1. |
Brand New Day
02:41
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Finally it’s fine to open up your mind.
Wireless’s rats, rabbits growing fast!
Much to lose or gain from September rain;
3000 years of television won’t describe the pain.
It’s a Brand New Day
If you won’t find the reasons to ignore,
And it came my way,
Like it did so many times before.
Things you say or do when your mind is true
Take one mistake of evolution to see ‘em clearly through.
Before your master kneel.
Religion in a peel is rotten from within.
But, God, how good it makes you feel!
I never knew the things meant to be.
I never knew that things meant to me:
It’s a Brand New Day
If you won’t find the reasons to ignore,
And it came my way,
Like it did so many times before.
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2. |
24/7
03:20
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Dogs that bark and dogs that bite.
Elementary sounds of night.
Rain is ticking, never stops.
Paints the day with every drop.
I’ve been here and there, and knocked on every door.
I’ve seen you in my dreams, lying naked on the floor.
She waits for me with open arms
Sticking out with all her charms.
24/7 and it’s never dark.
Lying on a blanket out in the park,
Telling me stories of no consequence.
Listens to me preaching with my guitar.
Smiles that reassure me she’s my northern star,
Giving subtitles so I can understand.
Lift a pen; whet a sword.
Do your act to please the Lord.
Move me, thrill me. Don’t come near me.
Take me, shake me. Try to break me.
I’ve been here and there, and knocked on every door.
I’ve seen you in my dreams, lying naked on the floor.
She waits for me with open arms
Sticking out with all her charms.
24/7 and it’s never dark.
Lying on a blanket out in the park,
Telling me stories of no consequence.
Listens to me preaching with my guitar.
Smiles that reassure me she’s my northern star,
Giving subtitles so I can understand.
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You are like morning frosty yawning,
With no sign of tide.
Oft’ have I traveled many places,
With no guide.
Well, if you listen, can you see me?
Are you done for now?
Trust your wits of wisdom; understand me.
Stay around.
You are an angel from above.
You hide the sun.
You are an angel.
From above, you hide the sun.
We can go nowhere we deliver,
But tonight we charge!
Behind what’s inside, can you hear me?
There’s no time.
You are an angel from above.
You hide the sun.
You are an angel.
From above, you hide the sun.
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4. |
Mosquito
02:56
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I know you’d like to see my fall.
Spread like butter on the wall.
Scratch the morning scratch the evening.
With me you’ll never be alone.
Candy! Candy! Lollypop!
Hanging loose without a rope.
Clean your ears and rub your eyes.
Hear the cries!
Paper, scissors, and some glue.
So much that I want to do.
Spread diseases all around.
Here I come again!
Body fluids, stinking swamps.
Rest my balls in smelly bogs.
Two red circles on my wings.
“BUZZ”, I sing.
“Kamikaz-A!“
Paper, scissors, and some glue.
So much that I want to do.
Spread diseases all around.
Here I come again!
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5. |
Suzy 1
03:45
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Fly so high, across the sky.
A clumsy boy, you dare to try.
Such a bitch, I don’t know why.
You make me blind, sand in my eye.
A little girl, a promising child.
Growing up is a long goodbye.
No matter what you’ll surely die,
With so much money between your thighs.
Moored the questions, less reply.
Up and down, back and round.
So much fun to have a gun.
You better hide, you better run.
Suzy won!
And what did you find?
Pleasure and pain together bind.
C’mon, sexy, be so kind.
If it wasn’t you?
Would you mind?
The road of money is the most wind.
I like it more when I’m behind!
Doggy style from nine to five,
And magazines to keep alive.
Glass of wine, a whiskey shot;
It feels so good, and hurts a lot.
Don’t speak too much. Don’t spill your gut.
It’s not the way to work it out.
The normal life demands you shut your eyes, your mouth,
But not your butt.
You may think it’s hard in lifecom dot.
SuzZzy1, one may not.
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6. |
Final Anthem
03:53
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The boat you sail wins races every day.
Confidential meanings.
I have comfort you take with diet pills,
Three times a day.
I believe it will make a change:
Consequented bleeding.
Pardon my heart; welcome my friend.
Please take a chair…
I’m in for the Final Anthem.
I’ll stand still for as long as I have to.
Please don’t cry when the shadow’s upon me.
Just keep me tight, my arms and legs.
Cover my eyes, leather and iron.
Don’t be surprised when I start to plead.
Send my love to the rose in my garden.
Let the dove out of the cage.
Wonderful love, fields of sunflowers,
Each entwirled to the classical music.
Elusive and light is what I am.
In for knives and guns, our canine teeth?
I’m in for the Final Anthem.
You’re in for the best show in town.
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7. |
Seem To Choke
03:34
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Hard earned, wasted moment, making room
For a deep sarcastic feeling of betrayal.
