The World Is Gonna End Tonight I think you need a little helping hand to get you back in line, don't think I don't know you're stranded. I don't believe in a personal God: how come, when he says he loves me, he makes me ugly? I got it from good source, say your prayers and goodbyes, the world is gonna end tonight. I hope your friends have gotten over this, I know when you got troubles you just tell it like it is. It's not the same for The Man Without Heart, he just sits around while the room falls apart. It just goes to show but not by a long sight, that the world is gonna end tonight. I know that it's hard but no, we’re not stuck with a lotta determination and a bit of luck we'll just wrestle eachother to the break of day and then I'll give up, and that's OK and then we'll stay together for fifty-odd years, but not quite 'cause the world is gonna end tonight. we’re on a bed, never slept upon we’re on a bed, never slept upon we’re on a bed, never slept upon we’re on a bed, never slept upon we’re on a bed, never slept upon we’re on a bed, never slept upon back to top Car, Backseat, Parking Lot Cardinal's dress as red as dye, smells like death but don't ask why. Here we are on the attic floor, we could swim to sea but not back to shore. Car, backseat, parking lot, we didn't do much but it cost a lot. Glass half empty, as good as full, it's like a magnet, feel it pull. The ink on the pages as blue as the sea, tastes like cigarettes: tastes like me. Bruises on a face all black and blue, it tastes like blood, it tastes like you. I'll tell you all about the birds and the bees, the crying rocks and the laughing trees. But all those words won't make you mine, that thought my dear is worse than dying. back to top In Want Of Something Monday, back to school life is boring without rules. Tuesday going out, all you gotta do is shout li-li-lililili Wednesdays meet the guys, meeting girls is also nice. Thursdays see a show all you gotta do is let me know. Let me know. We go, from nothing, back to nothing. In want of something we fear the coffin. Fridays, stay up late, tell me 'bout the stuff you hate dance to me in that dress you love saturdays are dull enough li-li-lililili oh li-li-lililili We go, from nothing, back to nothing, and in want of something we fear the coffin We go, from nothing, back to nothing. And, in want of something, we fear the coffin. Monday, back to school life is boring without rules. Tuesday, see a show, all you gotta do is let me know. Please let me know. back to top O! Delusions Do you remember back when you were just thirteen years old? Smoking cigarettes, out in the park, with all the cool kids. O, delusions bear themselves out, make you feel better. Please admit this: all that you wanted never really happened. But it was just like you were there, it was just like you were there. And those girlfriends you used to own, did they come through? So-called best friends you used to have, did they come through? O, delusions bear themselves out, make you feel better. Please admit this: all things considered life's not like recess. But it was just like you were glad it was just like you were glad And it was just like you were glad and it was just like you were glad. back to top The Road To Rome Is there any way to get home? Is there any way to get home before I die on the road to rome? O, I want to go home. Don't you leave me behind. Don't you leave me behind, our plotlines have gotten too intertwined. Don't leave me behind. Don't leave me behind! Is there anyway to get back? Is there anyway to get back before I stop stone dead in my tracks? O, I want to get back. Is there any way to rewind? Is there any way to rewind, erase the trace of cruel mankind? O, I want to rewind, I want to rewind! The road to rome is hard to take, but think of where we are and think of all the time it took to drag your weary heart, oh. First I broke, then I paid. First I sinned, then I prayed and saw the error in my ways “O, repent the next day!” Can I turn a blind eye? Can I turn a blind eye before I close this heart of mine? I'll turn a blind eye, and shutter my mind. We're waiting on the other side, come join the grey-clad choir. Draw out your frozen bones tonight and warm them by the fire. The road to rome is hard to take, but think of where we are and think of all the time it took to drag your weary heart, to drag your weary heart, to drag your weary heart. back to top Dawn, And A Newly Hatched Damselfly Dawn, And A Newly Hatched Damselfly Before you know it goes to show it’s never easy come and go. Before you know it goes to show it’s never easy come and go. back to top On The Beach Of Hanalei Her son he was a surfer on the beach of Hanalei. And she plays the piano at a jazzclub everyday, just to have that simple kick to just sit down and play. And this is the question that she asks herself day and night: “Oh! Tell me right now, I've forgotten the meaning of life, Oh! Why-I? Why-I? Why-I? Why?” His body washed up on the shore, the salt had made him dry. “He died from shock” the morgue man said but she knew well he lied. “Sharks don't go for human meat so that's not how he died” So this is the question that she asks herself day and night: “Oh! “Talk to me, god of mourning, am I doing this right? Oh! What good am I-I? What good am I-I? What good am I-I? What good am I-I?” The water turned a bloodred hue and crimson foamed the waves. A surfer's life was taken here the beach of Hanalei. “Why-I? Why-I? Why-I? Why? Why-I? Why-I? Why-I? Why?” back to top Algorithms And so I see, the Universe reveals itself to me. Another day: step down from the cross and walk away. It came to me, followed me around for prophecies. It took my words so far beyond their meaning that it hurt. And if you’ll ‘Talk Of Leaving’ I’ll ‘Promise I Can Change’ Take off my crown of thorns and shave my face You speak, I see the algorithm coded into me. Tonight, our turn: