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The Automatic Album


This Is A Fix (08/25/2008)
08/25/2008
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I'm sick of government warnings
That tell me to watch my intake
I know my limits and I know
That everyone makes mistakes

And I'll tell you I'm fine, tell you I'm fine
I'll tell you when I've had enough
I can't take it too hard
I want every last drop going to my head

I'm going out of my way, to go out of my
Mind going out of my way
I'm going out of my way, to go out of my
Mind going out of my way

I don't want trouble or bad times
I'm a responsible citizen
But now and then, some people spoil it for
Everybody else

Some people should not partake
Sometimes it's a big mistake
But I have no say, you know it's in control of
In control of myself

I'm going out of my way, to go out of my
Mind going out of my way
I'm going out of my way, to go out of my
Mind going out of my way
[ The Automatic Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]

And I'll tell you I'm fine, tell you I'm fine
I'll tell you when I've had enough
I can't take it too hard
I want every last drop going to my head

So far, too far gone
So far, too far gone

So much better than this morning
I feel so much better than this morning
I feel so much better than this morning
Than this morning

It's in control of my, in control of myself
It's in control of my, in control of myself
It's in control of my, in control of myself
It's in control of my, in control of myself

I'm going out of my way, to go out of my
Mind going out of my way
I'm going out of my way, to go out of my
Mind going out of my way

And I'll tell you I'm fine, tell you I'm fine
I'll tell you when I've had enough
I can't take it too hard
I want every last drop going to my head

. . .


Can't put my finger on whats changed
To my surprise i found everything the same
In a house thats not quite home
Nothing was missing but something had gone

I hadn't seen my reflection in a while
I tried to ? direction for miles
So i took a walk through town
To see if someone moved the streets around

I was a teenage Steve McQueen
My best performance escaping
I was a teenage Steve McQueen
My best performance escaped me

The engine was running but i couldn't get away
I didn't see any reason to stay
All my visions have been erased
Cast an extra with nothing to say

I wrote myself into a new storyline
This part was different this time it was mine
Now I'm lost in my own town
It seems like someone moved the streets around

I was a teenage Steve McQueen
My best performance escaping
I was a teenage Steve McQueen
My best performance escaped me

Everything just as i left it
But it wasn't me who left it
The position had been filled

Everything just as i left it
But it wasn't me who left it
The position had been filled

just chasing just chasing just chasing my tail
just chasing just chasing just chasing my tail
I'm just
trying to
with myself
catch up
trying to
I'm just trying to catch up with myself
catch up with
catch up
trying to catch, catch up
with myselfffffff

I was a teenage Steve McQueen
My best performance escaping
I was a teenage Steve McQueen
My best performance escaped me

Everything just as i left it
But it wasn't me who left it
The position had been filled

Everything just as i left it
But it wasn't me who left it
The position had been filled

I was a teenage Steve McQueen
My best performance escaped me
I was a teenage Steve McQueen
My best performance escaping

. . .


On a scale of one to ten
What number are you again?
I've got a preoccupation with quantifying every part of a human being, every part and what it means.
And turning it into a commodity

Where do I connect with this machine?
We have become accessories.
Make your connections in flesh and blood.
We have become accessories.

In a hundred words or less tell me about yourself.
It's so easy to know you when you're packaged on a shelf, and we're joined at the fingertips.
Bye zeros and ones we'll be sold to the highest bid.

What happens when the power goes out?
What happens when we're disconnected? (x2)

Where do I connect with this machine?
We have become accessories.
Make your connections in flesh and blood.
We have become accessories.

What happens when the power goes out? (x2)

Where do I connect with this machine?
We have become accessories.
Make your connections in flesh and blood.
We have become accessories.

. . .


Tearing out pages from your only book
Circle the bold print, it's where you have to look
I could try but I wouldn't get too far
Tearing out pages, I wouldn't get that far

Magazines, tearing pieces of me
They just fall out, they just fall out
Magazines, tearing pieces of me
They just fall out, they just fall out

If you see three fingers, read between the lines
It's what I thought you were good at, but you do what you like
I could try but I wouldn't get too far
Making holes in pictures, tearing words apart

Magazines, tearing pieces of me
They just fall out, they just fall out
Magazines, tearing pieces of me
They just fall out, they just fall out

Let me spell it out, let me spell it

Magazines, tearing pieces of me
They just fall out, they just fall out
Magazines, tearing pieces of me
They just fall out, they just fall out
Magazines, tearing pieces of me
They just fall out, they just fall out
Magazines, tearing pieces of me
They just fall out, they just fall out

. . .


Strange things on the ocean floor,
Down where there is no light,
No complications,
Just a simple kind of life,
Lets swim in night time(?),
Hard to know where I stand,
With two feet on dry land,
As tretchurous as snakes and shifting sands.

