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The Gathering Album


if_then_else (07/25/2000)
07/25/2000
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Outrun the fight
I use to hide
in quiet places

I'll refrase my cry
For I would keep on wondering
the rest of my life

You're all moving too fast
My biggest fear is
that we'll never ever last

I know, it's not that easy
Let's hit the brakes

Don't take no time
Unless there's a crime
to be committed

I guess we lost our faith
While we stand and wait
untill nothing ever happens

I know, it's not that easy
Let's hit the brakes


. . .



What fine judgement I see
in the eyes of our world leaders
Oh how beautiful life could be
if it hadn't been shot to pieces

Shot to pieces

What secret music do I hear
upon the drums of my ear

What great pleasure I feel
I come from nowhere and I shall return
Because of you people I will flee
I see my late identity burn


. . .



The torture won't part you
Motherly breast won't warm you
You fail and foam from your mouth
why is it so loud, this sound?

All the sense your are capable of
does not seem to save you
You heed the glance of a smile
Was it impossible to float for a while?

Restless is carrying fever
burning you to pieces
In search and need of a friend
Will I bow down to this in the end?

I lay in the hands of my maker
and I want to spend the rest of it awake
Why do I get the feeling they'll brake it
It's a fight... it's a fight...

The torture won't part you
LyricsMothers lap can't seem to warm you
You strain, you climb up and frown
Why is it so loud, This down?

All the sense you are capable of
does not seem to save you
You heed the glance of a smile
Was it impossible to float for a while?

I lay in the hands of my maker
And I want to spend the rest of it awake
Why do I get the feeling they'll brake it
It's a fight... it's a fight


. . .



Why did I ever think
life is about to go on
in a minute

And did I ever see
life is about to go on
in a minute
Life never goes on
Those are empty words

This is the back door
that will lead you out
to find the alley of your dreams
They try and tell you
They're just empty words

It's just a frame of mind

This is the back door
Leading me out
Sweep you away
We'll never go on
We're used to these empty words

It's just a frame of mind


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The magical air evaporates
whenever we float down from
the big plateau
We are here,

To let you know,
our rear view mirror
is full of meaning

Our endless trip is now in session
The twelve wheel drive
is overfloating with great experience

You've heard,
our rear view mirror
is full of meaning
Heating up,
coming down with the biggest flue

Our moves have set the evening
and we feel right, winding down
hanging on to silence
While equipment is digesting
in the underbelly of our ride
We believe,

And let you know,
our rear view mirror
is full of meaning


. . .



[instrumental]


. . .



In the garden, in the park, on a bench, I sit.
A newspaper floats on the breeze of this late summer.
It is coming my way,
I patiently wait.

I see the sign, it's on the road
and I think it's crazy

In the garden, of the park, on a bench, I watch.
The sandy feet of the children.
Pearls of sweat run across their beautiful faces.

You see the sign, it's on the road
but I think you're crazy

You are, you are the sign
of my unrelief

As I easily get inner contact with myself,
I notice distress grabbing for my throat.
It is time to reach out.
To find something that isn't there,

You see the signs, they're on the road
but I think it's crazy

You are, you are the sign
of my unrelief


. . .



The fabric softener of the mind
makes everything easy
and we slide down

Slide over, you

The fabric softener of the mind
makes everything lazy
and we dive down

Slide over, you


. . .



The day you went away
You had to screw me over
I guess you didn't know
all the stuff you left me with
is way too much to handle
But I guess you don't care

You don't need to preach
you don't have to love me, all the time

Whatever on earth possessed you
to make this bold decision
I guess you don't need me
While whispering those words
I cried like a baby
hoping you would care

You don't need to preach
you don't have to love me, all the time

You don't have to preach
all the time


. . .



I see your eyes
Blue and wide open
Take your time
my divine creature
My arms will provide
undivided attention

Sleep, child sleep
rest your eyes
until the sun comes up
and you'll awake
to light, everyones day
up again

Rest your head
in my lap, honey
The day I wept
is when I had you my love

Sleep, child sleep
rest your eyes
until the sun comes up
and you'll awake
to light everyones day
up again


. . .



[instrumental]


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