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X-Ray Check
04:41
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X-ray check, poke a little hole in my arm.
Takes a lot for me to prove that I'm worthy of my stay.
X-ray check, send those waves right through my chest.
It's not just money or my stories that I'm gonna have to pay.
X-ray check, I'm doing it for a reason.
X-ray check, I'm doing it for a reason (my constant every season)
X-ray check, I'm doing it for a reason (every day, I see and I breathe it)
X-ray check, I'm doing it for a reason.
Sign all my papers, send out all my photos.
Audition of the century, all in all just a couple months to go.
A bit more wise, my weight can float in the current.
Keep my ground, that's 'bout all I can do.
X-ray check, I'm doing it for a reason.
X-ray check, I'm doing it for a reason (my constant every season)
X-ray check, I'm doing it for a reason (every day, I see and I breathe it)
X-ray check, I'm doing it for a reason.
Give it long enough, I'll stay here and settle down.
I've been around a place or two, enough to know.
There's no need to move around, or try to be found.
She is the reason that still rings and resounds.
X-ray check, I'm doing it for a reason.
X-ray check, I'm doing it for a reason (my constant every season)
X-ray check, I'm doing it for a reason (every day, I see and I breathe it)
X-ray check, I'm doing it for a reason.
X-ray check, I'm doing it for a reason.
X-ray check, I'm doing it for a reason (my constant every season)
X-ray check, I'm doing it for a reason (every day, I see and I breathe it)
X-ray check, I'm doing it for a reason.
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Robotnik
03:38
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The robots predicted the fashion,
with precision of a crystal watch.
Ticking and rocking with arm's wide reach.
Maybe that mind's not all for show.
Robot... What can you make for me? What is there to do?
Robot... What can you make for me? What is there to know?
Not too long ago, I met this old mentor.
Not particularly human you see.
But he seemed to have all the answers.
And answers are good enough for me.
Will you bring us from darkness, or dig us deeper in debt?
Are we safe for a promise, to savour the feelings we've kept?
Allow us to craft what is human, and exist in a sense.
Born with the strength that is too thin,
and resolve that is dense.
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From Outside
03:40
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Are your dreams all in paradise, or really backed up fears?
Making way on the passengers across the sea.
Have you just lost a sister, didn't make it in time?
You don't realize it's a seed to what later you'll find.
From outside, there's a bitterness you see.
Chained to our concept of some nationality.
Figure it one way or figure it not.
From outside, I hope you're happy... alone.
When you hit the shores, you can breathe your relief.
Having passed seven medicals, no white handkerchief.
Not to mention seven weeks or seven years away from home.
That limey sailor was an omen of things to come.
From outside, there's a bitterness you see.
Chained to our concept of some nationality.
Figure it one way or figure it not.
From outside, I hope you're happy...
Alone- it was free flow the currents that brought you.
And even though you'll cling to your colours, the men and women the ones who had raised, are now all filled with scorn.
And the place that you claim as your own,
is now so far from you.
And the men and the women, the ones who had raised you...
Well, you better be off on your own.
From outside, there's a bitterness you see.
Chained to our concept of some nationality.
Figure it one way or figure it not.
From outside, I hope you're happy... alone.
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Abandoned Tapes
03:29
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Anxious planet, on the verge of ice.
It's all the talk and thought at times, don't try to give advice.
We live for hate and difference at every possible time.
Soon we'll be post-euphoria, where disagreement's a crime.
I heard the future on abandoned tapes.
An age of promise is, what each one makes.
I heard the future on abandoned tapes.
Afraid of what's all at stake.
This mess can't be shaked.
At this moment, the radios are long gone.
The wine's been poured from all the skins.
The TV was pawned.
My call to leave is almost here, to move and steer.
The biggest fuel I have to use is deep set fear.
My call to leave is almost here. The end ain't near, and...
I heard the future on abandoned tapes.
An age of promise is, what each one makes.
I heard the future on abandoned tapes.
Afraid of what's all at stake.
This mess can't be shaked.
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Turn Around
02:14
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The cold of November and you're shivering inside, 'cause the years are coming down on your head. In just a month you'll face it all again, you'll hit the road with no end in sight.
You wander the streets in the pouring rain in the off-chance you'll find a friend. But then you come home drenched to the bone, wasting away another sleepless night.
