Does it make you feel good?

Does it make you feel good?

Does it make you feel better than you know you should?

Does it make you feel strong?

Does it make you feel strong?

Does it make you feel like you belong?

Does it make you feel bad?

Does it make you feel bad?

Does it make you feel it’s something that you never had?

Does it make you feel weak?

Does it make you feel weak?

Does it make you feel like life is dark and bleak?

Love is like money, they get confused

Both hard to earn, both easy to lose.

When you’ve got love, feel ten foot tall

When you’ve got money you’re the king of your world.

Does it make you feel chained?

Does it make you feel chained?

Does it make you look for something to blame?

Does it make you feel free?

Does it make you feel free?

Does it make you feel eternity?

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You can take your mountains, you can take your plains

You can take your forests and your torrential rains

You can take the sun right out of the sky

But that ain’t no way you’re gonna make me cry.

‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ better than to be a getting wetter

In the deep blue sea, oh the deep blue sea.

No there ain’t nothin’ better than to be a getting wetter

In the deep blue sea, yes the deep blue sea.

You can take your seven wonders, put them in a trunk

Drop them in the ocean ’til they all get sunk

You can take your Broadway lights and Parisian nights

But that ain’t no way to set my heart alight.

‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ better than to be a getting wetter

In the deep blue sea, yes the deep blue sea.

Oh the deep blue sea, the deep blue sea

Stretching away to eternity.

Oh the deep blue sea, the deep blue sea

Let it wash all over me.

If you take a mountain and you take a plain

And you take a forest with torrential rain

And you put the sun way up on high

With the deep blue sea reflecting the sky.

No there ain’t nothin’ better than to be a getting wetter

In the deep blue sea, yes the deep blue sea.

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When I was young I was the king of garret spiders

My domain stretched from bedroom wall to floor

And in my dreams I’d hear them whispering

Until I issued my commands and sent them scuttling through the ceiling door.

I wore my golden crown in a thick jungle

Lost in emerald, bathed in jade

But in the shadows there lurked a presence

A kaleidoscope of fury bursting into the day.

You are, you are, you are, you are

You are my one foothold.

As we grow old our chests grow hairy

Our noses lengthen and our muscles thin

Our failures become the stuff of legend

And our victories the stuff of kings.

So bring my horse. I want to ride.

I’ll seek the cliffs, I’ll seek the sea

I’ll seek a garret filled with spiders

My ancient blood will make them bow to me.

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This is a song to great god science

We are your people and we give you reliance

You are the power across the sky

The nuclear warhead, the unseen eye.

I would not argue, your followers fill me with dread.

This is a song for the efficient son

Your divinity forces chaos to run

You are the power across the land

The retrenchment cheque, the rapist’s hand.

I would not argue, your followers fill me with dread.

This is a song to the progressive spirit

Some say you’re speaking but I can’t hear it

You are the power across our minds

The great leap forward, the run from behind.

I would not argue, your followers fill me with dread.

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The churches are all empty, their windows boarded up

Where ruthless men huddle and drink from poisoned cups.

A lonely wind invades the space that rests between the cars

And picks up all the withered leaves as it travels to the stars.

The snow didn’t fall this year, nor any year that I recall

Winter didn’t seem the same without the writing on the wall.

And self-made men with hearts of iron and words that taste like lead

Were arrested for unspoken crimes by disciples in their beds.

The streets cry out for comfort as you turn your shoulder to the sky

Darkness slithers past your door, ’round the pillow where you lie

And if I could touch your cool red heart, I might just leave the band

But all roads lead away from here, no matter where we stand.

The snow didn’t fall this year, nor any year that I recall

Winter didn’t seem the same without the writing on the wall

Meanwhile I was waiting calmly at the bottom of a well

Collecting coins that lovers dropped, wondering what the wind would tell

I raised my hands up to the stars, wondering what deceives

A gust of wind shook my bones and filled my hands with leaves.

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You will paint me palaces that shimmer in the sun

Golden webs of wonder to explain what you’ve become

But every single one of them will have the tint of lies.

You will take me wandering down dark and twisted ways

You’ll hold my hand against your breast and promise to behave

But every single step we take will make the sound of lies.

