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Queensrÿche
Queensrÿche


Background information
Origin Bellevue, Washington, United States
Genre(s) Heavy Metal
Progressive Metal
Power Metal
Years active 1981—present
Label(s) Roadrunner Records
Sanctuary Records
Atlantic Records
Atco Records
Website Website
Members
Geoff Tate
Michael Wilton
Eddie Jackson
Scott Rockenfield
Former members
Chris DeGarmo
Kelly Gray
Mike Stone



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Queensrÿche Album


Tribe (2003)
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You're an angel with your wings broken
Wearing sandals that I tripped in
You're a holiday already taken
A cocktail that's stirred, never shaken

Your head's in overload
You've reached your threshold
And you're about to explode...

Open your eyes - Just say what you want to say
Open your eyes - You see yours isn't the only way
Open your eyes - To you everyone is blind
Open your eyes - Open your eyes and your mind

You're like a handgun that's fully loaded
Making idle threats of violence

Your head's in overload
You've reached your threshold
And you're about to explode...

Open your eyes - You take what you want for free
Open your eyes - And you see what you want to see
Open your eyes - To you everyone is blind
Open your eyes - Open your eyes and your mind

Open your eyes - Just say what you want to say
Open your eyes - You see yours isn't the only way
Open your eyes - To you everyone is blind
Open your eyes - Open your eyes and your mind

Open your mind...
Open your mind...
Open your mind...

. . .


There's a thunder in my head,
a roar I can't escape.
I can't ignore this certain fate
I'm experiencing something.
I can't explain.
There's a frame of reference fragile at best.
An itching fear that's stronger than the rest.
Follow the black ribbon into the sun.
Push it further baby, careful with this burnout now.

I'm losing myself in you
and trying to get back to me.
But I'm so far away, I'm losing myself.

The sand in my mouth,
the wind and heat I feel numb.
Ten days on the road and it feels
like where I've been ain't so bad.
Gotta get back home to you.
Gotta get back home to you.
Gotta get back home.
Throttle back slowly there's no time like now.
Red line it baby I'm pushing to the edge now.

I'm losing myself in you
and trying to get back to me.
But I'm so far away, I'm losing myself.

I'm beating down this desert highway
one hundred miles an hour times two.
But I'm so far away, I'm a million miles away.

I'm losing myself in you
and trying to get back to me.
But I'm so far away, I'm losing myself.

Get me off this desert highway.
Gotta get back to you but I'm so far away.
I'm a million miles away.

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With a simple wave,
her hand creates my universe.
She spins and dances around the fire.
Eyes search the open road,
caught up in the sound of
transmissions burning down the wire.

We reach out for the sky
and were never coming down.
We reach out for the sky
and were never coming down.

Live life in extreme
better then any magazine could ever hope to describe.
Ripped, we sweat this desert dance, baby do your best.
We're on our way to higher consciousness.

We reach out for the sky
and we're never coming down.

Keep reaching, keep reaching.
We're never coming down.

High on a million breaths of her,
I surrender to the magic all around me.

We reach out for the sky
and we're never coming down

. . .


We are all equal but we're individually different
and able to reach the impossible if we try.

We find faith and strength in the most unlikely places
and love sometimes eludes us, but we try.
We keep searching and one day we find ...

life goes on and around like a wheel
it keeps on turning, that's the deal.
Why are we running?
We're running so fast to keep from falling behind.
Problems come and they go and
in the end what will you show?
Why are we worried?
We worry so much, worry about falling behind.

Is it really all about the thing
of what you wear and what you think I'll think?
Who has more?
Arabs and Jews at war, I don't care anymore.
It's always the same tired story.
How many dead in the name of some god?
And what's the difference?
Don't give a damn about their differences.
Nothing's sacred once the shooting starts .

Life goes on like a wheel,
it keeps on turning, that's for real.
Why are we running?
We're running so fast to keep from falling behind.
What may come and what may go
and in the end what will you show for all your worries?
Why worry so much, why worry about falling behind?

The plans already in motion,
it happens whether we say.
The old world order is over,
intelligence and love win the day.
I won't regret one moment
life is too short for that, bring it on.

Life goes on and around like a wheel,
it keeps on turning, that's the deal.
Why are we running?
We're running so fast to keep from falling behind.
Problems come and they go and
in the end what will you show?
Why are we worried?
Why worry so much? Don't worry about falling behind

. . .


I'd reconciled my anger got outside of danger.
I was waiting for some signal, a sign from angels.
When the tide turns against you
it's a strange sensation, a revelation of imagination.
I could change my course and face the flow,
reap the seeds that I had sewn or follow that old river south.
Here's what I found out.

I was standing on the Great Divide looking out across America.
Trying to find my truth, define it for myself.
I died the day when I saw this place.
I saw what I could lose.

