TRACKS
The Center
of the Circle
We're playing the minds of the universe
in form and in order, in light and peace.
For life... the circle and one.
The center of the circle
The center of your mind
is where we'll be
is where we'll be
revolution surrounding me
revolution surrounding me
Music and the wheel... remember how to heal.
Our souls cannot see the reality
and far from us,
we stop the changes and the flow.
Rebel against ourselves
and what is right we know.
Look at the Ice
Look at the ice
you are walking on.
Is it firm? Is it
able to withstand?
Break through a
small hole that you will know
the depth of a
groundless command.
Notice the glasses
you're looking through.
Are they borrowed,
not right for your eyes?
Remember, be sure
from all points of view
of the absolute
truth, not the lies.
Discoveries made
alone from within
will lead you away
from all vice.
Groundlessness
never a truth will tell
that it's easy to
look at the ice.
Believing
Yes, God and pain
go together
lock and chain.
It's a life of
refrain
that takes you
away.
It's not too far
from where you
are.
You've been there
in your mind;
and confusion's
left behind.
You're in control.
Believing is
uncertain
Believing is so
vague
Believing is a
magic
when you're sure
it's you
that is believing.
Clean house of
believing,
air out and
unlearn
all that's inside.
Take out your
feelings.
Clean air to find
truth.
Primal Scenes
It all began the
day I was borne.
The day I was
borne, I fell out on the
pavement of life.
It was a primal
scene, of religious means,
in the darkest
stream of society.
They cut me like a
knife.
The system moved
in
and took my soul
away.
The structure of
my innocence
is missing to this
day.
Primal scenes! No
privacy!
Primal scenes are
killing me.
They taught me to
step on some feet,
on some feet on a
faraway street,
to kill to get
ahead.
That was not my
dream.
It could not have
been
that the way's
obscene.
It's a terrible
dream.
I'm filled with
dread.
It's too hard to
cope
lost hope, no
justice.
The child inside
is trying to hide from me.
Release (the Heat)
The final hour has
been spent.
My final fortune
has been lent.
I'm weakening, I
can't feel.
The hands of time
do not heal.
It is the time for
a release.
Release the
heat... in me.
It is so hard to
let it be.
I must let go,
it's burning me.
Release this
heat... in me.
Nine o'clock's
gone, but it's the one
drawing me near to
find my peace.
Give me release!
Oh please!
The last
acceptance is denied
and from myself I
cannot hide.
I can't go back to
drinking
although my
spirit's sinking.
Just this last
time, let me be weak.
I Am Moved
I am just the same
as you;
we are all the
same,
bur really, what
am I? What am I?
You are here, but
where are we?
What is the reason
that we are alive today?
How should I treat
you?
Should I laugh at
you or should I cry
for you to soothe
me?
I am moved. I am
moved... by you.
Why am I here?
What am I really?
I should know,
my intuition tells
me all the time,
but I don't
listen, no I don't.
I know there is a
reason
and a purpose for
my being.
These desires are
my weaknesses, I know.
I have a special
eye. So, what am I?
I am the sky and
you are the clouds that are in me.
I am moved. I am
moved... by you.
Towers of People (Towers of Eyes)
It's a regression
-
traveling back in
my mind.
My child is the
victim,
the way I can't find
(teach me).
Comes to the
world,
empty hand, empty
heart
below old
people...
Who needed me
then?
Who needs me now?
Towers of people
become towers of
eyes.
I am weak-hearted.
I can never rise
in anyone's eyes
above the terrible
height
of those cruel, cruel,
dark towers.
When towers of
people (take it away)
try to control me
(make it go away)
do not console me
(why do I fear?)
when I am so near
(near to my bed)
Regret and worry
play with my mind.
They're so unkind.
They're always
playing (playing a game)
just playing a
game
driving me mad
(those particular days)
when all isn't
well (towers of eyes!)
Towers of people
are giving me
hell.
Revelations
I don't believe
any more than anyone.
I can't believe
what's been going on.
I can't explain my
believing to you.
Those excuses are
nothing new.
It's not an easy time
to live right.
You've been blind,
now possess insight.
Understand what I
believe to be true.
Revelations don't
come out of the blue.
Black is darkest
and white is bright,
but the world is
really not so right.
In the context of
day and night,
it's the darkest
before the light.
Revelations come
to me.
Open my eyes so I
can see.
Let the truth come
clear to me.
It's a promise
that will come to be.
Revelations in my
face
no cloud-like
vagueness or empty space.
Reality close in
on my time.
(It) gives me the
start to my uphill climb.
I am seeing a
clearer me.
I have seen the
brightest light.
Faith that lives
inside is deep -
a purer vision;
the highest height.
Mind Guerrillas
Street theatre -
the military of your mind;
fighting for God
when you fall behind.
Your heart He'll
seize -
cleanse your
disease and sinner's dream.
Get on your knees
and pray
that His will be
done.
It's an inner war,
temptation's on.
Satan's dead and
Christ has won.
Mind guerrillas
fight when you're weak.
Listen to Jesus;
let Him speak to
your heart.
Let Him speak to
your heart.
Street people, bow
and listen to His word.
Guerrillas are the
ones who still have not yet heard.
Don't fight it
now, He is for all eternity.
He will always be
slow to anger and
rich in love.
(He said) don't
compromise your days
or you'll be
following evil ways.
The Innocent Sinners
Oh, the innocent
sinners
don't know what
they've got,
though they've got
a lot.
They're giving it
to no one for free.
Oh, the innocent
sinners
don't know what to
do.
Though we're only
human,
we must realize
acceptance of the
ways of man.
We should never
criticize,
just know there's
got to be a better plan.
Free the innocent
sinners!
Let each man do
his share.
Let the lifeless
family
find their
cupboards aren't bare.
Give them hearts
and minds of peace
and take the dark
despair...
innocent sinners!
We're not deceived
until we justify
and not accept the
way things are.
Forgive them, for
they just can't see.
They'll never
change from what they are today.
A Very Private Person
I'm going
down to the corner store.
I always
remember to lock and bolt my door.
'cause
I'm a very private person
and I
don't want anyone.
I make a
cold, hard living
and I
work from sun to sun. Oh, yeah.
Don't
want anyone in, no one to call.
It's my artificial
personality, my brick wall.
Insincere
visitors have so much to hide.
They want
so to come on the inside.
They know
that I'm paying a hard hard price.
But never
want to offer any good advice.
'cause
I'm a very private person
and I
don't want anyone.
I make a
cold, hard living
and I
work from sun to sun
and I
ain't got no time to mess with anyone, oh, no!
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