X-Files: The Album
(Fight The Future Soundtrack)

ONE -- Filter

One is the lonliest number
That you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It's the lonliest number since the number one

No is the saddest experience you'll ever know
Yes, it's the saddest experience you'll ever know
Cause one is the loneliest that you'll ever know
One is the loneliest number even worse than two.

It's just no good anymore
Since you went away
Now I spend my time just makin' rhymes of yesterday

One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
Since you went away
Since you went away

One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
Since you went away

It's just no good anymore
Since you went away
Now I spend my time just makin' rhymes of yesterday

One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number
One is the loneliest number since you went away...

FLOWER MAN -- Tonic

Flower man
Flower man
When are you gonna grow?
When you gonna lay down
everything you know?

Flower man
Flower man
How you gonna sleep
with all these people
cutting down your feet?

Flower man
(flower man)
Flower man
(flower man)

Flower man
Flower man
Your head's above the rest
If you're gonna trust them
you gotta past the test

Flower man
Flower man
You're living in the sun
Shattered and hollow
you shine for everyone

Flower man
(flower man)
Flower man
(flower man)

They've given enough to hurt you
with all the things they say
So you put on your armor
And stand in the way
You're wearing the target
That took so long to earn
And your start looking sideways
At every turn
You start looking sideways
At every turn

Flower man
(flower man)
Flower man
(flower man)
Flower man
(flower man)
Flower man
Flower man

WALKING AFTER YOU -- Foo Fighters

Tonight I'm tangled in my blanket of clouds
Dreaming aloud

Things just won't do without you, matter of fact
Ohh Ohh Ohhhhh
I'm on your back
I'm on your back
Ohh Ohh Ohhhhh
I'm on your back

If you'd accept surrender, I'll give up some more
Weren't you adored

I cannot be without you, matter of fact
Ohh Ohh Ohhhhh
I'm on your back

If you walk out on me
I'm walking after you
If you walk out on me
I'm walking after you

Another heart is cracked in two
I'm on your back

I cannot be without you, matter of fact
Ohh Ohh Ohhhhh
I'm on your back
I'm on your back
Ohh Ohh Ohhhhh
I'm on your back

If you walk out on me
I'm walking after you
If you walk out on me
I'm walking after you
If you walk out on me
I'm walking after you

BEACON LIGHT -- Ween

NO LYRICS AVAILABLE

INVISIBLE SUN -- Sting and Aswad

[One, two, three, four, five, six
Oh oh oh oh oh oh]

I don't want to spend the rest of my life
Looking at the barrel of an Armalite
I don't want to spend the rest of my days
Keeping out of trouble like the soldiers say
I don't want to spend my time in hell
Looking at the walls of a prison cell
I don't ever want to play the part
Of a statistic on a government chart

There has to be an invisible sun
It gives its heat to everyone
There has to be an invisible sun
That gives us hope when the whole day's done

It's dark all day and it glows all night
Factory smoke and acetylene light
I face the day with me head caved in
Looking like something that the cat brought in

There has to be an invisible sun
It gives its heat to everyone
There has to be an invisible sun
That gives us hope when the whole day's done

And they're only going to change this place
By killing everybody in the human race
They would kill me for a cigarette
But I don't even wanna die just yet

There has to be an invisible sun
It gives its heat to everyone
There has to be an invisible sun
That gives us hope when the whole day's done

[Oh oh oh oh oh oh...]

DEUCE -- The Cardigans

I am afraid of you now
Now that you left me
Nothing I can say
No not now
Now that you left me

Now that you left me
Now that you left me

Just for how long
Did you know before you left me?
Nothing to do
It's up to you
Use it against me

Use it against me
Now that you left me

You are ahead of me now
Because you left me
Words that I said
All yours now
Use it against me

You have erased me
Now that you left me

I'll be gone
I'll be gone

I'll be gone
I'll be gone

I'll be gone
I'll be gone

I'll be gone
I'll be gone

ONE MORE MURDER -- Better Than Ezra

One more murder in this town,
Don't mean a thing just lock your doors
And drive around.

One more murder in this town,
Don't worry the rain will
Wash the chalk marks from the ground.

Saturday night, shots ring out,
Add one to the body count.
You come alive to see another's end.

Plead it to a lesser count,
D.A. says without a doubt,
In 3-5 you're on the streets again.

One more murder in this town
Don't mean a thing
You get accustomed to the sound

One more murder in this town
Block off the street and
Wrap the crime scene tape around.

Hosanna! Hosanna!
I can't feel a thing at all!
Hosanna! Hosanna!
I can't feel a thing!
I can't feel a thing at all!

Saturday night you're going out
Parking lot, a figure come about
Feel a piece click against your head.
Pleading to his sympathy,
"Take the car, I got a family"
You hear a laugh,
"It don't mean shit to me."

One more murder in this town

MORE THAN THIS -- The Cure

For a second of you life
Tell me that it's true
Waiting for a sign
Is all I want of you
Your heart it hides a secret
A promise of what is
Or something more than this

Just a second of your time
Any one will do
A taste of any other
Is all I want from you
Offer me the world
How can I resist
Something more than this?

Make-believe in magic
Make-believe in dreams
Make-believe impossible
Nothing as it seems
To See touch taste smell hear
But never know if it's real

For this second of your life
Tell me if it's true
Anywhere beyond
Is all I want of you
Your lips lies a secret
A promise of a kiss
Or something more than this

Just a second of your time
Any one will do
To know any other
Is all I want from you
Giving me the world
You know I can't resist
Something more than this

Make-believe in magic
Make-believe in dreams
Make-believe impossible
Nothing as it seems
And never really understand
What anything means

Another second of my life
Not knowing if it's true
Make-believe in nothing
Is all I want of you
Whisper me the secret
Whisper me there is
Always something other
Something more than this.

