Nobody's on level with his ideals all the time For we all pull away Some, with northen grudge at heart cast dreams upon the shore With a thespian crawl Fighting for the peace Barring doors to keep them open Idle minds in backlight Ideal minds in foresight Isolated in crass display Envy laid the ground for some to score on other's work They are desperate saints Now in wake of aggradation noone really cares With the granted means Granted room to live Draining blood to keep it flowing Idle minds in backlight Ideal minds in foresight Isolated in crass display Wonders, how can we feed the nature of the goodwill? Wonders, how can we feed the hungry on the downhill? Wonders, how we all ended up in charge of your mill Powers, it wasn't enough to gaurantee your dinners So there is call for us to hold on to our ideals Give us your body and we'll grant you right to it Catch him while he's sad, he will build you a pad Thus we cannot mould the gold for all, why mould at all? Daily bread is enough Taxing means to build Tying hands to keep them working Idle minds are paramount Ideal minds are paramount Isolated in each recount One is down by noon, all will fall out for the common Everyone's assured noone fails with good intentions One's quest of life is another's bell to freeload

He's white like you and sure condemns the piglets unheard at night So if his hat can shade you from the unsung truth, you laud him loud And if he fails and dies, like Jesus he can rise to stun the crowd And you believe them as they say you're soon to be a failure deep And that it's okay for as long he's there to sing your soul to sleep He tells about how you can't lose if someone's there to see you weep There is a truth, and then it's yours and then it's mine alright But when we try to tell it, we know it's not really right And everytime I try, you shudder and withdraw in fright You shun the light He's very clear on telling how the lights have not been on for years He guards the lambs in growing up only to raise their low-life fears so that his lines can endure all throughout their wine induced night tears There was a youth, and there was yours and there was mine alright But when we try compare it, we'll just end up in a fight And you would only rest upon his shoulder in belief he's in the right I see but I can't believe, touch but I can't feel I hear you but know you reflect a world I never knew Is there a meaning with demi-gods cleaning the sight of a street daily walked on? I want you to show me so that I can show you Glad that I found you but sad that you're still to find me Your anthems are off-tune, to please the content loon On monday reset, proceed careless I thought among the others you were not an easily led Perhaps you never understood a single word I said It's easy to suspect the ones who never tried to get to your bed You never really knew what I was up to Never took my word for it when hearing about my world But if you ever should remember one thing, then remember this: You're in there too Have you ever caught a baby trying to peek under you skirt? Well, that is what will happen as he tells how it will hurt And cheers to drink his summer from an hourglass for grand dessert Show me that you are the angel you try hard to look like Get down from that white horse, noone sees you when you hitch-hike City gents complain how they'll never play the parlours of their scorn They've made all the clubs, drunk all your drinks, wet all your loo seats There, a script to which you can apply to be extolled And for once a truth his guru cashed in on when coining our youth Quit pretending you care to feel what's beside good looks You don't want it for real; good measure applies from books Well, I'll say it straight to your faces; indeed, you're all vouge sore kooks So, have you got the mind enough to think outside the box? And have you got the heart enough to rise above the rocks? I bet you think I preach as well, but then you're wrong, I'm just like you Dawn feeds a beauty in a world noone cared for Noon deals with all things woe and cried at by your cross Evening assures you that we're bound to keep trying Night comes on down just to hide your every tear So, I couldn't bear to leave you here only to conceal your life There's a world still to be mirrored in the poet's lines where all is revealed, where truth is for real Where all can concieve of what we really think and feel So, will you come or will you stay by that preacher? Stay by the sorrow and listen to his fears? Or finally tomorrow find truth in all these tears?

Pictures of yesterday, pictures of true decay Pictures accounting for reasons to believe that it's okay Leave where you once begun Leave, make it all undone Leave like you did when you finally decided I was done Missing out the world in a vague vision it will never bloom Keeping quite a way from all things real just in case it might spoil the dream Tell me scram Tell it to my face I'm not your kind Send me back to where I never knew the one I lost Tell me scram Tell it to my face I'm dead and gone Don't sit up and wait behind the door you closed before Noone is taught today what is the proper way to show who's on your side Say now what you said yesterday Pictures have tricked them all, through this here wicked fall So they believe it's good Wrong, it can be right if noone hears you Hope you have a good time like it turned I'm not welcome there Love's a bunch of songs that noone will hear If you really care, leave him there Tell me scram Tell it to my face I'm not your kind Send me back to where I never knew the one I lost Tell me scram Tell it to my face I'm dead and gone Don't sit up and wait behind the door you closed before

