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Privilege
Isn't it strange that a gift could be an enemy? Isn't it weird that a privilege could feel
like a chore? Maybe it's me, but this line isn't going anywhere. Maybe if we looked hard
enough, we could find a backdoor. (Find yourself a backdoor.) I see you in line, dragging
your feet. You have my sympathy. The day you were born, you were born free. That is your
privilege. Isn't it strange that the man standing in front of me, doesn't have a clue why
he's waiting, or what he's waiting for? Maybe it's me, but I'm sick of wasting energy.
Maybe if I look in my heart I could find a backdoor. (Find yourself a backdoor.) I see you
in line, dragging your feet. You have my sympathy. The day you were born, you were born
free. That is your privilege. Find yourself a backdoor. I see you in line, dragging your
feet. You have my sympathy. The day you were born, you were born free. That is your
privilege. I see you in line, dragging your feet. You have my sympathy. The day you were
born, you were born free. That is your, that is your..privilege. That is your, that is
your, that is your, that is your...
Nowhere Fast
Will I ever get to, to where it is that I'm going? Will I ever follow through with what I,
with what I had planned. I guess it's possible (possible) that I have been a bit
distracted and the directions for me are a lot less in demand. In demand. Will I ever get
to where I'm going? If I do, will I know when I am there? If the wind blew me in the right
direction, yeah, would I even care? I would. I take a look around; it's evident the scene
has changed. And there are times when I feel improved, improved upon the past. Then there
are times when I (times when I.) can't seem to understand at all and yes it seems as
though I'm going nowhere really fucking fast. Nowhere fast! Will I ever get to where I'm
going? If I do, will I know when I am there? If the wind blew me in the right direction,
yeah, would I even care? I would. I would. I would. Will I ever get to where I'm going? If
I do, will I know when I am there? If the wind blew me in the right direction, yeah, would
I even care? I would. I would. I would. I would. I would.
Consequence
A blink and you miss a beat. Keep one of your eyes open at all times. Think that you're on
the brink? The shit hasn't even begun to hit the fan. Consequence, you'll see will be
stranger than a gang of drunken mimes. Situation has a stink. Better clear the air before
your son becomes a man. Before your son becomes a man. Blink. Everything's been augmented,
you've been left so far behind. I Think, for sure, next time you should wear a pair of
eyes in the back of your head. Consequence, you've seen has been stranger than sci-fi of
any kind. Situation baffles me. I guess it's true you too are one of the walking dead. You
better think fast! Think fast! Cause' you never know what's comin' around the bend. You
better not blink! Oh blink! For consequence is a bigger word than you think. It's bigger
than you or me. You or me. You or me. You or me. You better think fast! Think fast! Cause'
you never know what's comin' around the bend. You better not blink! Oh blink! For
consequence is a bigger word than you think. It's bigger than you or me. You or me. You or
me.
The Warmth
I'd like to close my eyes and go numb but there's a cold wind coming from, from the top of
the highest high-rise today. It's not a breeze cause' it blows hard. Yes and it wants me
to discard, the humanity I know, watch the warmth blow away. So don't let the world bring
you down. Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold. Remember why you came and while
you're alive, experience the warmth before you grow old. So do you think I should adhere
to that pressing new frontier? And leave in my wake a trail of fear? Or should I hold my
head up high and throw a wrench and spokes by, leaving the air behind me clear? So don't
let the world bring you down. Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold. Remember why
you came and while you're alive, experience the warmth before you grow old. Grow old. So
don't let the world bring you down. Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold. Remember
why you came and while you're alive, experience the warmth before you grow old. Before you
grow old. Where did it come? Where did it come? Where did it come?
When It Comes
It's comin' around again. They're letting it out again, again. It's comin' around again.
They're letting it out again, again. It's comin' around again. They're letting it out
again, again. It's comin' around again. They're letting it out again, again. When it
comes, it comes abrupt. And it feels, it feels like trading brains with an imbecile... for
real. Yes, I feel emphatic about not being static and not buying philosophies that are
sold to me, at a steal. Just when you thought it was safe to think, in comes mental
piracy! And now what I'm looking for, cannot be sold to me. I wish they all would stop
trying, cause' what I want and what I need, is and will always be free. It's comin' around
again they're letting it out again, again. It's comin' around again they're letting it out
again, again. It's comin' around again they're letting it out again. When it comes, it
comes unannounced. And it feels like a matador is taunting me with his reddest red cloth
and I am the bull. Yes, I feel emphatic about not being static and not eating the bullshit
that's being fed to me no more... cause' now I'm full. Just when you thought it was safe
to think in comes mental piracy! And now what I'm looking for, cannot be sold to me. I
wish they all would stop trying, cause' what I want and what I need is and will always be
free. It's comin' around again they're letting it out again, again.
Stellar
(You are, you are stellar!) Meet me in outer space. We could spend the night; watch the
earth come up. I've grown tired of that place; won't you come with me? We could start
again! How do you do it? Make me feel like I do. How do you do it? It's better than I ever
knew. Meet me in outer space. I will hold you close, if you're afraid of heights. I need
you to see this place, it might be the only way that I can show you how it feels to be
inside you! How do you do it? Make me feel like I do. How do you do it? It's better than I
ever knew. How do you do it? Make me feel like I do. Do. You are stellar. You are stellar.
How do you do it? Make me feel like I do. How do you do it? It's better than I ever knew.
