Absent Minded
disillusioning both the youth and the supposed wise
putting my TOOLs away
im smoking OPIATE again
TRACY CHAPMAN has something to say
WHY?
and no ne cares to be blown away
just ignore it every day
closing the generation gap
i'll never sell my prodigal findings
So we're all TALKING ABOUT A REVOLUTION
and youre surprised that the ants go marching two by two
hahaha
who who who?
have i made history yet
for all the tears ive wept?
have i made it into the books of the future
and you could point at this scene to find me
holding up a book of logic
and a picture of a genie and a dead babie
but i dont get to come back from the grave
just another way to terrorise the politicians and the poverty
the artists with good and bad souls
as i come back again to show the musically ioclined ive caught on to yet another puzzle
and ive seen life through soo many blurred glasses
soo many broken hearts and such disturbing lies of PROPOGANDA
which i wish was a LIMP BIZKIT
whatever that is
an erectile dysfunction
swallowing another dose of
something else to figger
something else to download
another act for man
another dollar to be made
another brigade
another metaphor for a prayer
going ignored
another twoedged
sword
to the game of
can you drive the crazy guy in the middle insane
will he snap?
will he drive someone round the bend
will he save some innocent mind he just left behind to spill the truth that its not you its me
its not you its me
im in the middle im the psychological guineau pig and im playiong to lose
now what woulsd you do if you were in my shoes?
would you get a job?
would you sleep all day?
wopuld you dance in the street?
would you sing along walking down the street?
would you light pornography on fire
in the room of your first highschool ggirlfriends house that got you addicted to speed?
would you run away to some place and pray for the helkp to dissappear of an illusionist called mindfreak?
would you freak or would you shoe?
would you give the mental institute alist of poems you siad that drove you crazy
about poisoning the well
and a political epic of the mayor the lawyyer and the bride
and thern market an online cult who has no idea you have a heart full of TRUTH
as the ants still go marching two by two
to sit on the bus full of people wearing black and white every tuesday as they recreate your reality
to think one day theyre gonna call your bluff throw some rock they commit to in the future
of something for you to foresee
that you might as well tell them to do
is it a rainbow
a dove
a sign that this is the beginning not the end
as you dream your dreams and are given ultiamtums fearfull of scapegoating anyone else to end up just like you
what would you do
write poetry
talk out loud create voices and delusions?
would you swallow their pills?
become a war they fight over because other countriesd ont like how they are manipulating one man?
do you know anyhting of who i areally am?
do you understand my paranoi?
my mistrust?
my hurt my epic my disgust in the world i try to change
like im in a dream within a dream
like im stuck in total recall
lost in the past and the televise the past dream im liivng to chang ethe future they are living that all revolves around me
like im on a space ship and everyone is a robot or an imitation copy and there ar thirteen true enlightened layers
searching for ways to help me
and i lead them from place to place like metaphysical chess
to chang the dream with inthe dream
and the nightmare im humbly living to change the level of the game reality im playing and the one ill wake up to
to find mothing changed
and its another dreamwithia dream to become the next truman show of lies and deceit oif hidden intentions and selfrighteous wars
but the GREENDAY grows bigger
and i dont want to be an AMERICAN IDIOT
i have my own propoganda lost in my own echoes of me
i am my own esoteric seed you have come to love and hate
i am my own controversy im cvreating of rights and wrongs
of cionfusion you need to lead like a nintendo game of strategy of a silent war
i mean come on arent we the genretaion of video games
my life should be a walk in the park
sometimes when youre caught in themiddle and lost in the dark you cant see your own way out
so tell me one directiona ta time
one person at a time
do i go right or left
do i leave or stay
do i jump or crawl
do i duck or sit
do i love or hate
i could sacrifice my free will to you
but lost in this total recall sometimes i think i already did
like im on a hypnotic pill and fed some lie and when i got off the stage at the bar
and the hypnotists i hpnotised with the act of man
ifell into the plan and havent gotten out of the quicksand of the under tow
but am working towards the surprise HOLIDAY
when itall makes sense and they are stillmarching two by two
the ants
the little insects
we can never crush we can never figure out but study
we give them a queen and roles
and they march alone but wish to see them in pairs or threes
how do we get there
where everything goes to where it should be
where everything makes sense
where everything comes together
wehree all thosepeople making problems focus on healing instead of reatliation
when does it come into focus were only hurting ourselves
when will we deserve this surprise holiday we dont see coming we could organise for the sucker patrol and granourselves three times like everytime there is a solar or lunar eclipse
and celebrate it for seven days
but no one knows eeverything is meant to change and iimprove
how one day instead of blowing everything up to end the depression and oppresions
we will have more people and have a four day work week instead of getting no where we will work to live instead of work to pay bills
and go in circles
feed the dream and figure out the right loopholes or fed into the nightaare and keep crying futuristic tears
on APRIL 26 1992
it could have been sublime
i could become the reason we have THREE DAYS GRACE of RIOTS
but the fire in your eyes has gone out
we all need aleader
we all need someone to seperate the good from the bad
and we know there is a punishment for every action
there is a fate for every consequence there is a madman with some other ultimatum
to doctor his artificial macho ego
which is so homo erotic
when heteros should be more hopelesly romantic
why have the ants stopped marching?
