1. |
Here Now
04:43
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Here Now
don’t talk to me of heteronomy
of how deluded and misled I may be
of blinkered views whatever I may see
to be honest, I wish you would stop talking to me
I’m here, now
considering the options the situation will allow
free to roam
to leave – or to make this place my home
no reanimation, no rejuvination, or resuscitation, no artificial respiration
let the dead bury the dead
I won’t allow them to colonize my head
water under the bridge
permit me to forget the things we said
so painful remembering the days
we were connected in so many ways
fondly remembering, anticipating fun
who would have thought that in the end there was none
no prognostication, no divination, or auspication, no vaticination
I'm not planning ahead
won't scrimp and save and lead a life full of dread
no insurance for those afraid
of losing everything after they're dead
I’m here, now
considering the options the situation will allow
free to roam
to leave – or make this place my home
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2. |
Serendipity
03:42
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Serendipity
caught in a maze
caught in a rat race
not staying in one place
just moving on and on
when we're done - more of the same
yet running on the spot
there's always such a lot
you want me to do
if I believe it or not
doesn't matter to you
time out
far out
serendipity
works fine for me
you won't see
that I'll be
missing you
and what you've achieved
floating, drifting, uplifting - never felt so real
to my left and my right
they're disappearing from sight
run over by a herd
of madmen and nerds
madmen and nerds
like a cog in a wheel
I've lost my feel
for a life that is more
than grinding on and on
from morning to night
to my left and my right
they're disappearing from sight
run over by a herd
of madmen and nerds
madmen and nerds
time out
far out
opportunity
works well for me
don't expect
me to reject
the voice of sanity
that's calling to me
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3. |
The Waiting Game
06:58
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The Waiting Game
the lights are out, the blinds are down
I'm looking out, I’m looking around
trying to take in every sight and sound
on every passing day
I see people rushing by
they all seem familiar
many laughing but some do cry
watching and waiting
I wonder who I'll see again
I’d love to carry them with me
and cross the bridge from now to then
they're coming back - yet greatly changed
when everything is lost - how can we wait
and play the game
they’re walking in the sun
they’re waiting in the rain
I think of everything we’ve done
trying to find a way to explain
getting lost inside my head
I wish I’d still be in the past
but there is no stone untouched
no thought, no dream is made to last
everything is coming back - yet greatly changed
when everything is lost - how can we play
a waiting game
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Note From My Younger Self
we have never met
and likely never will
you are only here
cause I am good and gone
I was dreaming of the future
as young men always do
are you who I saw
or are you someone new
you're stuck in the moment
but try not to forget
what drove you,
what made you,
what saved you
I could see no limit
no limit but the sky
nothing I wouldn't do
nothing I wouldn’t try
to reach the place
I was meant to be
to reach the place
that was meant for me
now look at where you’re now
have you reached that place somehow?
or would you rather be
back when you were me?
have you come to realize
there is no such place for you?
you wake up every morning
born as someone new
you're stuck in the moment
but try not to forget
what drove you,
what made you,
what saved you
I could see no limit
no limit but the sky
would you rather be
back when you were me?
have you realized?
I will be with you
on any given day
you may not see nor feel me
but I am here to stay
and finally one day
we will be joined as one
all that is is now
and all that is is here
you're stuck in the moment
but try not to forget
what drove you,
what made you,
what saved you
I could see no limit
no limit but the sky
would you rather be
back when you were me?
have you realized?
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5. |
The Garden
13:12
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The Garden
on the run from a smoking gun
I found rest and peace in the Garden
on the run from a smoking gun
I can smell the stench of revolution
are those the drums and guns that I can hear
we in the here and now will show no fear
on the run from a smoking gun
yes I found rest and peace in the Garden
every statue in the Garden speaks to me
with its story in mythology
we can all learn what there is to be
from these statues in mythology
every statue it speaks to me
with its story and all the glory of mythology
on the run from a smoking gun
I found love and peace in the auditorium
the opera singer bringing me to tears
her golden voice still ringing in my ears
give me crescendo
give me rocket
diminuendo
give me sigh
Apollo - he's the God of the Arts..
Ares - he's the God of War
Baccus - he's the God of Wine
Minerva - she's a goddess sublime
on the run from a smoking gun
the last performance it has just begun
the orchestra pit is empty now
no strings, no flutes, no cheering, leering crowds
a silver peacock chasing the grey man to the mountains and to the sun
restless rainbows silent serpents saw that one fools life was done
dancing dolphins dining on dragons gaudy roses moulding in lime
mystic Merlin stirring the potion casting spells back into time
then we’ll seek that pot of gold hearing tales of the unknown
on the run from a smoking gun
I found rest and peace in the Garden
on the run from a smoking gun
I can smell the stench of revolution
are those the drums and guns that I can hear
we in the here and now will show no fear
on the run from a smoking gun
yes I found rest and peace in the Garden
every statue in the Garden speaks to me
with its story in mythology
we can all learn what there is to be
from these statues in mythology
every statue it speaks to me
with its story and all the glory of mythology
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6. |
This Place
09:33
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This Place
it affects me strangely
and the things I see
take me back to another me.
stepping out of the frame
stepping into the same
river twice
there's a place without a name
here and now
is there and then
each step ahead takes me back again
there and then
is here and now
a dress rehearsal for
a farewell bow
streets and houses - bushes and trees
people all around - that make me me
a first-time taste - a captivating smell
nothing later in life I know so well
a good and kind landscape of the mind
reanimation of the dead
a consolation for a crazy race
there's still this place
puppet strings of habit now in disarray
a fresh breeze blows through my head
tangled threads of time and space
there's still this place
got to get rid of those voices
saying look after number one
don't go soft in the head
you know the rat race is on
instrumental reason
the whole world as a pawn in my game
one-upmanship and strife
where war and hate are rife
give me back my life
give me back my life
an unknown page in the book
yet the book is still the same
a wistful gaze that left its trace
in another life
a life without a name
there and then
is here and now
no time yet
for a farewell bow
a perpetual now
is there and then
a now that takes me back again
a beam of light - in a foggy street
turn the next corner - and there we meet
a familiar spot - where the dark can do no harm
no sense of direction - just moving on and on
a good and kind landscape of the mind
reanimation of the dead
a consolation for a crazy race
there's still this place
puppet strings of habit now in disarray
a fresh breeze blows through my head
tangled threads of time and space
there's still this place
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Poor Genetic Material are a symphonic prog band with their very own, unique style of complex, sophisticated, richly textured, yet, accessible compositions.
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