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Intro (instrumental)
02:26
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2. |
Green Army Choir
04:29
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Dance, if you can find your feet
Somewhere underneath
Or you could sit by me
Underneath my tree, my tree.
Dance, if you can find your feet
Sing, if you can find your voice, your voice, your voice,
Dance, if you can find your feet
Face the monotony
Or you can sit by me
Underneath my tree, my tree, my tree
Sway, you could make my day
Swaying side to side
Making me lose my concentration
Leave something out here
Let us be our own people
Leave something out here
Let us be our own people.
Let’s hide in the trees, the trees, the trees.
Ha ha haaaa!
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3. |
Clearscope
05:43
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You will be okay without us
You will be okay without us
We all know, we all know, we all know, what we’ve done.
We all know, we all know, we all know, what we’ve done.
You will be okay without us
You will be okay without us
We all know, we all know, we all know, what we’ve done.
We all know, we all know, we all know, what’s undone.
No, no, no, no, no, no, NO!
Okay, okay without us,
Okay, okay without us.
[No ugly concrete towers to deface the horizon]
What happened to the dreams we had years ago?
Of driving perfect cars, powered only by water?
Yet knowing the cost, like everyone does,
We polluted the world from corner to corner.
[We all know, we all know, we all know, what we’ve done.
We all know, we all know, we all know, what’s undone.]
The Republican’s rise, the Resurrection of Christ,
Means nothing to a world that’s overwhelmed and dehumanised,
The Market Place wasn’t s’posed to replace,
Individual thought, power, wisdom and happiness.
[You will be okay without us
You will be okay without us]
[Bluer skies, greener blades of grass,
No one left to deliver a forecast.]
The Republican’s rise, the Resurrection of Christ,
Means nothing to a world that’s overwhelmed and dehumanised,
The Market Place wasn’t s’posed to replace,
Individual thought, power, wisdom and happiness.
[No, no, no, no, no, no, NO!]
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4. |
Mothers
03:52
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Radio does nothing for me
Starving my mind
No innovations
Commercialism stokes the tyranny
No great words
No standing ovations
We have to witness
This state of unfitness
The world getting blander
In easy sound-bites
Uncovering such snobbery
No thought required
Just self-publicity
We have to witness
This state of unfitness
The world getting blander
In easy sound-bites
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5. |
Buran
06:15
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Looks as though we don't explore, anymore, no more
Looks as though we couldn't care at all
Maybe we're too mature, to rave?
Maybe we're too secure? Sure!
Where the hell do we go from here?
What the hell do we earn for?
What the hell do we care about?
What the hell do we dream?
Let Buran fly!
Crimson blizzard in the sky, the sky!
Three hours of perfect flight
How can that be enough?
How can that be enough?
Where the hell do we go from here?
What the hell do we yearn for?
Maybe we're too mature?
Maybe we're too secure?
Let Buran fly!
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6. |
Toms (instrumental)
01:32
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7. |
Everything Is Everything
06:03
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Take nothing but your photographs
Make nothing but footprints on the earth
Have nothing but kindness
Leave nothing but good memories
We all know that nothing stays the same forever.
And everything is everything,
The Tuned-In in can work out the plan.
Ma yey harr
Dove no
Kanto mae yi pah
Mustrah doy
Vostro
Im shtavay
Kante mae ye pah
Neelo day hey key
We all know nothing stays the same forever
And everything is everything
Understanding the plan in our treasure
We all know nothing stays the same forever
And everything is everything
Understanding the plan is our treasure,
Understanding the plan is our treasure,
Understanding the plan is our treasure.
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