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the electric eye
04:46
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I don't know why you can’t see me
I plead and I beg but your doors stay firmly shut
Anybody else could easily start
An electron pulse in your circuit heart
Could it be - is it me?
I don’t know why you lock me out
I jump and I wave and I shout but to no avail
Am I made of air of the bluest blue?
Am I so transparent you look right through?
Could it be - is it me?
The Electric Eye - see me
The Electric Eye - see me
I don't know if you know I’m here
I’m almost sure I could slip through undetected
In a single stroke I could poke about
With a puff of smoke I could short you out
Can’t you see me?
I don't know if you think I'm real
I must admit that I'm not quite sure myself
The Electric Eye - see me
The Electric Eye - see me
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It's a pretty smile
It's a quarter mile
It's the way you sleep, every night
It's a forthright
It's the way you talk about your man
It's a talk-thought walkin' plan
It's a way to say goodbye
It's a little cry
And it's an outback jack, searching for 'the One''
With a semi-automatic and a shotgun
Do you aim for the heart?
It's a one-bedroom place
It's a broom closet headspace
It's a bait on a hook
It's a number in a black book
So are you looking for a brother to fulfil your soul,
Or just another mother who can fill a hole –
Am I talkin’ ‘bout the one in your heart?
It's a pretty smile
It's a quarter mile
It's a reason to go
It's a no-show
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my magnetic rose
03:15
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Your heart of steel
Still attracts
My magnetic rose
I wish I could forget you
And lock my rose
In a box of lead
I wish I could forgive you
And your heart
For hearing your head
Your heart of steel
Still attracts
My magnetic rose
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4. |
remote control
04:18
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I thought we were doing fine, but now it seems
My suit of silver foil cannot reflect your beams
Your infrared can penetrate
My defence of solid state
If I could prise it out of your iron hold
I’d take the batteries out of your remote control
We could have it all resolved, but there’s no chance
While you use your magic wand to make me dance
Your infrared, it burns my skin
As we play the same scene over and over again
If I could prise it out of your iron hold
I’d take the batteries out of your remote control
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A mind of ice is nice if you can stay out of the sun
A voice of gold might hold you all the way to number one
You get the life you earn
You get the life you earn
Go live some life and learn
A wit to match the Wilde grows tired for fear of something new
A split to match the style in time's just sewing left to do
You get the life you earn
You get the life you earn
Go live some life and learn
When you've done it all, give me a call
When you've done it all, give me a call
Go live some life and learn
Go live some life and learn
A plan of stand is grand if it can fit inside your head
A dream of bright and whitely needs some learning to be fed
You get the life you earn
You get the life you earn
Go live some life and learn
When you've done it all, give me a call
When you've done it all, give me a call
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6. |
code for nought
05:14
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Levelled out to aid our approach
Bumpy landings never quite your style
Heard a shout amid your reproach
Understanding that we missed it by a mile
Zeroed in to aid our attack
Accurate as ever on my mark
Should have been an audible crack
Didn’t let us fire blindly in the dark
Are you still training for a peaceful battle to be fought?
Over living in an era when a seeker could be sought?
Do you think your hungry ego would enjoy some food for thought?
Could it possibly decipher an encrypted code for nought?
Turned away to aid our goodbye
Trying to avoid another mess
Failed to note a tear in your eye
Seems as though I’ll have to make another guess
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7. |
zero feeling
04:54
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And if you could choose the bits of you to lose
How many days would you erase?