where do they go at night?
who feeds them?
what does our vote of buying their cd sand going to their shoes mean?
is the politician really the ruler or is it the musicians and the oppressed poetsw ho inspire them is it the stubborn religions who deny the future change
is it we have everything figured out
and im a time travellor with a message saying nothing
just some other toy for you to discover and play with
that leaves you to discover yourslef
and talking to yourslef
casting shadows
to be second guessed in the eyes of fate
and counterintelligence and control
of selfdefeating behaviour of how they cant control everything but they do and we do
from everything from music to inspiration
from hooker to bums that know to much so we wont give tjhem jobs due to their views
to geniuses and professors living on the streets whoare supposedly insane but obviously enlighrtened who mightone day ask you for change
as they have shaped your mind
makes you think hey?
whose in control?\
the gangs?
the politicians?
the drugs?
the aliens?
the microphones in my teeth?
the implants behind my eyes?
the earwigs in my brain
the insects using my boidy as a host causein gme to go to war so one day they can have the world the way it used to be?
no one knows anything
no one can fathom everything
but it all starts on a PLATEAU
where we all search for NIRVANA
im not doing anyhting wrong
ytoud have to research it first
you dhave to come to the conclusion that im either crazy or right
youd have to crawl off your cross into my mindferame
to witnees to hear
toiunderstand what i have done to you
to hear the son with my name as the title
then you would know
we still sing ballads we still orchestrate organised crime
we still are victims of other peoples desires
rich people can buy many things and sometimes the objects they crraveleave you playing some game you cant get out of but want to crawl away from
something that leaves you enlightened and frightened amused and clueless delerious hurt and serious to become a witness that there must be other victom
so sink the PINK
and write a letter to your dear MR PRESIDENT
because i have opinions
ihave reasons i have dreams others live and will live
ihave conclusions ive drawn
i have a life of torment ive caved into for someone else to feel powerfull
and say see i told you
so so i can be the brigade of
there is a reason bums commit crimes in winter to end up in jail
there sa reason gangters go to jail with ballonns full of drugs in their stoimache for a slap on their wrist to end up selling coke and speed and weed
for high prices
to get threemeals and get rich
to play the game
and i just sin gmy way through it
i just humor myslef that im stupid
stuff another pill down my throat as my psychiatrist is deluded or terrorised
to throw me away
i dont care to fight today
just leave my footsteps behind
another crime i amthat goes ignored
and no noe has time to onvestigate what they cant fathom
of divine intervention
ogfholy demons
and unrighteous people
and i keep crying that noone is brave neought olove me for the death wish their soul knows it truly is
and if i dont get away
if i dont get myself together i end up alone
unbelieved
deluded and confused
lost so you can be amused
another man made miracle of some institute
so WHEN I HIT EM HIGH HIT EM HIGH
the joke im not telling for fear you d lack enough breath youd drop dead
the life im living poetically so one day in your eternity youd understand the compassion and tricks of how i can take your holidays of christams birthday sand easter away
but that leaves me just like a MONSTAR( ithink)
so shine for me
cave into the dream or the nightmare the joke or the layers the fools or the king the riddles or the ome4ns the psychology or the song
string me along with direction
take the wheel
throw me a curve ball so i can change the face of sports which should be open to everybody to cbhallenge the pros with their seasoned teams
to go for the cup and the billion dollar prise
not pro agains tpro i wonder whose gonna win
the dream is colsed and onlyonce in a while they let someone in another way to crush everyone dreams
so OPEN UP
like a can of KORN
undersatnd that they should have three prises three levels three cups
and then challenge the pros with unprofessionals
to change the face of sports
so coaches who are undiscovered who arent already billionaires can have a chance
so people who love spoerts can play on the global field
instead of just a reason to get fit to go to war over how some bible and gfod predicted the world was going to end
cant you see?
its our preplanned hell
and together we make our pre planned ready made escapes
dont fall into the trap of the apocalypse or the omens and curses and prophecies of the bible come true
adnthats why i think sometimes christians want the end so bad
that they are satanists in disguise
im smoking OPIATE again
TRACY CHAPMAN has something to say
WHY?
