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WHISKEY NIGHTS - RealAudio 5+, 182 kB MONO, [1:31]

One way of changing the mirror’s eyes
is two tries of trading truth for lies
one thing the whiskey never said
is truth comes in bottles and empty beds
One way of changing the mirror’s eyes
is two drinks of whiskey for every side
one takes the day by choice
one takes the day by force
sometimes the waiting’s the only course

I couldn’t read the signs
but these are the broken bells that announce the time
... but you already know
you and drifting waves of the passing clouds

Nothing is sacred in this town
I love the stations in this town
one lazy day, one crazy day my love...
one crazy day and she left town

I couldn’t read the signs
but these are the broken bells that announce the time
... but you already know
you and drifting waves of the passing clouds

I couldn’t see things right
you were the wicked girl from the whiskey nights
I couldn’t have been too strong
you were the wicked girl from the whiskey nights


COLORSTONE - RealAudio 5+, 124 kB MONO, [1:01]

The love of the land has faded to sand and died
the same of your youth faded and bruised and dried....
and all of those times you wasted your lies — alone..
and no one but you should be wearing the blue tonight

And no one but you could question the few or deny
‘cause now that the night has bled from the sky a price
and no one would choose, to win or to lose, tonight
for now is the time to bet on the crime of vice...

See the rainbow bleed its colors from the sky
you could just steal away, it’s all the same
you would throw it away, your own disguise
you could leave it alone, leave it to stone.....

From all of the dreams you see all the things — alive
from death things will spring, the shadows of wings of flies
the tombs of the saints, the open gates, survive...
the spirit who sins is the spirit who wins, tonight...

You weren’t conceived from the fire...
you weren’t conceived from the fire...
you aren’t concealing desire...
you aren’t concealing desire...

 

BURN - RealAudio 5+, 120 kB MONO, [1:00]

Who tends the baby when it cries?
are you the one who’s finally realized
what does it mean to compromise?
one shattered head goes down, it keeps ‘em satisfied

One man’s a beggar to get by
another man whores himself and thinks he’s satisfied
to tell and to sell it — just keep things running high
burn the bridge and take the road that keeps on getting high

Still on the run ‘cept that we are the lovers of life
written on the walls were things to learn and burn the freedom of life
still on the run ‘cept that we are the lovers of life
written on the walls were things to learn and burn the freedom of life

Who tends the baby when it cries?
are you the one who’s finally realized
what does it mean to compromise?
one shattered head goes down, it keeps ‘em satisfied


 

I CAN'T TELL ME - RealAudio 5+, 184 kB MONO, [1:33]

I can’t tell me
even when to say stop, when to say go
when to say stop, and when to say go
you can say stop and I can say no
you can say drop and I can say no

So shout what they shout and that’s fine without me
shout what they shout and they’re shouting at me
you shout what they shout and that’s fine without me
you shout what they shout so shout without me

I won’t help me
I can’t tell me
(so) you can’t sell me
I can’t tell me

So shout what they shout and that’s fine without me
shout what they shout and they’re shouting at me
you shout what they shout and that’s fine without me
you shout what they shout so shout without me

I won’t help me
I can’t tell me
(so) you can’t sell me
I can’t tell me

Who is demolition man?
who is there to hold my hand?
who was there to let me go?
who was there to let me try?
I won’t help me
I can’t tell me
you can’t sell me
I can’t tell me

 

WATCHER - RealAudio 5+, 152 kB MONO, [1:17]

I’ve been looking all around
searching in the crowd
desperation — violent face
following the sound

Always hearing „only time“
knowing that we’re old
watching from the blackened sky
nothing seemed so cold

You should tell me now
I can just decide
I will be the void
I can take the sword

We’ve been going round and round
depending on the sound
following a lonely cry
something in the sky

Walking onward to the sky
moving without eyes
following is what we do
I believe the lies

You should tell me now
I can just decide
I will be the void
I can take the sword
— human smile!
— human toys!

Always hearing „only time“
knowing that we’re old
watching from the blackened sky
nothing seemed so cold

We’ve been going round and round
depending on the sound
following a lonely cry
something in the sky


 

FACES - RealAudio 5+, 168 kB MONO, [1:24]

None of us knowing
nobody’s showing
signs of life
That’s when the change is...
that’s when the change is
in front of your eyes

New winds are blowing
a new day is dawning
— a page of your life
You’ve got complexions
of spinning directions
not in your skies
But it’s not about lies
not about lies
it’s just faces changing places
and sometimes places fade away

And none of our eyes
and none of our lives
could ever really see the difference
the way we change and fade away

You know a talker
then he’s a walker
it’s one of my crimes
That’s when the change is...
that’s when the change is
in front of your eyes
...look at the war you’re waging now...
it’s the same old face
see it straight?
...look at the war you’re waging
but it’s no disgrace...
to glimpse the changing face........


 

TOMORROW ~ - RealAudio 5+, 176 kB MONO, [1:29]

You were loving he was laughing radiator ticking too late
people cheering people hearing people blowing people away
puddles from the ceiling dripping down into the bed that we made
reason for the dreams I’m screaming radio beginning to play

Oh tomorrow you will not be sexy Jane
Oh tomorrow...

Reason for the screams I’m dreaming demons streaming into my veins
inner city subway tunnels steaming with the pulse of your pain
murder of the season drip the airwave fingers sticky with fame
people hearing people cheering people selling people your name.

Oh tomorrow you will still be sexy Jane
oh tomorrow you will never change again
oh tomorrow you will not be messing around
oh tomorrow...
Oh tomorrow you will still be sexy Jane
oh tomorrow washed away in yesterday’s rain
oh tomorrow you will never let me down
oh tomorrow...



IMMIGRANT SONG # - RealAudio 5+, 264 kB MONO, [2:13]

Ah, ahhh
we come from the land of the ice and snow
— from the midnight sun where the hotsprings blow
the hammer of the gods
will drive our ships to new lands
to fight the horde, singing and cry:
Valhalla, I am coming!
on we sweep with threshing oar
our only goal will be the western shore.

Ah, ahhh
we come from the land of the ice and snow
— from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow
how soft your fields so green
can whisper tales of gore
of how we calmed the tides of war
we are your overlords
on we sweep with threshing oar
our only goal will be the western shore.
So now you’d better stop and rebuild all your ruins
for peace and trust can win the day
despite of all your losing.

 

WRECK - RealAudio 5+, 184 kB MONO, [1:33]

Can you see the metal
and all the pieces of glass?
would you stare at the wreckage
and hope the image lasts?
Can you see the bodies?
can you smell the breath of the dead?
only ears of angels
know the last thing they said...
Don’t you love disaster?
the taste of concrete and steel
the mix of man and machine
oil and blood spilled reveal.

Take a picture of my scars-
don’t you think I look cool?
don’t you know I have tasted
burning metal as food?

Don’t miss the chance on the highway
engaging these games of war....
to use the tank in the battle
is what weapons are for.
The act of destruction...
I’ll stop every time —
wreck is creation —
hail to the assembly line!

How many ways could you suggest?
is there something you’d like to try?
is there something you’d like to know?
crash the machine only for show....
Don’t miss the chance on the highway
engaging these games of war...
to use the tank in the battle
is what weapons are for
take a picture of my scars —
don’t you think I look cool?