Now we’re ten to one and growing;
We’re outnumbered but prevail.
Radio waves and phone lines
Remote controls you all the way.
Words and empty meanings, all in vein;
For the screams of hungry children are disdained.
Now I fear the war is not over,
Nor is it closer to the end.
Bombs and knives are hopeless,
Only corruption to defend.
Where did we go?
When did the fear grow? No one knows.
Oh Mother, help me lift the rock;
I Seem To Choke.
I go with the flow; they reap what I sow.
So, how come the confusion grows?
Our weapons all drawn, with rocks, and with stones.
Oh please excuse us for we wish you all to choke.
There’s so much to blow wherever we go,
So, how come the confusion grows?
Where did we go?
When did the fear grow?
We come with rocks and with stones, with fire in bones.
So, how come the confusion grows?
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8. |
Far Too Long
02:58
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Easy wasted afternoon; the day is soon to fall.
I had a visit from the man; his voice I still recall.
He went on and on – of righteous ways.
He went on and on – of how we should pray.
He went on and on – of the salvation day.
He had many things to say.
Then he stopped.
I could hear that he choked from his tears.
You got it all wrong!
By turning wood to stone!
With such a lousy song!
Forgiven, Far Too Long!
More than few remain untrue;
The others are wired, barbed.
I had a trip around the zoo to see our great grandpa.
He went on and on – of sleepless nights.
He went on and on – of moral rights.
He went on and on – of fear of heights.
He chewed more than I could bite.
Then he jumped on a three
And he started to preach.
You got it all wrong!
By turning wood to stone!
With such a lousy song!
Forgiven, Far Too Long!
Pretty face came instead,
Since McCartney was dead.
You won’t get far – Not more than sixty four.
You won’t get far – Not more than second floor.
You won’t get far – It’s not like years before.
You won’t get far – What’s all this music’s for?
You won’t get far – You’ve missed the sailing ship.
You won’t get far – No more fields to rip.
You won’t get far – You’re digging all too deep.
You won’t get far – Our keeper fell asleep!
You won’t get far – You got it all wrong!
You won’t get far – By turning wood to stone!
You won’t get far – With such a lousy song!
You won’t get far – Forgiven, Far Too Long!
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9. |
Purple Sands
03:44
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Conceive me, Oh, Mother Science:
A father of bones and dust, a child of an old alliance.
A baby was born on Mars, restricted by laws of flying.
Gravity is all we have.
Not a day goes by we’re not dying;
Not a day goes by we don’t last;
Behind me red mountains lying; before me the promised land.
Above me no birds are flying; a desert of Purple Sands.
In this world of dwarfs and giants,
Behind the white glass and mask, we dig in the ground.
We must find it.
Old questions we need to ask.
Where the others walk, I’m lying.
I can never fit to stand.
Will it be our fall or triumph?
Are we in trusted hands?
Beginners of tragic ends?
Are we the remains of man?
The silence of Pantomine, the evergreen, will not last.
When we say we’re okay, we are lying in waiting for the blast.
We pray to you, Mother Science, when our little earth is done.
We ask for your love and guidance to help us consume this one.
It’s another hopeless battle; we lost it before the start.
Yet a shadow hides the marvel: the sound of a beating heart.
Where the others walk, I’m lying.
I can never fit to stand.
Will it be our fall or triumph?
Are we in trusted hands?
Beginners of tragic ends?
Are we the remains of man?
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10. |
Tumbling Down
03:46
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I dreamed that I saw the world keep Tumbling Down.
High above the sky, with naked eyes, I watched the cries.
Head. Head-by-head, we count the dead to stay well fed.
Lies, suits and ties. Behind blue eyes, the darkness.
Rise!
I’m standing here, getting ready for what lies in your eyes.
I’ll try to keep calm, hold my passions deep inside.
Then I might.
Come jump with me. Into my ocean we must dive.
Will you survive my naked need finding pleasure in the tears?
In the fears?
Man. ahead we plan, 2010 mornings end.
Soon we’ll take the moon.
Hot air balloons to float around.
I’m standing here, getting ready for what lies in your eyes.
I’ll try to keep calm, hold my passions deep inside.
Then I might.
Come jump with me. Into my ocean we must dive.
Will you survive my naked need finding pleasure in the tears?
In the fears?
Son, you are the one.
Where did it all begin for me?
War and mongery,
Bloody victory.
Love.
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Pantomine Israel
A record containing prophetic warnings left to Mother Earth about the end days, along with the experiencing of pre- and post-
apocalyptic conditions (involving love, war, and learning how we might live).
Pantomine's BOUND, best described as a post apocalyptic musical monument to human kind as it writes its fate along future history pages..
Members: Guy Zagron,Guy Gonen,Itamar Fintzi,Oded Melchner
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