Cause I wanna be the one with all the facts
I wanna be the one who has the last laugh
When your under the gun its hard to act
Just take a breath and take a step back
'Cause when you're riding with friendly strangers on a train
But you just keep going round and round again
You can change the place, you can't change the name
You can alter the state but you'll still be the same
I brought protection along just in case
But I left my pistol packed up in my suit case
Why'd i ever even come to this place?
This entire trip was just a waste.
Peter Pandemic
What did you expect to find behind the curtian?
It was just a mechanic pulling levers
And a cheap fog machine
Who did you think was going to grant all your wishes for you?
A genie in a magic lamp?
A spite with mystical powers?
You should have known better, than to believe in miracles.
He can't help it.
Conscious Pilot
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