Three things led to your life of crime

Everything else was just killing time

The car, the gun, the girl

You want them all but you’ll settle for one

The car, the gun, the girl.

Trackless wastes of loneliness that make my heart bleed

You’ll tell me what it is you want and I’ll give you what you need

But every single thing we feel still has the taste of lies.

I will try to keep it simple

I will try to say it plain

All the things that we desire

Can be given these few names

The car, the gun, the girl

The car, the gun, the girl.

Gazing at an endless sky visions crowd the clouds

Each single shape significant no matter how it’s found

And every single one of them still has the taste of lies.

Three things led to your life of crime

Everything else was just killing time

The car, the gun, the girl

You want it all but you’ll settle for one

The car, the gun, the girl.

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After the darkest night

After the coldest day

When you’re alone and don’t know where to lay your head

When you’ve had enough of pain

The sun will shine again.

After the deepest wound

After that fearful call

When you don’t know how far there’s still to fall, from grace

When you’ve had your fill of pain

The sun will shine again.

After you’ve been betrayed

After you’ve been abused

When you believe this time you’re going to lose it all

When you’ve lost your taste for pain

The sun will shine again.

At the end of the night

At the end of the storm

At the end of winter

New life is born.

Who made this world

Who caused this pain

Whatever the answer

The sun will shine again.

After the darkest night

After the coldest day

When you’re alone and you don’t know where to lay your head

When you’ve lost your taste for pain

The sun will shine again.

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And so I thought of Everville as the sun climbed into the sky

It started from such a simple thing, a crossroads in my heart.

North ran the Street of Happiness, east the Street of Lovers

South the Lane of Forgetfulness, west the Way of the Silver Towers

Inside this cross Everville was born.

Everville grew through the arc of noon and soon her buildings gleamed

Halls and malls and stalls and walls, the like of which had never been seen

Gardens and trees and living things, the sounds of laughter and joy

Supported by the fruitful earth and the few who called her home

From a single stone Everville was grown.

People came to Everville as the sun slid into the west

Guided by her promise of hope and a lust to be counted amongst the best.

The logic of that lust is inexorable, like the stranglehold of fate

For those who did not love Everville the only thing left was hate.

On a single word Everville was turned.

Night fell on Everville like a judgement and a curse

The lovers departed, the towers were deserted and justice became just abuse.

Everville lives for a day or an age, for as long as her hate is sustained

Her shadow stalks the tears of the world as she deals out her currency of pain.

When he shadow’s forgotten Everville is reborn.

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Pastel colours and blue jeaned honeys

Swaying with the motion down on the street

Concrete sidewalks simmer in the sunshine

Crashing with a beer can, running from the heat.

Summer’s comin’

Holiday fever, kids cram the footpaths

Radio’s blaring Rock ‘n’ roll

Lying on the beach surrounded by ladies

The sun burns a fire right down to my soul.

Summer’s comin’

Summer nights, nobody can sleep

Sheets cling to your body squirming with the heat

Get up slowly, just to get some air

Summer’s here, you can’t say you don’t care.

Summer’s comin’

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He doesn’t know what he’s going to do

But one things for certain, he don’t care about you

He’s all mixed up about right and wrong

And he doesn’t even know that he’s a living bomb.

He lives in a mansion, he lives in a shack

He crisscrosses cross the country like railway tracks

He makes his home between the picket fences

His only mission is to make you defenseless.

He’s a living bomb, he’s set to explode

He’d like to reset but he can only reload.

He’s in a world of pain, a world of hurt

He spends his time drawing symbols in the dirt.

He suspects he’s weak so pretends to be strong

And the only way to prove it is as a living bomb.

You won’t see him walking down the street

He’s and ordinary guy, just somehow incomplete

He’s married to your sister, he’s a friend of a friend

And there’s only one way his story can end.

He’s a living bomb, he’s set to explode

He’d like to reset but he can only reload.

Life is a struggle, life is a test

He learned his lessons at the feet of the best

You can feel it in the airwaves, you can hear it in songs

That the only way to win is as a living bomb.

He’s a living bomb, he’s set to explode

He’d like to reset but he can only reload.

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