1. |
Message to Home
02:46
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Message to home.
Message to home.
Proposals are made. All are agreed.
Now that the work has begun.
They may deceive. A trick up their sleeve.
All the goodwill undone. The good undone.
Sincerity. There’s no sincerity.
Just closet enemies who will never be
Free. Free.
Message to home. Message to home.
Another message from Krōm.
They’d like to know the face that’s not shown.
Because they think they’re alone. They’re not alone!
Sincerity. There’s no sincerity.
And without honesty, they will never be
Free. Free.
Never, never, never, never
Free.
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2. |
Leave Me Alone
04:14
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I don’t want no more of your mindless games.
There aint no good or bad. It’s all the same.
I don’t want no peace. I don’t want no war.
I don’t want to fight for peace no more.
Don’t want no religions. Don’t want your politicians
Or your institutions. Upsets my constitution.
Don’t want to be rich. I don’t want to be poor.
Don’t even know what I want. I’m just not sure anymore.
Just leave me alone. (x 4)
Don’t want to save no whales. Don’t want to wear no fur coats.
Don’t want to spend a lifetime hung up on details.
Don’t want no McDonalds. Don’t want no granola,
Caviar or rice. I just don’t want to think twice.
Won’t sign your petitions. Don’t have no opinions.
I don’t have no solutions. So, you can keep your problems.
I’m not into style. I aint no low-life.
What’s my human condition? I won’t know for a while.
Just leave me alone. (x 4)
I don’t need this stress. I didn’t create this mess.
I aint no part of this quagmire – East, Middle, or West.
I just want to move on, make my own way,
Live my own life, and not care what you say.
Just leave me alone. (x 4)
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3. |
And it's Not Easy
03:50
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All the messages that we receive,
They drive me wild.
Why don’t you show yourself to me?
Blindly believing that you are real,
I’m not a child.
And it’s not easy.
To live. To sing.
To tell the whole world all these things.
To question no more.
To pick ourselves up from the floor.
So you’re a traveler.
Why is it that you hide?
Maybe the reason isn’t clear.
You could be using us to satisfy an evil plan.
How long have you been here?
We live. We sing.
We tell the whole world all these things.
We question no more.
We pick ourselves up from the floor.
All the messages that we receive,
They drive me wild.
Why don’t you show yourself to me?
Blindly believing that you are real,
I’m not a child.
And it’s not easy.
And it’s not easy.
And it’s not easy.
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4. |
Apple of Your 'I'
04:04
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So you think you know what’s happening
And you know almost everything.
What you know is little more than naught.
You’re a baby in disguise,
Innocent and not so wise.
You believe that you are what the stork brought.
You think you are so clever,
Wish you name could be known forever.
You’re nearly gone and you’ve only been a day.
And you think everything’s for you
And you know just what to do.
Will you think so when you’ve blown yourselves away?
I say this clearly: You are the apple of your ‘I’ (x 2)
You get so excited,
Your eyes roll, your face turns red
Dealing with what doesn’t fit your plan.
You criticize and paralyze
Those who criticize and paralyze,
Annihilate what you don’t understand.
The wonderment yourselves
Is overlooked because you delve,
Riding high along the ridge of your own pride.
Preoccupied with the mirror,
You look forward to the rear.
Don’t you know it’s the future you decide?
I say this clearly: You are the apple of your ‘I’ (x 2)
Year after year, the Earth is spinning ‘round a star.
Dad after day, everyone wants to be a star.
So relax. Count, “1 … 2 … 3 …”
Your eyes will open eventually.
When they do, you’ll wonder what you’ve been.
And you’ll deceive yourselves no more.
Everyone will know the score.
Finally, you’ll be the object of your dreams.
I say this clearly: You are the apple of your ‘I’ (x 4)
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5. |
Eyes Like Windows
05:57
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Eyes like windows … staring through me.
Shattered images
Trying to feel, think, and see.
Stand alone … head in the clouds and the skies.
Someone’s calling … for you a surprise.
Promise … there’s promise,
Echoes in my mind
As I leave my home for the final time.
I know he’s waiting, I’m included in the plan.
Yes, I’m coming, Johnny.
Beat gets strong, feeling it rise, it’s in sight.
Light gets bright, shading my eyes in the night.
I can feel it
Spreading like fire all around.
I will show him,
Share the desire without sound.
Promise … there’s promise,
Echoes in my mind
As I leave my home for the final time.
I know he’s waiting, I’m included in the plan.
Yes, I’m coming, Johnny.
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6. |
They Tell Us
02:28
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Deciding what to do in life is hard enough.
But battling society, that really makes it tough.
People all around me say that I should be like them.
“You can’t change the world.” they say, “That’s work for better men.”
They tell us.
It’s hopeless.
Don’t listen.
Well, I’m not one to lap things up not caring all the while.
Complacency is not for me and pretence not my style.
I’ve work to do and things to say in quest of better ways.