How do you do it? Make me feel like I do. Yeah.
Make Yourself
If I hadn't made me, I would've been made somehow. If I hadn't assembled myself, I've
fallen apart by now. If I hadn't made me, I'd be more inclined to bow. Powers that be
would have swallowed me up, but that's more than I can allow. If you let them make you,
they'll make you paper-mache. At a distance you're strong, until the wind comes then you
crumble and blow away. If you let them fuck you, there will be no foreplay. But rest
assured, they'll screw you complete til' your ass is blue and gray. You should make amends
with you. If only for better health. Better health. But if you really want to live, why
not try and Make yourself? Make yourself. (Make yourself.) If I hadn't made me, I'd of
fallen apart by now. I won't let em' make me, it's more than I can allow. So when I make
me, I won't be paper-mache. And if I fuck me...I'll fuck me in my own way. Fuck me in my
own way. Fuck me in my own way. Fuck me in my own way. Fuck me in my own way. You should
make amends with you. If only for better health. Better health. But if you really want to
live, why not try and Make yourself? Make yourself. Make yourself! Make yourself! Make
yourself!
Drive
Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear. And I can't help but ask myself
how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer. It's driven me before, and it seems
to have a vague, haunting mass appeal. But lately I am beginning to find that I should be
the one behind the wheel. Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there. With open arms and open
eyes, yeah. Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there. I'll be there. So if I decide to
waiver my chance to be one of the hive, will I choose water over wine and hold my own and
drive? It's driven me before and it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around.
But lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself my light is found. So whatever
tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes, yeah. Whatever tomorrow
brings, I'll be there. I'll be there. Would you choose water over wine.... hold the wheel
and drive? So whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there ,with open arms and open eyes, yeah.
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there. I'll be there.
Clean
Today, everything was fine, fine, fine. Until roundabout, quarter to nine, I suddenly
found myself in a bind, bind. Was it something I said? Something I read and manifested
that's getting you down. Don't you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in you eye,
I'd sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried. Say what you will, say what you mean.
Know you could never offend, your dirty words come out clean, clean. Tomorrow, what price
will I pay? Could I make it all up to you by serving coffee for two in bed? Would you then
gimme the time of day? I need a map of your head, translated into English so I can learn
to not make you frown. You'd feel better if you'd vent, put your frustrations into four
letter words and let them out on mine, the most weathered ears in town. Say what you will,
say what you mean. Know you could never offend, your dirty words come out clean, clean,
clean. Clean, clean! Clean, clean! Say what you will, say what you mean! Know you could
never offend, your dirty words come out clean. Say what you will, say what you mean! Know
you could never offend, your dirty words come out clean, clean.
Battlestar Scralatchtica
This is Incubus' current DJ and two others having a DJ war. Again figure out the snippets
of phrases yourself. You can do it!
I Miss You
To see you when I wake up, is a gift I didn't think could be real. To know that you feel
the same as I do is a three-fold, utopian dream. You do something to me that I can't
explain. So would I be out of line if I said, I miss you. I see your picture, I smell your
skin on the empty pillow next to mine. You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm
wasting away. I know I'll see you again, whether far or soon. But I need you to know that
I care and I miss you.
Pardon Me
Pardon me while I burst. Pardon me while I burst. A decade ago, I never thought I would
be, at twenty three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion. Woe-is-me. But I guess that
it comes with the territory; an ominous landscape of never ending calamity. I need you to
hear, I need you to see that I have had all I can take and exploding seems like a definite
possibility, to me! So pardon me while I burst into flames. I've had enough of the world
and it's people's mindless games. So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me....I'll never be the same. Not two days ago, I was having a look in a
book and I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees. I said, "I can
relate," cause' lately I've been thinking of combustication as a welcomed vacation
from the burdens of the planet earth. Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in
3-D... but thinking so much differently! Pardon me while I burst into flames. I've had
enough of the world and it's people's mindless games. So pardon me while I burn and rise
above the flame. Pardon me, pardon me. I'll never be the same. Never be the same, yeah.
Pardon me while I burst into flames. Pardon me, pardon me, pardon me. So pardon me while I
burst into flames. I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games. So
pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame. Pardon me, pardon me. I'll never be the
same. Pardon me, never be the same, yeah.
Out From Under
To resist is to piss in the wind. Anyone who does will end up smelling. Knowing this, why
do I defy? Because my inner voice is yelling. There is a fist pressing against anyone who
thinks something compelling. Our intuit we're taught to deny, and our soul we're told is
for selling. Get out from under them resist and multiply! Get out from under precipice and
see the sky! Get out from under them. Resist, unlearn, defy! Get out from under precipice
and see the sky! To resist is to piss in the wind. Anyone who does will end up smelling.
Knowing this, why do I defy? Because my inner voice is yelling. There is a fist pressing
against anyone who thinks something compelling. Our intuit we're taught to deny, and our
soul we're told is for selling. Get out from under them resist and multiply! Get out from
under precipice and see the sky! Get out from under them. Resist, unlearn, defy! Get out
from under precipice and see the sky! See the sky,(see the sky,) see the sky, (see the
sky,) see the sky. Resist and multiply. (Resist and multiply.) Resist and multiply! Get
out from under them resist and multiply! Get out from under precipice and see the sky! Get
out from under them. Resist, unlearn, defy! Get out from under precipice and see the sky!
See the sky, see the sky, see the sky.
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