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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Abstact Turmoil
[time] => 2005-11-11 16:15:57
[hometext] => to the tune of 'its all right ma' by dylan with apropriate harmonica blasts between verses
[bodytext] => Grey sky blocks out the sun Apathy, you’re to tired to run Love makes brittle bones to break Earthquakes look for lost souls to shake Solid faith you’d like to have But Abstract Turmoil drives you mad Drives you mad You investigate the sleeping tramp But you forgot the magic lamp Dark shadows, his eyes are hidden you can’t see Fear holds you back you turn and flee Something’s are better left unsaid But Abstract Turmoil leaves you hollow and dead Low down hollow and dead Spectacles rimmed with false gold Big Brother leaves you cold Bells ring out but ears are blocked Hard truths make unappealing the Solid Rock Oblivion is something like peace But Abstract Turmoil is a lost Soul’s feast Dante’s Feast And those who live life in the dusty lanes Indifferent, irrelevant out of range Still and flaccid in bars every Friday night A generation raised by women, without a fight Picking at the plaster awaiting the day With Abstract Turmoil you ain’t got no say What happened to your hair? Angry men driven too far by capitalist trigger Media hype and it all gets bigger The real enemies of freedom, you don’t know them The deal makers it’s about money not the New Jerusalem Board rooms, profits, and ties Abstract Turmoil ain’t got no pupils in its eyes Love is blind, so is the greed machine Liars make the big decisions Pigs, the primary incisions Presidents spoon there military contracts The politics of fear obscure facts Money talks and ********* flies And Abstract Turmoil clouds your eyes Clouds your eyes and ***** your soul Some people think there taste is so unique The culture industry makes individuality obsolete Poets spit bile and kill there hearts to make up rhymes It all just washes over you, sign of the times Some search for love I search peace Abstract Turmoil chews without teeth Put a frog in water and turn up the heat Politicians got on his jargon shoes Clichéd blades dulled from over use It looked so good for a moment there You where almost half way to having a care How good it would be to all be One Abstract Turmoil leaves you comfortably numb Comfortably numb, you been done Curvy baritone women scream out To distract you from the mutant trout The deeper you fall the less you care Apathy again, you sit down on the stair You come first eternal fears are dead And into abstract Turmoil we are all led We are all led We are led Not quite dead we are led But I am not a member of that choir I won’t sing from a page that makes me a liar I’m still young, I can turn my back I ain’t going to go down like that One hand locked inside conformities handcuffs, eyes staring, one foot almost of But I’ll fight on, I will not stop, I wont sit down, in turmoil I am, lost I am not Come on what else can you show me My eyes are opening now to the machines designs I believe in God You got nothing on me [comments] => 1 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 34 [informant] => PLformalyknownasPpaul [notes] => Follow Site Rules. Edited for Language by Moderator_15 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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