and no ne cares to be blown away
just ignore it every day
closing the generation gap
i'll never sell my prodigal findings
So we're all TALKING ABOUT A REVOLUTION
and youre surprised that the ants go marching two by two
hahaha
who who who?
have i made history yet
for all the tears ive wept?
have i made it into the books of the future
and you could point at this scene to find me
holding up a book of logic
and a picture of a genie and a dead babie
but i dont get to come back from the grave
just another way to terrorise the politicians and the poverty
the artists with good and bad souls
as i come back again to show the musically ioclined ive caught on to yet another puzzle
and ive seen life through soo many blurred glasses
soo many broken hearts and such disturbing lies of PROPOGANDA
which i wish was a LIMP BIZKIT
whatever that is
an erectile dysfunction
swallowing another dose of
something else to figger
something else to download
another act for man
another dollar to be made
another brigade
another metaphor for a prayer
going ignored
another twoedged
sword
to the game of
can you drive the crazy guy in the middle insane
will he snap?
will he drive someone round the bend
will he save some innocent mind he just left behind to spill the truth that its not you its me
its not you its me
im in the middle im the psychological guineau pig and im playiong to lose
now what woulsd you do if you were in my shoes?
would you get a job?
would you sleep all day?
wopuld you dance in the street?
would you sing along walking down the street?
would you light pornography on fire
in the room of your first highschool ggirlfriends house that got you addicted to speed?
would you run away to some place and pray for the helkp to dissappear of an illusionist called mindfreak?
would you freak or would you shoe?
would you give the mental institute alist of poems you siad that drove you crazy
about poisoning the well
and a political epic of the mayor the lawyyer and the bride
and thern market an online cult who has no idea you have a heart full of TRUTH
as the ants still go marching two by two
to sit on the bus full of people wearing black and white every tuesday as they recreate your reality
to think one day theyre gonna call your bluff throw some rock they commit to in the future
of something for you to foresee
that you might as well tell them to do
is it a rainbow
a dove
a sign that this is the beginning not the end
as you dream your dreams and are given ultiamtums fearfull of scapegoating anyone else to end up just like you
what would you do
write poetry
talk out loud create voices and delusions?
would you swallow their pills?
become a war they fight over because other countriesd ont like how they are manipulating one man?
do you know anyhting of who i areally am?
do you understand my paranoi?
my mistrust?
my hurt my epic my disgust in the world i try to change
like im in a dream within a dream
like im stuck in total recall
lost in the past and the televise the past dream im liivng to chang ethe future they are living that all revolves around me
like im on a space ship and everyone is a robot or an imitation copy and there ar thirteen true enlightened layers
searching for ways to help me
and i lead them from place to place like metaphysical chess
to chang the dream with inthe dream
and the nightmare im humbly living to change the level of the game reality im playing and the one ill wake up to
to find mothing changed
and its another dreamwithia dream to become the next truman show of lies and deceit oif hidden intentions and selfrighteous wars
but the GREENDAY grows bigger
and i dont want to be an AMERICAN IDIOT
i have my own propoganda lost in my own echoes of me
i am my own esoteric seed you have come to love and hate
i am my own controversy im cvreating of rights and wrongs
of cionfusion you need to lead like a nintendo game of strategy of a silent war
i mean come on arent we the genretaion of video games
my life should be a walk in the park
sometimes when youre caught in themiddle and lost in the dark you cant see your own way out
so tell me one directiona ta time
one person at a time
do i go right or left
do i leave or stay
do i jump or crawl
do i duck or sit
do i love or hate
i could sacrifice my free will to you
but lost in this total recall sometimes i think i already did
like im on a hypnotic pill and fed some lie and when i got off the stage at the bar
and the hypnotists i hpnotised with the act of man
ifell into the plan and havent gotten out of the quicksand of the under tow
but am working towards the surprise HOLIDAY
when itall makes sense and they are stillmarching two by two
the ants
the little insects
we can never crush we can never figure out but study
we give them a queen and roles
and they march alone but wish to see them in pairs or threes
how do we get there
where everything goes to where it should be
where everything makes sense
where everything comes together
wehree all thosepeople making problems focus on healing instead of reatliation
when does it come into focus were only hurting ourselves
when will we deserve this surprise holiday we dont see coming we could organise for the sucker patrol and granourselves three times like everytime there is a solar or lunar eclipse
and celebrate it for seven days
but no one knows eeverything is meant to change and iimprove
how one day instead of blowing everything up to end the depression and oppresions
we will have more people and have a four day work week instead of getting no where we will work to live instead of work to pay bills
and go in circles
feed the dream and figure out the right loopholes or fed into the nightaare and keep crying futuristic tears
on APRIL 26 1992
it could have been sublime
i could become the reason we have THREE DAYS GRACE of RIOTS
but the fire in your eyes has gone out
we all need aleader
we all need someone to seperate the good from the bad
and we know there is a punishment for every action
there is a fate for every consequence there is a madman with some other ultimatum
to doctor his artificial macho ego
which is so homo erotic
when heteros should be more hopelesly romantic
why have the ants stopped marching?