Discontent is my content. There’s questions I should raise.
They tell us.
It's pointless.
Don’t notice.
But, there’s this pressure ...
Constant pressure ...
Got to weather it ...
‘Cause its a pleasure...
Like the promise ...
Of the sirens.
They tell us. They tell us.
It’s hopeless. It’s hopeless.
Don’t listen. Don’t notice.
They make it difficult for one to get ahead.
Mired in mediocrity from their toes up to their heads.
Looks like it’ll take some time to show them something new.
The best approach for me to take is do what I can do.
They tell us. They tell us.
It’s hopeless. It’s pointless.
Don’t listen. Don’t notice.
They tell us.
We’ve no choice.
But I won’t be
A part of the machine.
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7. |
The Move
05:05
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Sometimes I feel like stealing in the night. A get away.
Don’t be tight.
The other side, it tells me “Stay Around”. Another day.
It’s a life.
Too many choices ripping me apart. At the seams.
Hang on tight.
Don’t let conformity eat you away. The mainstream.
We must fight.
It’s hard to believe it, when nothing’s right.
Try to believe it.
It’ll get better when the dream’s in sight.
They bow to kings that they have never seen. New media.
What’s it mean?
Don’t want to be a part of the machine. Andromeda.
I could scream!
I could scream!
It’s hard to believe it, when nothing’s right.
Try to believe it.
It’ll get better when the dream’s in sight.
It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what they say.
I’m far away.
No sense in running. No sense in running from the things
That don’t move you.
That don’t move you.
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8. |
Bells from the Darkness
05:52
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Searching the whole over,
Looking for someone who will understand.
I know I’m not expected.
I’m deviating from my plan.
Not following instructions,
I’m all alone here in this foreign land.
Just waiting for the moment
When I can say that love is grand.
No explanation. I’ve no idea.
Inside so empty. Inside a tear.
Bells from the darkness calling to me.
Bells from the darkness calling to me.
Can’t you hear them calling? Calling?
Soon I will know the difference.
There will be someone standing next to me.
If I could know that feeling,
It just might be enough to set me free.
No explanation. I’ve no idea.
Inside so empty. Inside a tear.
Bells from the darkness calling to me.
Bells from the darkness calling to me.
Can’t you hear them calling? Calling?
Calling to me.
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9. |
Krōmagram
05:20
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It seems like an eternity since I landed here.
My very purpose is to wander.
Sending information to the ones, my makers.
So much to learn.
So much to learn.
So much to learn.
There’s so much beauty in this world, I can’t begin to tell you.
A score of nations with a view of different ways they think life should be.
Their mating patterns are complex, not just a matter of sex.
They dwell on things that I don’t know; but I’m beginning to see
How wonderful it could be to live in this world.
To live in this world.
To live in this world.
They have technology! Learning very fast.
But they can’t seem to solve their problems.
Hope springs eternal in these ones, my hosts.
So much to learn.
Now I must learn.
Now I must learn.
They laugh and sing and talk of love, while the war machine is killing them.
I can’t begin to understand who is really winning.
There’s so much beauty in this world, I can’t begin to tell you.
A score of nations with a view of different ways they think life should be.
Their mating patterns are complex, not just a matter of sex.
They dwell on things that I don’t know; but I’m beginning to see
How wonderful it could be to live in this world.
To live in this world.
To live in this world. Same as it ever was.
My presence isn’t known yet. My vision’s not complete.
I have just begun my journey.
Sending information to ‘the ones’, my makers
Now I must learn.
Now I must learn.
Now I must learn.
There’s so much beauty in this world, I can’t begin to tell you……
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10. |
Living in Your Dreams
05:23
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There’s a world that no one knows the way to - except for me.
I thought there were no turnoffs on the road,
Then one day I happened across a break in the forest,
A path quite like my own.
I followed it to another world from a distance.
You could be right. You could be wrong.
I see you stand alone on the edge of the drop
But the sun came up and TV started and the wind howled and lasers slashed the sky.
Illusions aren’t solutions, they just cloud the mind.
It’s so sad. We just play along.
And the power said to free him and the world was ours so the story goes . . .
It’s so sad. Like my own.
I followed it to another world from a distance.
You could be right. You could be wrong.
I see you stand alone on the edge of the drop
But the sun came up and TV started and the wind howled and lasers slashed the sky.
I’m never so happy when I see myself living in your dreams.
I’m never so happy when I see myself living in your dreams.
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11. |
Traveling Jonnē
04:26
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(instrumental)
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Mark Reed Victoria, British Columbia
Mark is a songwriter, composer, arranger, and pianist/keyboardist. His music background includes folk-rock and indie-rock
bands, some theatre, lots of solo gigs, and, more recently, light-classical piano/string ensembles, orchestral arrangements, and a sci-fi oratorio.
An animal-rights and eco-social justice activist, Mark likes to write from the POV of an objective observer of life on Earth.
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