A very simple mechanism separates the fool from wisdom.
The lines between us are not real.
Conditioning is what makes us feel ignorant.
And apathy will feed our hate.
So we can never give in.

There I was standing at the Great Divide, looking for the truth in America.
For all that time I searched, when I closed my eyes,
I found the thing I was looking for.
I had it all the time.

So are we standing at the Great Divide?
Is there hope for America?
Take the flag we wave, the freedoms that we sing.
Without respect for one other,
it doesn't mean a thing

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Lying here awake again.
Minutes before dawn I hear your breathing,
your heart beat like a song.
Lately I've been feeling a little less then good but
seeing things for the first time like I never could.

I've had my head down against the door,
trying to get to something I couldn't find before.
That special something, that feeds my soul,
is a rhythm to live by, it's a rhythm of hope.

Something drives us onwards.
Something gives us strength.
What makes our judgment falter is the questions we think.
Who am I to fly so high?
What gives me the right to dream of what could be,
keep reaching for the light?

I've been standing in front of that door,
basing my happiness on what' I knew before.
Searching for something that moves my soul.
A rhythm to hold to, a rhythm to live to.

Have you been down like this before?
I guarantee there's something waiting for you just open that door.
A rhythm to live by, that moves your soul.
A rhythm that holds you.
A rhythm to live to.

And if there's one thing we all need now,
it's a rhythm to live by, a rhythm of hope.

Lying here awake again

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Taken to a place underground,
a cavern, ten thousand steps down.
The only light was fire fly glow,
reflecting in the blue crystal show.
Feeling in the darkness surrounding me,
roots of giant Sequoia trees
anchor the canopy of life that's above.
The answer to the mystery of life is _

Traveled through the jungles of the Yucatan
and drank the potion from the magic man.
Held the starlight inches from my face,
pushed the door open, # 7.
I walked the path way to heaven.
Saw the same face of God.

Seems every where I go
I see the same face, I feel the same flow.
With every one I meet and every hand I shake,
I'm every man, trying my best to get to know
because everything's at stake.

We're the same tribe.

Passing through Morocco for the faithful is a trip.
Hallucinating visions drives my desert ship.
For a thousand miles we could not fail,
can't enjoy if you can't inhale.
Clearly a lifetimes need of some experience and
for the record, peace.

Seems every where I go
I see the same face, I feel the same flow.
With every one I meet and every hand I shake,
I see myself in every man, trying my best to get to know
because everything's at stake.

We're the same tribe

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Thank-you for the lies, the lies you sold us.
Thank-you for this vision of violence.
Thank-you for this song you gave me to sing.
Thank-you for the capping day
of a culture that lay dying.
Yes it's us dying.
Maybe it won't be long,
now that it's all gone on.

It's all gone wrong and
there's blood on our hands.

We saw them lying there
with their arms around each other,
staring through their fear and
the miles between our heads.
You could have told the truth.
It was your decision to
sacrifice integrity and compassion for greed.

Now it's all gone wrong and
there's blood on our hands

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When I asked him,
he described a thousand lifetimes.
At each turn, a hint of what one still must learn.

Now I've read the thoughts of philosophers,
the words of liars, who say that underneath I'm worthless.
Incomplete?

Some one said we live our lives in between the extremes.
Is the art of life discipline?
Is that the sweet mystery?

The art of life is ...
without rushing, without faltering we push it as far as we can.

Observe with patience.
Free your mind.
Efficiency, control.
To develop the form starts with acceptance,
then submission to the goal.

Some one said somewhere we live our lives in between the extremes.
Is the art of life discipline?
Is that the sweetest mystery?

The art of life is ...
without rushing, without faltering, unraveling the secrets of knowledge.
We must challenge and defeat our four natural enemies;
Fear.
Clarity of mind.
Power and the desire to rest

. . .


Have you noticed The way people seem today?
Look in their eyes, you can feel their uncertainty.
Working hard for what they fear others would think.
Empty hearts are afraid to break away:don't be afraid.

We could all use a little sunshine
Take the day off :outside.
Hey look around, everything's better now
And here we are and we're doin' fine.

If we look inside, breath deep, and count to ten.
We'll find what we need to see us through
All the way to the end.
We'll know all the answers
Once we stop this judgment game
And realize deep down we're all the same.

We could all use a little sunshine
Take the day off and smile.
Hey look around everything's better now,
And here we are and getting along fine.
Yeah, we're doin' just fine.

We could all use some sunshine
Take the day off and smile.
Hey look around, everything's better
And here we are getting along just fine.

Next time we could try a little harder
And quickly put out the fire,
By working out our differences and
Finding truth we can all believe in.

We're looking at life from a different side.
We're looking at like from a different side.

And I know that we'll all be fine.
And I know that we'll all be fine.

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