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Foreign
03:35
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Isolation finds the mind's eye (Disguised)
The hand reaches further and further inside (Deprived)
It's all right
I'm the foreigner
Yeah!
Seems like I can never forget the knives inside (Stranger)
But every time I run, I make the sirens go dry (Foreigner)
Will I find ever my place in this world?
Everywhere I look, it screams, "Go away!" (In my head)
2010 Copyright David J. Yu
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Guided
03:56
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Stepped on a trap door one more time
Misery seems to be outside
Slashed and burned
Buried in soot
The sweat rolls and my fingernails rot
Come on,
betrayer
I'm right here
I walk along this path
Guided by Your light
Give me strength
and I will rise
The wolves surround me,
come to feast on my weakness
Glued to my seat
Withered and restrained
My flesh gets opened by all their words
Get up!
2010 Copyright David J. Yu
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3. |
Elevated
03:22
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(Generic Concession Stand
Soul and intellect of a rebel man)
Boundary lines
Drawn out conflict
Bound to be lies spawned to cloud and cloak it
Round the way finds the non-vision they market
Sounding prerecorded prob'ly parody's parrot
Half-hearted steppin to the programmed march
Rapid with the armaments as chosen response
I get on the elevated for a trip to a friend
I get songs for elevation like a flood from the pen
Beneath the smoke for elevation climbin' steps in the Heights
Seven in a circle, on a platform we packed tight
Eyes closed, balance froze, searchin out insight
Muscles tense, tip toes, and ready for flight
Low-fare to catch a fair one
Fairly plain how its swung
Like some gold on a chain
Like some wood to a drum
The loaded swingin on a humdrum conundrum
Of payday loans, check cashing fees, and all these
One more day, another lie to boost the same one
Boosting for the same ones
Loosen up the chains, son
Fists and unified fingers fit the chain, son
Grip the game, son
Knowledge of self and the -
One more day, another lie to boost the same one
Boosting from the same ones
Loosen up the chains, son
Fists and unified fingers fit the chain, son
Grip the game, son
Knowledge of self and the One
Knowledge of self and the One
Who's the Most High
Place of dignity in all my faces
Viewed and studied on a daily grind
To be continued
Round the way finds the dream alive in many hues
Non-marketed and un-abused
Unashamed and untamed Claimed by walkers with the dawn,
Sun children and the kind-hearted
Unsold, unbartered,
Untold, unchained
Yet started in the part that can’t be touched
By green bills and soft news covered over the real
Fluff pieces on corporate deals and jingles for over-sized wheels
Spin cycle on and wash out right deception
Mass produced for consumption
Boundary lines to drawn out perception
Bound to be a time to see the lies and grasp
Redefinition of the senses,
Sense of self
Self awareness
Common sense
Sense of the moment
To be gained for a movement
For now, keep on moving in the light, get that collective hustle right
One more day, another lie to boost the same one
Boosting for the same ones
Loosen up the chains, son
Fists and unified fingers fit the chain, son
Grip the game, son
Knowledge of self and the -
One more day, another lie to boost the same one
Boosting from the same ones
Loosen up the chains, son
Fists and unified fingers fit the chain, son
Grip the game, son
Knowledge of self and the One
Knowledge of self and the One
(All praises, All praises)
(For now, keep on walking in the light, get that collective hustle right
For now, keep on walking in the light, get that collective hustle right)
2010 Copyright Michele Maiorini
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4. |
Tumbling Down
03:09
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Tumbling Down
Falling from the heights
The mighty strikes out for empire
Nation building on a collapsing foundation
Of rationalization
And voodoo economics
Globalizing discontent,
Distrust, and hunger's violence
Cries for self-reliance
And self-determination
Evaporating gradations
Giving way to separated stations
Stark naked in their boldness
And shamelessness
Butt naked as the emperor’s new clothes
Fashioned by sweatshop laborers
Confine like the straight jackets
They finally replaced
As the chains of a new nation
Of billions break free
And re-establish links to humanity
We witness momentum changed
Is momentum gained
Babylon falls
The cause preordained
Tumbling Down (12x)
The giant is sleepwalking on an unsupportable frame
In an unsustainable game
Floating along on clouds of mythos
Advertising their feasts of murder
On their beasts of burden
Their feats of grandeur on the backs of the poor
To the beat of co-opted culture
Like vultures dependent on the weak to eat
But when the spoils are spoiled
On themselves they'll repeat the deceit
Revealed as the beast its been all along
Til there’s nothing left to deplete
No exploits of exploitation
To be extolled in song or jingle
As the chains of a new nation
Of billions break free
And re-establish links to humanity
We witness momentum changed
Is momentum gained
Babylon falls
The cause preordained
Tumbling Down (12x)
2010 Copyright Michele Maiorini
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5. |
Letting Go
05:00
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How could I
miss that
what never was
go and hide
I will always wonder
the shapes go asunder
It always seems like slow down
and I am always run down
I'm letting this go
take this away
I am alone
You're on the throne
I'm letting go
take this away
You're on the throne
I'm throwing away
all commiserate
Give me the heart of a lion
Tired of all the hiding
Destroying all that I am grinding
All time high
I want to run outside
I had to leave this on the altar
And let go all that was destroying me
I had to leave this on the altar
And let go all that was destroying me
2010 Copyright David J. Yu & Christopher Conner
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