If you're looking for answers,
If you're looking don't look here,
Don't look here.
If you're looking for answers,
If you're looking don't look here,
Don't look here.
I know,
I'm guaranteed to be watching,
I'm guaranteed to be waiting,
For something to change.
I know,
I'm guaranteed to be watching,
I'm guaranteed to be waiting,
For something to change.

Strange things never seen before,
Lost rooms and silence(?),
Bumps in the night and stories that we tell to children,
A clear glass divide,
No way to cross the line,
They swim forever while I'm going to watch the sea come in.

If you're looking for answers,
If you're looking don't look here,
Don't look here.
If you're looking for answers,
If you're looking don't look here,
Don't look here.
I know,
I'm guaranteed to be watching,
I'm guaranteed to be waiting,
For something to change.
I know,
I'm guaranteed to be watching,
I'm guaranteed to be waiting,
For something to change.

This ships' sailed as far as it can,
This ships' sailed as far as it can,
This ships' sailed as far as it can,
This ships' sailed as far as it can,
This ships' sailed as far as it can.

If you're looking for answers,
If you're looking don't look here,
Don't look here.
If you're looking for answers,
If you're looking don't look here,
Don't look here.
I know,
I'm guaranteed to be watching,
I'm guaranteed to be waiting,
For something to change.

What does it feel like,
To be something,
To be something your not,
And we could never know.

I know,
I'm guaranteed to be watching,
I'm guaranteed to be waiting,
For something to change

. . .


Beautiful, dead leaves before snow
Year in, year out
In the mountains where it grows
In jungles, so far away
It could not matter
If they had fireworks

If you're having fun, it doesn't matter so
You just carry on, like you always do
You're not special
Special enough, to make it ok

High ideals, such contradiction
Condescending to cross the line
Good times, beautiful people, expensive homes
Such hospitality

If you're having fun, it doesn't matter so
You just carry on, like you always do
You're not special
Special enough, to make it ok
If you're having fun, it doesn't matter so
You just carry on, like you always do
You're not special
Special enough, to make it ok

So go on, go on, you're doing alright
You've got money, a professional type
So go on, what's the worry with a little bit at a time?
What's the worry when it's someone else's problem?

It's not my problem
It's not my problem
It's not my problem

Beautiful, dead leaves before snow
Year in, year out
In the mountains

If you're having fun, it doesn't matter so
You just carry on, like you always do
You're not special
Special enough, to make it ok
If you're having fun, it doesn't matter so
You just carry on, like you always do
You're not special
Special enough, to make it ok

. . .


Tellin' you one thing
And you believe it
Once, twice, three, four times
'Til it sinks right in

They just followed orders to go on
This path runs in circles
This is a fix, this is a fix
They've been gone for four weeks and (?)
This path runs in circles
This is a fix, this is a fix

A bandage won't suffice
It cannot make it right
They believe the words
It cost them their life

They just followed orders to go on
This path runs in circles
This is a fix, this is a -
They've been gone for four weeks and (?)
This path runs in circles
This is a fix, this is a fix

Believin's the only thing that you'll need
that you'll need (x4)

They just followed orders to go on
This path runs in circles
This is a fix, this is a -
They've been gone for four weeks and (?)
This path runs in circles
This is a fix, this is a fix

. . .


A different attitude of mind is not something to be persecuted
No world government knows justice and truth from organised crime
Do you think that someone telling you what's right and what's wrong means liberty?
I don't

Film stars on the silver screen
If there's one thing I know from TV, good things don't happen to ugly people
A perfect smile's a good guy thing, they get the girl and they always win
Good things don't happen to ugly people

You were born to be the bad guy, make the hero look good and be despised
You know it's wrong but it feels so right, nothing to lose and you're going to die
You were born to be the bad guy, make the hero look good and be despised
You know it's wrong but it feels so right, nothing to lose

You've got a plan, a look in your eyes
You've got commitment and you know what you want
You've got a problem, history shows there's always somebody telling you no
Anyone looks good in a tuxedo with a gun
But it takes style to become public enemy number one

Film stars on the silver screen
If there's one thing I know from TV, good things don't happen to ugly people
A perfect smile's a good guy thing, they get the girl and they always win
Good things don't happen to ugly people

You were born to be the bad guy, make the hero look good and be despised
You know it's wrong but it feels so right, nothing to lose and you're going to die
You were born to be the bad guy, make the hero look good and be despised
You know it's wrong but it feels so right, nothing to lose and you're going to die

Always the bad guy, always the outsider
Always the bad guy, always the outsider

You were born to be the bad guy, make the hero look good and be despised
You know it's wrong but it feels so right, nothing to lose and you're going to die
You were born to be the bad guy, make the hero look good and be despised
You know it's wrong but it feels so right, nothing to lose and you're going to die

. . .