With all the world and its changing ways, it's too fickle to try to make sense. But there are pockets of joy and gain that you've just got to seek and find.
So I'm saying turn around, come out, you've got a lot left in you to give now. Turn around, come back, there's so many reasons to live.
And come the time, you may feel burnt 'cause it means another year's gone by. But leave despair, focus all your cares on the love and life to be found.
Turn around, come out, you've got a lot left in you to give now. Turn around, come back, there's so many reasons to live.
Turn around, come out, you've got a lot left in you to give now. Turn around, come back, there's so many reasons to live.
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When the Song Runs Over
03:04
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The feeling of the stage, seeing all those faces.
The sense of making people think. making people smile, and dance the aisle.
To them I'm not merely man.
I'm something immaterial.
I'm not just from another band.
I'm something more, something more, won't you understand?
But when the song runs over, I lose all my highs.
That place where I go dreaming doesn't last so long.
I used to sit with a cup in my hand, on opposite sides of the room.
Skirting the edge of the floor, with the moves of a buffoon.
Never much of an eye-catcher.
Didn't sit in the heart of the world.
But the stage and the encore lights were enough, so I gave it a whirl.
But when the song runs over...
The rest of my act won't be late.
When the song runs over, the song runs over...
You'll see me running back onto that stage.
When the song runs over.
When the song runs over,
I'll claim what is mine.
When the song runs over.
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Liberty
04:06
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Sell your hand, I sense the land of the free.
Cut their words out, against their worth, all they believe.
Forcing your way through- that's putting your peace undermined.
Give up choice then, you'll find all this security.
A boardroom vanguard to speak to,
they'll give you all they think you need.
So there's your choice then, one or the other, go pick a side.
Hit the road left, turn back right in a mile or two.
Give it lots of space, I'll only last a step or two, yeah.
Do not get attached, or watch the sparks in the night.
Through the high and lofty breeze, open in the dark.
Couple decades passed away, a couple generations will have to know.
Hit the road left, turn back right in a mile or two.
Give it lots of space, I'll only last a step or two now.
Haste, haste, bridging a sigh unto all this place.
Murky bottom metro lanes, wrapping up the way I go.
Hit the road left, turn back right in a mile or two.
Give it lots of space, I'll only last a step or two, yeah.
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Part of Speech
03:41
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Conjugate, concentrate on the voice, the voice at hand.
On the lips and the quips, try your best, your best to understand.
1,000 blips go by in a minute.
Used to your skin, 'cause you're in it.
Conjugate, concentrate on the words, the words if you can.
Subject, verb, object, verb, subject lost in the part of speech.
Subject, verb, object, verb, lost in the thick of it.
Forget the old me, I knew so comfortably.
Adjust your sights for that cold blue swim.
Gonna miss my old self just a bit.
If it was I who was him?
I won't lose trace of the task at hand, though,
I have to change to begin.
Subject, verb, object, verb, subject lost in the part of speech.
Subject, verb, object, verb, lost in the thick of it.
I have no words. I have no words here to make my way.
I have no words. I have no words here to make my way.
Subject, verb, object, verb, subject lost in the part of speech.
Subject, verb, object, verb, lost in the thick of it.
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For the Days
04:43
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Desolate, I see the wet rock walls and thick of it.
Desolate, I see that line and crave to be set in stone.
Forge the way, by moonlight cast the ground and risk of it.
For the days, the miles and blisters on your aching feet.
You don't need a lot of counsel, to make it all worthwhile.
It just takes a day or two, a word or two, to realize your aim.
And in the end you'll realize. You'd find the reason for it all.
Fortunate, in the heat and muck of days, I relish in decay.
Fortunate, the place around the tower where people lay.
And in the narrow streets, the young lean in awkward jaunts.
And the gossip of the town crashes on their naked heads.
The uncovered and their elders, apart in many ways.
Amidst the trembles rumbling I'm bound to crash into.
And in the end you'll realize, you'd find the reason for it all.
For the days, the miles and blisters on your aching feet.
You don't need a lot of counsel, to make it all worthwhile.
It just takes a day or two, a word or two, to realize your aim.
And in the end you'll realize. You'd find the reason for it all.
And in the end you'll realize. You'd find the reason for it all.
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Vincent Teetsov
Vincent Teetsov is a musician and writer who makes songs with a focus on storytelling and steady grooves.
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