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Instrumental
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Sometimes I think you should be able to read my mind
Then it would be possible for you to see the thoughts that I hide
Do you really think that you’re free to choose?
Walking away is the best you can do
Though being with you never fails to raise a smile
Neither one of us is willing to go that extra mile
Do you really think that you’re free to choose?
Walking away is all you can do
And I never could understand
Why there are things in life that are bad
And there are things you have to do
That you don’t like to do
But if you look into my eyes
You can see the spark inside
I find I have to fight from watching the morning light
And I see with someone different each and every night
Do you really think that you’re free to choose?
Walking away is the best you can do
And I find myself asking the same old question
Can anyone ever really know another person?
Do you really think that you’re free to choose?
Walking away is all you can do
And I never could understand
Why there are things in life that are bad
And there are things you have to do
That you don’t like to do
But if you look into my eyes
You can see the spark inside…Deep inside
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Instrumental
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Metal more attractive
Making love to your memory
Is just like walking on glass
You run away from home
But you know it will never last
So many good times,
So many bad times,
You’re the pearl of great price
Drowning in an ocean
Composed of my sweat and lies
Hidden rage, hidden rage and hidden secrets
You kept it (them) all inside
Hidden rage and hidden secrets
It’s my life
And if you need the space
Then I’ll give you your space
You know I’ll walk right the other way
If there’s even the slightest chance,
that we might meet face-to-face
You’ve got to preach what you practice
Because time flies, when you’re in love
You have to work hard for it,
And I’ll never be the employee of the month
Hidden rage, hidden rage and hidden secrets
You kept it (them) all inside
Hidden rage and hidden secrets
It’s my life
Well it’s the least that you could do,
For all that was done for you
The frustration of your beautiful face,
Gets me down
And now I’m looking for, yes, I’m looking for,
Some kind of valuable friend
And another disquieting feeling,
Slowly comes to its bitter end
Hidden rage, hidden rage and hidden secrets
You kept it (them) all inside
Hidden rage and hidden secrets
It’s my life
This is my life
This is my life
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Instrumental
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Nine o’clock on a Sunday night
And I know I never say things right
Dancing near you can almost be heaven
I want to fall into the pit of your eyes
And Andy says: “Let’s go out and have some fun”
“We’ll drink, and we’ll sweat, and we’ll see everyone”
“See everyone…be with everyone…meet everyone…see everyone”
In the dark, old kitchen
The faucet keeps track of my indecision
The pit in my stomach is the pit of your eyes
And the feeling makes me fall down
And Andy says “Let’s go out and have some fun”
“We’ll drink, and we’ll sweat, and we’ll see everyone”
“See everyone…be with everyone…meet everyone…see everyone”
You ask me what I want from you
And I never know what to say
But what I want if everything
My heart has been grabbed and squeezed
And Andy says “Let’s go out and have some fun”
“We’ll drink, and we’ll sweat, and we’ll see everyone”
“See everyone…be with everyone…meet everyone…see everyone”
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7. |
Bright Ideas
01:27
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Instrumental
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All the bodies – there were twenty-seven
In the crowd – surrounded by heaven
In all our yesterdays (x2)
Down to the bottom of the bottle
Once step closer and I’ll rattle
In all our yesterdays (x2)
The dark and chaos was our banner
Consequence – what did it matter?
In all our yesterdays (x2)
You were here – like all the others
And you cursed me – like a Cain brother
In all our yesterdays (x2)
In all our yesterdays (x4)
In the pit – where you were fallen
There was no use – but I tried calling
In all our yesterdays (x2)
All the bodies – there were twenty-seven
In the crowd – surrounded by heaven
In all our yesterdays (x2)
Down to the bottom of the bottle
Once step closer and I’ll rattle
In all our yesterdays (x2)
The dark and chaos was our banner
Consequence – what did it matter?
In all our yesterdays (x2)
In all our yesterdays (x4)
In ways
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Opiate (2022 Edit)
04:09
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Instrumental with Public Domain Sound Samples
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Knocked Dead
01:18
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Look at the skies above my head
Falling down, knocking me dead
Looking up I see my head is split down the middle
Like your heart
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I Have to Tell You
05:04
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Instrumental
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Strangle (Anubis Mix)
03:04
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You thought I would be angry
I thought you would be frightened
But I just came to, to say hello
To give it meaning - You feared condemnation
I thought concern and friendship were ideal
If looks could kill I’d strangle you
But you know that’s not, that’s not really what I want to do
If looks could kill you’d run away from me
Maybe it’s not, maybe it’s not that plain to see
Way back in those days
They told me misery loves company
But then again - Who really needs guests?