we won’t know what we’re worth unless we burn. The railroad tracks are singing a children’s lullaby an Algorithm hid until we die. And if you’ll ‘Talk Of Leaving’ I’ll ‘Promise I Can Change’ Take off my crown of thorns and shave my face From my loins, my seed: creatures great and small now take my lead I changed my mind, Fell down on my knees and prayed for sightlessness. back to top Trouble In The Engine Room Tell me that you love me, dear, I’d love to see you lie. Tell me what it’s all about and look me in the eye. Fire in the atmosphere and lights up in the sky. Trouble in the Engine Room for The Man Who Would Be Fine: Heavier hearts never turn up late. It’s back to the start, I’m pounding at the Gates of Hell. Trouble in the Engine Room for The Man Who’s Never There. Give it time, that’s all we’ve got left to spare. Tell me that you love me, dear, I’d love to see you lie. Tell me what it’s all about and look me in the eye. One above and one below closing in on me. The great and small of everything: an Entropology. Always on time, never running late: that’s all that I’m not, I’m pounding at the Gates of Hell. back to top New Kids In Town Come on up above the ground, come and hear that brand new sound. Come one, come all and take a bow, say hi to the New Kids In Town. If you've got a point to make, come and say it to my face. I'll bring you down onto the ground, we'll see who's got a big mouth now. We're all dancing to a tune: it's hip, it's fast, it's sharp, it's new. Life is tough, you're outta luck if you can't seem to keep up. It's just the flipside of the same old coin. It's just the Fruit of The Madman's Loins, Li-li-li Come on up above the ground, come and hear that brand new sound. Come one, come all and take a bow, say hi to the New Kids In Town. A variation to the same old tune. Don't tell us what we can or cannot do, Li-li-li Give it time. (xforever) back to top The Underside Even though it’s two miles up ahead, we’ll camp down here and rest instead of going on, but we’re going on. The gallows will be swinging low, we’ve still got time left even though it won’t be long, Oh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh the Underside. I’ve got Red Skies comin’ up my way, ‘cause all of this will end today. It’s bad timing, for a steady climb. And soon this town will turn to dust, the morning dew will turn to rust, it’s about time. Oh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh the Underside, Oh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh the Underside. And now the question still remains which side loses, which side gains a grain of sand, that is, time. Tonight this town will turn to dust the morning dew will turn to rust, it’s about time so take a side. I guess it all boils down to whether you can cope with stormy weather in a cup, a hefty task. And whether worlds end overnight, they might just not or they just might, don’t even ask. Oh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh the Underside, Oh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh the Underside, Oh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh Oh-Oh-Oh the Underside. back to top Car, Backseat, Parking Lot (reprise) So strange how childhood hurts don’t mend, we’ll all be stuck with them till the end. Adulthood’s got it’s own fair share, believe me we’re still getting there. The past is a branch that just won’t bend, so strange how childhood hurts don’t mend. Cardinal’s dress is ribbon red, “Some things should never have been said”. I’ll tell you all about the birds and the bees, the Burning Bush and the Pharisees. Now there’s cold hands upon your head, Cardinal’s dress is crimson red. back to top Warpaint The end of everything is near and I still can’t get this tune out of my head. The songs we played and all we thought that was real was just a ruse to keep us sane. The city broods its end with magnetic lights, it takes its time to move a pawn. The neon streets envelop cops on patrol ‘Don’t move or breathe till come the dawn’. ! ! I’m wearing warpaint, ! ! already bloodstained. already bloodstained. The city lights bend day and night as they please, dark purple straight from eighties films. The life machine will still go on when we’re gone, but the captain goes down with his ship. ! ! I’m wearing warpaint, ! ! already bloodstained. already bloodstained. Houses upon houses and stores upon stores an Entropology ignored. (x4) ! ! I’m wearing warpaint, ! ! already bloodstained.(x4) back to top (Entropology) I’ve got my veins tangled up, you see, and now my skin is a tapestry. Erect a wall only to wreck it down, I wear opinions like a wedding gown. And not much left for me to explain, if all goes well you won’t see me again. And now a sun is setting on a town “I won’t be back but I will be around”. A sudden (feeling) takes me, I’m waiting here, just waiting, The ferryman is coming, his hand held out for coin. “I wanna thank you for the backlash, it’s taken up my afternoon.” I’m waiting at the station, there’s fresh blood on the tracks. there’s fresh blood on the- An empty shell is where his head once stood. He drove a car once but he dented the hood. And even warcries that he used to do, they turn to grey like the songs he used to do. His legs were aching and his hands were shaking, he heard a snap and knew his will was breaking. “Don’t fear the end because you won’t be here anymore, you’ll have to face the fact you will be right before, though.” The Old Ways are outdated, get ready for The New, we’re grappling with the logic of all we once held true. A break on the horizon for science and the truth, there’s no right way of telling which is which or who is who. A sudden (feeling) takes me, I’m waiting here, just waiting, The ferryman is coming, his hand held out for coin. “I wanna thank you for the backlash, it’s taken up my afternoon.” I’m waiting at the station, there’s fresh blood on the tracks. (x2)