HUNTER -- Bjork

If travel is searching
And home what's been found

I'm not stopping

I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter
I'll bring back the goods
But i don't know when

I thought i could organise freedom
How Scandinavian of me
You sussed it out, didn't you?

You could smell it
So you left me on my own
To complete the mission
Now i'm leaving it all behind

I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter .....
I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter .....
I'm the hunted
I'm the hunted
I'm the hunted
I'm the hunted

16 HORSES -- Soul Coughing

14,000 times a second
The speaker moons
Magnitism pushes
the impulse through

But I can't keep that speed
I can't generate that frequency
What the sound pressure level means
Wants to randomize electrons--I can't read

And you're still not dancing

She came pushing sixteen
She came pushing sixteen horses

I saw her and thought of her and thought of her
And I thought I heard a doorbell tone
And I thought I saw thought I saw and thought I saw
You watching from the lawn

She went over bridges like the river was a dream dream
Over bridges like the river was a dream dream

She came pushing sixteen
She came pushing sixteen horses

Two rings two rings two rings clamp down
Quit it
Two rings two rings two rings clamp down
Quit it
Two rings two rings two rings clamp down
Quit it
Two rings two rings two rings clamp down
Quit it

She came pushing sixteen
She came pushing sixteen
She came pushing sixteen
She came pushing sixteen horses

CRYSTAL SHIP -- X

Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss

The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We'll meet again, we'll meet again

Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly

The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, I'll drop a line

BLACK -- Sarah McLachlan

As the walls are closing in
And the colors fade to black
As my eyes are falling fast and deep into me
And I follow the tracks that lead me down
And I never follow what's right
And they wonder sometimes when they see all the
Sadness and pain the truth brings to light

Cause I can't see no reason
What is blind cannot see
Cause I want what is pleasin'
All I take should be free
What I rob from the innocent ones
What I'd steal from the womb

As the walls are closing in
And the colors fade to black
And the night is falling fast and deep into the sea
And in the darkness all that I can see
The frightened and the weak
Are forced to cling to mistakes they know nothing of
At mercy are the meek

Cause I can't see no reason
What is blind cannot see
Cause I want what is pleasin'
All I take should be free
What I rob from the innocent ones
What I'd steal from the womb

TEOTIHUACAN -- Noel Gallagher

NO LYRICS AVAILABLE

THE TRUTH REVEALED -- Chris Carter

The method as they called it, though it was more so a germ-line procedure of singular meta-scientific complexity, had been given to them by the alien colonists as quid pro quo.

The Syndicate would help them to create a population of alien hybrids who would hide in plain sight, cloned from human ova and alien bio-material, so there would be a cloned race immune to the effects of the black oil when the return to the planet began.

For this, the Syndicate would be sequestered, granted a sort of immunity or asylum, given a place in the grander scheme. They were the Vichy goverment to the German ‘Final Solution’ . . . collbarationists whose motivation was simple, self-directed survival.

These cloning operations were spread across the country, the catologing and record-keeping done through a complex intra-institutional system that connected to every branch of goverment, from the Social Security Administration to the Department of Defense.

The operation, under the working title, ‘Purity Control,’ had been launched in 1948, its original conception the brainchild of german scientists given immunity themselves for war crimes, and allowed to continue the eugenic experiments that were Hitler’s dark legacy.

The Syndicate had begun as a subset of a shadow intelligence agency whose original orders were to create plausible denial and an effective cover-up of Purity Control. But through 50 years, numerous US and UN administrations, the principals began to wrest control, accumilating power and influence across international borders, such that . . . by 1990 . . . the operation ceased to have any member accountable to any goverment and whose only orders would be taken from a man named Strughold, a German industrialist who had fled his homeland to northern Africa.

These men, whose knowledge and access provided control of a foreseeable future, had, in spite of this, everything to lose. Their secret work, the cloning preperations and the catologing constituted their greatest vulnerability: exposure. Their detection would ensure not just their own demise, but a far-reaching dissolution of social and religious order around the globe.

To protect against this, the Syndicate employed methods of disinformation, using covert goverment programs that had been regrettably discovered, as a kind of smokescreeen . . . a dodge or blind where the transgressions of Congress-accountable agencies served to hide their own more odious undertaking. They had even at times used the UFO phenomenon to create a hysteria that science and the intelligentsia denounced so completely as to make belief in believers seem ridiculous, and completely discreditable.

They had also, in a crisis, used a tool of the colonists themselves . . . alien bounty hunters who policed the cloning operations and enforced rule on the countdown to colonization. A double-edged sword whose cold-blooded tactics had helped to stem a leak of threat, but also kept a watch on the Syndicate. A threat in itself, as the Syndicate had something to hide that not even the colonists knew of: a vaccine against the black oil.

An innoculant against the substance in which the alien life force was held . . . in fact, the very medium of the life force itself. To guard this secret was perhaps even more critical than the truth of the existence of alien life, and of colonization. If the Syndicate’s own secret vaccine was discovered, the vaccine that would make themselves immune from the effects of the black oil, they would certainly be destroyed and the timetable for colonization stepped up.

They would protect this secret with their lives. They would kill to protect it, as it symbolized the only hope they had of avoiding enslavement when the planet was overtaken.

That they had been able to, over decades, conduct their work on the vaccine undetected was the result of a code among the Syndicate members that put honor and the future above personal politics. But now this code was beginning to break down, an incipient scramble for power beginning to develop. A thrEat from within that doubled the threat from without . . . from agents Mulder and Scully, and the X-Files.