Thoroughly considered Carefully decided to be fit to the model of aligned means and ends Cause and effect, outcome prearranged Look at the equations as they sum up too well Pure oscillation, quantum precognintion Feeling good or bad or anyhow the quarks decide So noone ever change, they only flow along At the faculty of (public sponsoring) philosophers and physicians settled a common case: Since every quark is constituted of the waves excited by past events, our life is no different from the dead So what you really say is that I'm a case, an inanimate device Couldn't it be like our very human nature constitutes of a reasoning and a concious stream? I cannot grasp the notion of a programmed mind Would it state why I chose to turn up late? Or why she passed then, and why my heart raced by her sight Then it's preordained, me asking her out You're starting to conceive - It's purely quantum leap This discovery rejects our human soul That foul old idea that you can choose your own goal Suddenly everyone got meaning to their life It proved as though the meaning was only casuality I'm a leaf in the wind I'm a stone down the hill My act is an outcome of everything else And everyone all around merely react to me The purpose at hand is matter, not sense Turned to a nihilist Not a motive in use, humanism I refuse Newly born determinist Anything that I do, it has always been due Don't know what I see, don't know where to be All I know is that everything that I render is just one big illusion Good to know that it's all free from valuation The cold is the hard is the only regard Heisenberg got it down to a random decree So all that you know is a yield of the quark Turned to a fatalist Anyone up for bet that the future is set? A true existentialist What I am I am not, I'm an ego in a plot Don't know if you're there, or if I even care All I know is that everything I want to be is just one big delusion Say what you will but we're going down Say what you will but we're going down But just this morning, when I chose between the sandwich and the bun - equal outcome, equal worth Then how could the subatomic orbits of shuffling strings reach for the ham and cheese? Parallel universe where the time can reverse? And then she came to me Could I really imply anything to her eye? Matter in congruence Or a concious mind examining the find? - I'm in distress I've got to string together casuality and freewill to make sense out life - That's what you did right now, the cause was your working mind You mentioned it earlier, it's our nature to think like the stone is to sink - Oh my god, you're right Though I'll fail my degree if I claim that I am free I will do, and if I don't I will still be the master of me So let's go out tonight If there is no tomorrow our teacher was right And thus we might as well skip our class in the morning, and blame the quantum might

Half a league, half a league onward All in the death valley steep 'Charge for guns', he sent the light brigade A six and a hundred down for to leap the ones to kill 'Don't slow down, the numbers will prevail the quest for peace and freedom' 'Guns don't kill unless we do' With sergeant's vow echoing in their heads The league sets down the valley of death Sabres bare flashing in the sun Same old sun still guarding over their homes All to know is a battle fought to show what comes around when things go wrong and out of hand 'Forward, Light Brigade!' Was there a man dismayed? Not though the soldier knew someone had failed There's no reply, there is no reason why There's nothing here to do but die And in the valley the cannons all surrounded They volleyed and thundered, stormed with shot and shell And boldly they rode and well Noone ever knew Apart from that they were the crew to cease the fire by fireing on command And though it's burning more wildly than ever The fuel's not ever taken away Glory high, the more the number died A brave myth to retell the kids back home Heroes end, they gave in under the flag The valley doesn't care whoever is within reach for lead Who can tell with justice in their hearts and freedom in their minds Their wives and kids who shared their sun 'I'm sorry ma'am, he's never coming home' 'He owned up for the valley of death' Calleth calm truce, cometh cold fire Whereever the barrels aim The jaws of hell are chewing through the flesh into the bone A holy sacrifie, a divine mean hears no cry One life is but a smokestack in the sky And there in the valley, one battle none can win The purpose high went down when all of them died