One high, one low, equals zero feeling
One fly, one slow, equals zero feeling
One charm, one foe, equals zero feeling
One yes, one no: zero
Zero Feeling
It's a goal, it's a level, it's a state of equilibrium
It all works out in the end to zero feeling
It's the click in the middle on the graphic on the stereo
It's neither flux nor flow, feeling zero
One high, one low, equals zero feeling
One fly, one slow, equals zero feeling
One charm, one foe, equals zero feeling
One yes, one no
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8. |
gallery on ice
01:59
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Second lesson left a scar upon your brow
Intervention showed a glimmer of remorse
Contemplation paid a fee you could allow
Deviation wouldn’t get you through the course
Second meeting left a weight upon your chest
Consequently she’s an object of desire
Wishing well became an answer to detest
Resolution not a fashionable attire
Second program left a twinkle in your eye
Closing credits seemed too little to suffice
Recollection proved impossible to buy
Single handed put the gallery on ice
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9. |
bottom feeding
04:07
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On a flat tack track
On a thirty dollar bill
On the third day
In another way, it's a fall into a photograph
2 D, or a K-hole
And you can't see my head for the thumb-print
In a fort mind cell
In a tesseract net with a twist
In a time-lapse, synapse spark
If you're frightened of the dark...
And the lights seem brighter in the circle-eye
And you got the best Nike Airs around
And you're feeling down...?
And the celluloid spots ain't a botherer
And the pot-drop stutter is a message to stop
And it won't last long if you put it in a pop song
I'll fall through, you can see it slip out of you
But your hell bent went, with your will
And you're searching though the swill
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It’s a credit to your Clydesdale mind
To your knuckle-white clamp-bind
To your blinker-driven tunnel-blind
So with your laser-sight firing line
Can you follow the barrel?
With so many twists that you put?
Every bullet that you shoot
Only ends up in your foot
It’s a credit to your heatwave bitumen soul
To your glue gun sticking like a blue tongue licking
On a midwinter light pole
So as you’re picking out your exit hole
Can you follow the barrel?
With so many twists that you put?
Every bullet that you shoot
Only ends up in your foot
It’s a credit to your racehorse heart
To your alkaline percussion part
To your shift-stick stuck in number four
So as you’re lining up to centre-score
Can you follow the barrel?
With so many twists that you put?
Every bullet that you shoot
Only ends up in your foot
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don't look
02:08
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If you can't handle your emotions, it's not my fault
You can't get enough
If you can't keep your hands to yourself, it's not my fault
That I'm lovely when I'm feeling good
Should I be miserable just for you?
If you can't handle your desire, it's not my fault
You can't get enough
So don't look! Don't look! Don't look!
If you can't handle your emotions, it's not my fault
You can't get enough
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12. |
the piggy in the middle
04:37
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You can keep me running
You make like you're leaving but you stay
If I'm looking
But you move damn fast when my eyes look the other way
If you see me coming
You scurry right back just to show me that I can't come in
And then you tell me that to leave is a sin
And the piggy in the middle wouldn't squeal (a squeal)
Head right back
You can keep me chasing corners
All the live long play
And the piggy in the middle wouldn't feel (a feel)
Pig nose down
And we'll see who's making orders
But the poor little piggy is me
One foot home and one foot gone
Is it just the piggy spirit that you're counting on?
Is it just a piggy heart that you're hanging on?
Well the smell of burning rubber's just a cover
For your love - if another
Corner seemed easier fo me to hold
There'd be a pig-skin kickin' and a told-you-so
And the piggy in the middle wouldn't squeal (a squeal)
Head right back
You can keep me chasing corners
All the live long play
And the piggy in the middle wouldn't feel (a feel)
Pig nose down
And we'll see who's making orders
But the poor little piggy is me
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13. |
the open hand of control
03:44
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The open hand of control to put the fear of God
Only put the fear of man
The open hand of control that put the
Youngest of four
A little baby boy
Your brother and your old man
What could you do but follow?
The open hand of control that put the
Belt in your hand
At least you held the buckle
That made you grow nine feet tall
You didn't need a phone book
You thought you didn't leave a mark
You could have used a right hook
Instead you crept like a coward in the dark
The open hand of control to put the fear of God
Only put the fear of man
The open hand of control that put the
Fear in your eyes
You're frightened of a child
With the cliché fear of yourself
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