Independence This!
back to the days, when we felt like we belong, when poetry was more than strung together song - we couldn't be wrong - we glowed transluscent orange - then magenta invaded - colours gave way to impurity - and soon the rainbow was covered in black .. but now the sun is out .. and i want it all back .. i want it all back ..
everything changes and everything dies - i keep writing the same old lies - wondering about the same old truth - wishin' i was babe ruth - u know - celebrity infection - mass defection - from society's laws - the outlaws - living in peace - slowly getting rid of this disease - but is there really hope - the songs of no scope - blearing from speakers made of rust.. in dust.. our only trust - they made us sweat - they made us groove - time to invent a new move - hooters and booters - in front of second hand computers - wild living on the side of the machines - dreams and figments - intertwined with all our passions - ceasing all reality - all our adventures shall now be virtual.
take it over. from the underside. when the colours fade into white and it all bcomes alright and we make our fires and meet up deep into the night - we'll see, many years from now - when our work is done and the war is won - we can still be one - no more - no more just vagabond boys and girls - out to have some fun - channelize - actualize - transcedentalize - see through their lies...
when everything is jelly bean and the rocking horse hunter is playing draw-string dreams - your temptations hang from the sides of your eye-lids and jesus says he loved you too soon - lookin' up at the moon - all the stars shine down on you and your fragmented soul - reaching toward one whole - with only passion and faith - no hate - no need - to wait -- where there is love - there can be no fear -- time to explode -- front-stage from out back at the rear.. the tales of freedom from the streets of redemption - that we walked - for the better parts of our disenfranchised lives -- livin' it up - at Bombay High... waving every passing day - jaded goodbyes...
everything changes and everything dies - i keep writing the same old lies - wondering about the same old truth - wishin' i was babe ruth - u know - celebrity infection - mass defection - from society's laws - the outlaws - living in peace - slowly getting rid of this disease - but is there really hope - the songs of no scope - blearing from speakers made of rust.. in dust.. our only trust - they made us sweat - they made us groove - time to invent a new move - hooters and booters - in front of second hand computers - wild living on the side of the machines - dreams and figments - intertwined with all our passions - ceasing all reality - all our adventures shall now be virtual.
take it over. from the underside. when the colours fade into white and it all bcomes alright and we make our fires and meet up deep into the night - we'll see, many years from now - when our work is done and the war is won - we can still be one - no more - no more just vagabond boys and girls - out to have some fun - channelize - actualize - transcedentalize - see through their lies...
when everything is jelly bean and the rocking horse hunter is playing draw-string dreams - your temptations hang from the sides of your eye-lids and jesus says he loved you too soon - lookin' up at the moon - all the stars shine down on you and your fragmented soul - reaching toward one whole - with only passion and faith - no hate - no need - to wait -- where there is love - there can be no fear -- time to explode -- front-stage from out back at the rear.. the tales of freedom from the streets of redemption - that we walked - for the better parts of our disenfranchised lives -- livin' it up - at Bombay High... waving every passing day - jaded goodbyes...
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