Touching From a Distance
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Just who’s in the chair,
To think for me to make me care —
Turn down the TV,
Turn down my pulse,
Control my heart,
The sound’s too much.
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lust watchin’ you -
Tearing strips off just for fun to get a better fit.
All eyes on you — sex induced, the labour proves,
Just watching every drip,
Waiting for you — bought us out to close all doors with broken laws — your laws don’t fit.
It’s all so coldly logical without a trace of fear,
Intentions, mask indifference, built up throughout the years.
Not televised, conceals the motives,
Not waiting for ease,
Till the cancer grows,
Replacing hope and you are the disease.
Just watchin’ you -
Some minor incident -
An instant eyes turn blind,
All eyes in you -
Just some kind of accident,
In God’s name, left behind,
Waiting for you -
Detroying gains,
All lost in vain, but kept in mind — you’re way behind.
Some stranger atrocity commit in silence now,
Not in these times, another world, but it’s so close somehow,
A shattered nerve, for those who serve, the reason lost its way.
In streets of fear and all those here, the internees of hate.
Just watchin’ you — tearing strips off just for fun to get a better fit,
All eyes on you — broken causes, no one knows the real cause, you’re it.
Waiting for you — ultimatum, change it soon don’t eling to every bit — it just won’t fit.
Secret (1978)
He desires love, in some special way,
Against all perversion,
Fed with fruits of decay.
He remembers,
How the guilty have seen,
All the pure but selfish,
Buried deep in his dreams.
He sees a vision in the sky,
Looking down at him,
Calling him by name.
Yeah he sees faces from yesterday,
Of what might have been,
But the past must still remain.
He desires love,
Not some perfect affair,
In hotels of steel and glass,
Just to cross on the stairs,
But he can still see,
All the angels in time,
As his dreams of ecstasy,
Turned to nightmares of crime.
He sees a vision in the sky,
Looking down at him,
How the past will still remain.
Yeah he sees a vision in the sky,
Staring down at him,
He’ll always see the same.
Sure I’ll see you down,
You do for me I did for you,
Cure just takes you down,
We’re down for good that’s understood.
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I can see a thousand wills just bending in the night.
And all the pretty faces painted grey to match the sky,
From a distance seeing friends just washed up on the shore
A picture in my mind of what’s to come before the storm.
In time, we don’t belong in our own lifetime.
I can hear the voices lost in echoes as they build,
New homes to hide the sadness that the search for more had killed,
From a by road seeing friends just washed up on the shore.
Picture in my mind of what’s to come before the storm.
In time, we don’t belong in our own lifetime.
I can feel an emptiness and see heads held in shame,
Trapped inside a legacy of everyone to blame.
In the distance see myself just washed up on the shore,
A picture in my mind of what will come before the storm.
In time, we don’t belong to our own lifetime.
We won’t crawl and never show our faces,
We’ll stand firm and never show the traces,
Of the fear we knew but always could disguise,
Of this sinking feeling hid behind our eyes.
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In the back of my mind,
All I feel is mistrust,
In the back of my mind,
All I see is the dirt,
Segregation of thoughts,
Ideals turning to dust
Where some houses once stood,
Stands a man with a gun,
In some neighbourhood,
A father hangs up his son,
In the back of my mind.
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Don’t think I’d have stayed just for one more day,
It seems so much like home,
No room to go astray,
Don’t think I could watch — with mindless, empty tasks,
Intake moving in, forced to walk a lonely path.
Pictures all around, of how good a life should be,
A model for the rest,
That bred insecurity,
I walked a jagged line and then came back for more,
It’s always in my mind,
An institution with no law.
Day of the Lords (1978)
We won’t forget you on the day of the lords,
When our hearts stopped,
When we put up the boards,
To relax from all this sickness of words,
To escape from the collapse of our worlds.
We won’t forget you, though in violence you go,
As the wheels turned in the theatres below,
An escape from the ends never met,
In apartments with the lives not formed yet.