Sight of the season As the springlight turns on the guidance to where I'm yet to go The greatest of reasons Endless beauty withholds every turn to a common goal Light of the reason But the rain dimmed the chance for a green scented rendezvous Sun wakes the early as he finds an excuse to rebuild his recent bower The seasons were drawn with a lady arriving with dawn But the vision remains a reminder of yearning all the while she gets unto the path Edge of the woodland There has always been nymphs where the untouched forest begun The sprite as the fiddler hanging round for a chance to play out his sincere adoring The meadows unfold and the sun will be warming the cold And the vision remains a reminder of yearning all the while she gets unto the path I recall the scenery A delayed winter laid down when a lady crossed right through the hall with blossom undone Any word all yet to conjure Any tune all yet to play So I could not really hope to raise expressions for display When the moon is on a mean streak and the lightpole sheds its beam the undressing of our buckled brains reveals inner dreams Then a sudden encounter yielded signs for all to see And I dared not think such beauty could ever apply to me What's the trigger for the ones who never needed confirmation? Give me a forest where act is derived from a reason Prolonged youth seasoned with guidance Fear of ending all the readings Hers is a digest, mine is an expired edition Still a fiddler entertaining looking for an audience Then for a moment of glow Could it really be true that she set for the show? I don't mind the desert if the night oasis yielded water Though when the trees trade their room, I can't take how it's growing So much for a show of hearts The room is friendly - temporarily Noone could tell if she's ever sincere with her smile Though, I'm sure if I could make it last I would rewrite the past Is it a fall when the dreams of the night always seem to lead back to her sight? So, the sun may be warming the cold But it won't ever show what I'm told So the vision remains a reminder of yearning all the while she gets unto the path Sight of a season But the season denied any more reasons to abide So, on with the treason of the heart trying to clear out the reasons of her beside

Keep your head off any common duty Get the worries out and fill it plenty It's a time without any tomorrow Here to keep the crowds within the streets For once again a full moon walpurgis There's no place for thinking or reflecting while the dazing shroud enforce oblivion They were clever to redden enough days to remain in charge when crowds turn on and drop out under a full moon Then wake up in the noon sun blazing in through bottles and recalled turn-offs The week is closing in And you wonder how to endure So it goes, a measured way of taming too concerned minds and arouse acclaiming through the roots of fasioned douse affection Everyone otherwise by their sense dropping out under a full moon walpurgis

A beautiful morning I wish I could share it with someone as lovely as this That someone is you Gently warming Sunshine that pledges of hope while the mist and the dew return the day to you Yet so deceiving Never so bright and inviting as the morning is due, as beautiful as you Hanging around, trying to find an excuse to make clear what I feel and maybe even arouse But the night has let me down And I hope the morning never comes until you're here beside For I cannot stand the phony vow of a day of lover's bloom over which the sun will rise and shine Enlightened forebodings I wish I could care for all beauty But the one thing I do admire is you But it's hurting, knowing your morning commenced by another horizon that I will never reach Tell me, how does it feel knowing sunshine is always there for you Knowing that your happiness is due? Tell me, how does it feel being the one? Being cared for like no other if I could only get the chance? Shall I tell how it feels to be knowing that the sun will never shine sincerely like it seemed to do? Shall I tell that the one sun is you? No matter how the night is lingering, you bring the light (But) The sun has let me down And I know it will not rise again until you're here beside I won't live down the phony vow of a day of lover's bloom over which the sun will shine And your beauty makes me cry in that I know you're not around If you ever will be mine I'd make the morning scenery come true in that the day will breath of everlasting love (I hate that I love you so much that I wish that I hated you like I hate myself for loving you so much)

Fall is loosening ties of past bloom The rain has paved the ways of treasons cold No warmth in the sun, no distance run Again the pain that comes with love unfolds Look past the drunk nights where I can't afford your heart Mine is so cheap right now, I don't even know where to start Those who look for the edge of time, I could reveal it It's now, I don't know how to proceed from here Dreams that'll never grow past my front door Outside the roads lead firmly to nowhere Since I found out I held no candle from the start once again for all to see there is no purpose for my heart She's like the sky above, under which all is love She's like the seeds I sow to make the whole world bloom Last of the flowers left, so pure and beautiful Though, when the night broke down she left with but a void Island, what have you done to my recent desire? Friday band, have you met my recent rival of July? Torched hand, how they turned the night so dire and real So I think of you, baby, and your consorting ideal Angel, did you descend to show me how to feel? Or to leave once you paved the way for what my heart concealed? Great thoughts how confessions would finally revive I would die for you if you only had left me alive Though I found out I held no candle from the start once again for all to see you are the purpose for my heart Fall is lingering, smothering my garden The sky she painted crumbled by the fence It's not september moons or cold afternoons that keep her eyes from brighten where she goes I know her garden well, she cannot hide from tell how things are golden even in the darkest hour I know that I'd provide, but yet I'm forced to hide Waiting to bring the light and make her flower grow Island, what have you done to my recent desire? Friday band, have you met my recent rival of July? Torched hand, how they turned the night so dire and real So I think of you, baby, and your consorting ideal Angel, did you descend to show me how to feel? Or to leave once you paved the way for what my heart concealed? Great thoughts how confessions would finally revive I would die for you if you only had left me alive So, I've no choice now but to stay aside and wait If tomorrow will ever come I hope I'm not too late Just one time, to sing my love without the thickness of the air without the grand despair of the night when she brings all the light I could ever need to fill my heart with life Just one time, to hear my love returned with all the luck they say and for what I have prayed in the night, on a quest for the light I would die for her to bring the love to life