where do they go at night?
who feeds them?
what does our vote of buying their cd sand going to their shoes mean?
is the politician really the ruler or is it the musicians and the oppressed poetsw ho inspire them is it the stubborn religions who deny the future change
is it we have everything figured out
and im a time travellor with a message saying nothing
just some other toy for you to discover and play with
that leaves you to discover yourslef
and talking to yourslef
casting shadows
to be second guessed in the eyes of fate
and counterintelligence and control
of selfdefeating behaviour of how they cant control everything but they do and we do
from everything from music to inspiration
from hooker to bums that know to much so we wont give tjhem jobs due to their views
to geniuses and professors living on the streets whoare supposedly insane but obviously enlighrtened who mightone day ask you for change
as they have shaped your mind
makes you think hey?
whose in control?\
the gangs?
the politicians?
the drugs?
the aliens?
the microphones in my teeth?
the implants behind my eyes?
the earwigs in my brain
the insects using my boidy as a host causein gme to go to war so one day they can have the world the way it used to be?
no one knows anything
no one can fathom everything
but it all starts on a PLATEAU
where we all search for NIRVANA
im not doing anyhting wrong
ytoud have to research it first
you dhave to come to the conclusion that im either crazy or right
youd have to crawl off your cross into my mindferame
to witnees to hear
toiunderstand what i have done to you
to hear the son with my name as the title
then you would know
we still sing ballads we still orchestrate organised crime
we still are victims of other peoples desires
rich people can buy many things and sometimes the objects they crraveleave you playing some game you cant get out of but want to crawl away from
something that leaves you enlightened and frightened amused and clueless delerious hurt and serious to become a witness that there must be other victom
so sink the PINK
and write a letter to your dear MR PRESIDENT
because i have opinions
ihave reasons i have dreams others live and will live
ihave conclusions ive drawn
i have a life of torment ive caved into for someone else to feel powerfull
and say see i told you
so so i can be the brigade of
there is a reason bums commit crimes in winter to end up in jail
there sa reason gangters go to jail with ballonns full of drugs in their stoimache for a slap on their wrist to end up selling coke and speed and weed
for high prices
to get threemeals and get rich
to play the game
and i just sin gmy way through it
i just humor myslef that im stupid
stuff another pill down my throat as my psychiatrist is deluded or terrorised
to throw me away
i dont care to fight today
just leave my footsteps behind
another crime i amthat goes ignored
and no noe has time to onvestigate what they cant fathom
of divine intervention
ogfholy demons
and unrighteous people
and i keep crying that noone is brave neought olove me for the death wish their soul knows it truly is
and if i dont get away
if i dont get myself together i end up alone
unbelieved
deluded and confused
lost so you can be amused
another man made miracle of some institute
so WHEN I HIT EM HIGH HIT EM HIGH
the joke im not telling for fear you d lack enough breath youd drop dead
the life im living poetically so one day in your eternity youd understand the compassion and tricks of how i can take your holidays of christams birthday sand easter away
but that leaves me just like a MONSTAR( ithink)
so shine for me
cave into the dream or the nightmare the joke or the layers the fools or the king the riddles or the ome4ns the psychology or the song
string me along with direction
take the wheel
throw me a curve ball so i can change the face of sports which should be open to everybody to cbhallenge the pros with their seasoned teams
to go for the cup and the billion dollar prise
not pro agains tpro i wonder whose gonna win
the dream is colsed and onlyonce in a while they let someone in another way to crush everyone dreams
so OPEN UP
like a can of KORN
undersatnd that they should have three prises three levels three cups
and then challenge the pros with unprofessionals
to change the face of sports
so coaches who are undiscovered who arent already billionaires can have a chance
so people who love spoerts can play on the global field
instead of just a reason to get fit to go to war over how some bible and gfod predicted the world was going to end
cant you see?
its our preplanned hell
and together we make our pre planned ready made escapes
dont fall into the trap of the apocalypse or the omens and curses and prophecies of the bible come true
adnthats why i think sometimes christians want the end so bad
that they are satanists in disguise
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disillusioning both the youth and the supposed wise
disillusioning both the youth and the supposed wise