Sitting around listening to you,
Well you didn’t say very much
And even those days are long gone
If looks could kill I’d strangle you
But you know that’s not really, really what I want to do
If looks could kill you’d run away from me
Maybe it’s not that plain to see
You thought that you had wronged me - communication confused
Communication pushes you further in wrong directions
You thought and I thought, but we didn’t say
And that leaves us where we are today
If looks could kill I’d strangle you
But you know, know, know, that’s not what I want to do
If looks could kill you’d run away from me
Maybe it’s not that, maybe it’s not that plain to see
Way back in those days
Misery loves company
But then again - who needs guests?
Sitting around and listening to you
You didn’t say very much
And even those days are gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone…
If looks could kill I’d, I’d strangle you
If looks could kill I’d strangle you
But you know that’s not really, really what I want to do
If looks could kill I’d strangle you
But that’s not what I want to do,
That’s not, really what I want to do
If looks could kill I’d strangle you
But that’s not really what I want to do
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Some Years Later
01:13
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Instrumental
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How many lies must I – hold inside
Within my aimless, beating – Svengali heart?
I couldn’t tell you, I can’t – hate myself
Anymore than I – already do
Oh, golden girl
Won’t you please save my soul?
Golden girl – save my soul
Golden girl
And though I don’t know you – at all
And I’ve only seen you maybe once – or twice
I will use you in my – my mind and song
So please don’t hate me - there’s enough who do
Oh, golden girl
Won’t you please save my soul?
Golden girl – save my soul
Golden girl
Strawberry burlesque and – chocolate blood
My heart is sealed and is – lost in love
But were it not so I’d – I’d steal your heart
And when you rob too many – you will be caught
Oh, golden girl
Won’t you please save my soul?
Golden girl – save my soul
Golden girl
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15. |
Synapse
01:31
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Instrumental
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Nine o’clock on a Sunday night
And I know I never say things right
Dancing near you can almost be heaven
I want to fall into the pit of your eyes
And Andy says: “Let’s go out and have some fun”
“We’ll drink, and we’ll sweat, and we’ll see everyone”
“See everyone…be with everyone…meet everyone…see everyone”
In the dark, old kitchen
The faucet keeps track of my indecision
The pit in my stomach is the pit of your eyes
And the feeling makes me fall down
And Andy says “Let’s go out and have some fun”
“We’ll drink, and we’ll sweat, and we’ll see everyone”
“See everyone…be with everyone…meet everyone…see everyone”
You ask me what I want from you
And I never know what to say
But what I want if everything
My heart has been grabbed and squeezed
And Andy says “Let’s go out and have some fun”
“We’ll drink, and we’ll sweat, and we’ll see everyone”
“See everyone…be with everyone…meet everyone…see everyone”
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Instrumental
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Rain strikes the window and blurs the outside
Each drop makes the tress bend a different way
And as the wind howls again I long to hide
From the cold chill that grips me inside
Forcing words about another day and place
The ground pulls me down to remind me again
Oh, that I stood listening to the pounding of the rain
And you placed all of your trust within my face
But the clouds looked like a broken mirror
And I don’t even know how you feel at all
The rain stops for all of us, no matter what they say
And I couldn’t help leaving you hoping for another place and day
You may never know just how sorry I am
Now that I’ve sewn the hole in my conscience
Sometimes I wish I could have returned what you had given to me
On rainy days your friendship letters only make it – worse
I took you along and left you hoping
It must have seemed like forever
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19. |
Prosthetica
05:09
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Instrumental
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You gonna look fine
Be primed for dancing
You're gonna trip and glide
All on the trembling plane
Your diamond hands
Will be stacked with roses
And wind and cars
And people of the past
I'll call you thing
Just when the moon sings
And place your face in stone
Upon the hill of stars
And gripped in the arms
Of the changeless madman
We'll dance our lives away
In the Ballrooms of Mars
You talk about day
I'm talking 'bout night time
When the monsters call out
The names of men
Bob Dylan knows
And I bet Alan Freed did
There are things in night
That are better not to behold
You dance
With your lizard leather boots on
And pull the strings
That change the faces of men
You diamond browed hag
You're a glitter-gaunt gangster
John Lennon knows your name
And I've seen his
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391 & the Army of Astraea New York, New York
391 & the Army of Astraea is the musical alter-ego of award-winning screenwriter, artist, and multi-instrumentalist, Ira Aron Rosenblum. Having recorded Post-Punk & Industrial Music with a variety of accomplices from the mid-'80's-late-'90's, 391 & the Army of Astraea has returned after more than a decade hiatus, and now focuses on Film Score, Electronic Music, and Singer-Songwriter Folk-Rock. ... more
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