Turning mills have brought me down for good Yes, it's understood I don't belong here I never really grasped your plan Yes, indeed I am mistakenly raised here The wrong side of the plot along the line of space and time Your rock'n roll is trite, your wines are flat You're all one big letdown Your world is not enough for the knowledge laid before you I hear the calls each time I frown: "You're square and out of time" Meanwhile they sport their edges, and hence their squared old hedges You're said to care, but won't beware of noone but yourselves So, I turn away from you, and you, and you... I don't know wether back or forth, downward or up There is no casuality, backward or forth There's a crack in reality, stretching ahead There's a feeling that I concieve realms of the dead When the light carries all we see and understand and it won't catch a refugee drifting off-hand there's a warp in his travelogue and in the route Noone will ever comprehend, visions dilute In a trans-dimensional tunnel of years He caught sight of an ancient hoax, fuelling our fears There is no way to get it down for to be read Would they ever believe it all, through what he said? How could time not enforce a route through universe? How could multiple directions (never resolved) ever be when they won't affect facts of our time? We don't buy that he ever went off to insight Oh, I can't even wait to tell what I have found A complete tale of everything, down to the ground In the slice we are living in, laying between a line of equally profound everythings So, we no longer have to be bound to our time No judging of our difference, no further crime No need to hangaround and wait for what is mine Transcendental integrity is now aligned Speeding, drifting, warping, freezing, seeing nothing Hearing everything, though lonely Shut outside from time and space as we have known it Exceed the speed of light only to feel alone again Reaching, touching, sensing, feeling, almost, still not Clearly longing, repent leaving Hoped to clear the sights of dream reality The price I'd have to pay exceeds all gain we could reclaim So, I'll never understand your plan 'cos indeed I am inside it all The vision of reality, it was marred since eyes are real as well Meanwhile, I drift along outside your slice and watch And dream, to tell...

The day hours are shrinking Dazzling turn gleaming And the rays of the sun are well done heating up the ground The mist of the morning carving our breaths into halos of clouds, emphasized by the chill How many miss out delights of bringing life to fall Preoccupied by mourning the sultry cloak of noonsun Watch the monochrome green hedgerows turn ginger and cherry Don't you wish our mother nature resting in the snowy bed All pursuits are down to where we're led The street of the dim lamps School days all over again And the burn of firewood perfumes your sight along the lane A walk in the parklane framed by ageing briars Fully seasoned by the apples leaves surrounding all her hair How many miss out delights of bringing life to fall Preoccupied by mourning the sultry cloak of noonsun Watch the monochrome green hedgerows turn ginger and cherry Don't you wish our mother nature resting in the snowy bed The premature night air runs to my head Ginger evening sky Can't help wonder why people turn it down

You say you want a friend You say it like you mean it well But still you don't repent what you've done You say you are a friend and thusly one on whom I should depend But still you just pretend All these winks and faint remarks and moves and words of seeming care How d'you ever think I could let go of you standing right there? Now I'm done, I have paved your way to the one you claim will save your day What do you need me for now? What can I do for you now? Am I still in there somehow? You should know, I'll be waiting though I seem to be hating While I'm gone you are always in my heart It's no easy deal when you find yourself concealing a growing sense of bitterness and woe Do you know the pain of having to ignore the one you love? If I didn't care I would be there All this time so cleverly blind you walked right past with love off mind Once I fled your mind you seized your chance for some easier find Still you will appear in my dreams and float along my inner streams So I won't even say goodbye I will stand and wait and hope you will see why So, if what you say is true - how can you still put me through this endless yearning for you? I'm now on terms, with how you let me down and left me cold Unconcernedly, cheeply sold for a moment of endorsement on demand It's not love that you're in for It cried at your front door Your deceit will remain forever more