Nineteen years gone away, the kids have grown up
These trains don't run anymore
How the view from the window's changed
On mobile phones people talk and talk
Do we all complain too much?

You'd see so much more of the world today if you'd taken to sleepwalking
The last thing that you heard must have been all change, all change, all change

Time travelling makes an antique of yourself
The curtain's pulled wide, the unveiling of a museum piece
Small price to pay, small price to pay for this freedom of choice

You'd see so much more of the world today if you'd taken to sleepwalking
The last thing that you heard must have been all change, all change, all change

Out of date, in the right place at the wrong time, stolen, taken away
Out of place, but a lucky escape, rescued at last

You'd see so much more of the world today if you'd taken to sleepwalking
The last thing that you heard must have been all change, all change, all change

. . .


Touching your skin,
Is a victory,
A revolution,
of hearts and minds.
When does a movement become a regime?
When your spies with the smiling guys call in the secret police.
Call in the secret police.

What happened to the vision we had,
this silence is a strangled cry (call in the secret police).
The freedom to say whatever we like,
replaced with a recital of lines.

When the rot sets in,
misdressed in suspicion,
and to caress now a strange hand in the night,
the manifesto we prize,
with secrets and lies,
a state of fear,
a cold war.
Call in the secret police.

What happened to the vision we had,
this silence is a strangled cry (call in the secret police).
The freedom to say whatever we like,
replaced with a recital of lines.

What happened to the vision we had,
this silence is a strangled cry (call in the secret police).
The freedom to say whatever we like,
replaced with a recital of lines.

Don't make me disappear I have not told the line,
Don't make me disappear I have not told the line, (disappear, disappear)
Don't make me disappear I have not told the line, (disappear, disappear)

It doesn't have to get like this.
It doesn't have to get like this.

Call in the secret police.
Call in the secret police.

What happened to the vision we had, (ahh, ahh)
this silence is a strangled cry (call in the secret police) (ahh, ahh).
The freedom to say whatever we like (ahh, ahh),
replaced with a recital of lines (ahh, ahh).

What happened to the vision we had, (ahh, ahh)
this silence is a strangled cry (call in the secret police) (ahh, ahh).
The freedom to say whatever we like (ahh, ahh),
replaced with a recital of lines (ahh, ahh).

. . .


Seven second delay, what's in the gap between my ears and what you say?
Nothing on display, no evidence of life behind the noise
I'm on your side, I'm on your side, oh, but we don't see eye to eye
I'm on your side, I'm on your side, oh, but we don't see eye to eye

Sit back and wait, let someone else make the mistakes
No time to waste, no time to waste
We're pushing on, we've got somewhere to go
I'm on your side, I'm on your side, oh, but we don't see eye to eye
I'm on your side, I'm on your side, oh, but we don't see eye to eye

You're in the driving seat, don't know where you're going
This is getting out of control, this is getting out of control
You're in the driving seat, don't know where you're going
This is getting out of control, this is getting out of control

Hope and I hope and I always will
Feel what I feel and I always will
Feel your way around, your way around

I'm on your side, I'm on your side, oh, but we don't see eye to eye
I'm on your side, I'm on your side, oh, but we don't see eye to eye
I'm on your side, I'm on your side, oh, but we don't see eye to eye

You're in the driving seat, don't know where you're going
This is getting out of control, this is getting out of control
You're in the driving seat, don't know where you're going
This is getting out of control, this is getting out of control

Hope and I hope and I always will
Feel what I feel and I always will
Feel your way around, your way around

. . .


I've seen it all,
every gallery and concert hall,
those long-dead faces
and melodies i've heard before.
And when we reach the end,
What's the point behind it all?
Light entertainment so we forget the place we're in.

I've been paying close attention,
I've been on the edge of my seat,
waiting for an answer to,
the question that's been on my mind.
I can't enjoy this entertainment,
I can't enjoy myself because,
I'm concentrating too hard on,
not questioning what's going on.

We do our finest work,
in surroundings decay.
And now I find myself imagining the end.
Bricks crumbling.
The roof is finally caving in.
I knew this day would come,
but I thought I'd be out of here.

After all,
we'll start again.
You're calling out
the shot.
And all because,
the things we are,
we're waiting out,
the war.

I've been paying close attention,
I've been on the edge of my seat.
Waiting for,
Yeah I've been waiting for.
I can't enjoy this entertainment,
I can't enjoy myself because,
I'm concentrating,
we're not questioning,
ohhhhhhhh.

After all,
we'll start again.
You're calling out
the shot.
And all because,
the things we are,
we're waiting out,
the war.

I've seen it all, (After all)
every gallery and concert hall, (we'll start again)
those long-dead faces (You're calling out)
and melodies i've heard before. (the shot)
And when we reach the end, (and all because)
What's the point behind it all? (the things we are)
Light entertainment so we forget we're here. (we're waiting out, the war).

. . .


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