When I look in the mirror
I see green eyes staring back,
I wonder if people think I'm evil or
an alien or is it just an un-natural look. Green, mother nature's way of letting us know life is always growing.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
I was not drunk or asleep, merely awed with the stars
I may have had a few too many drinks, but I've been to my share of bars...
Seen my share of scars and deaths and bomb threats...
Seen even some porno flicks with literally naked chefs!...
(they were female of course)
So maybe they were cooks...
With glass-cutting nipples...
...Some literally killer looks...
I even wrote a term paper once on why ursa major looks like a big boner (dont ask!)
But I'm digressing again,
At a vital time, when...
The aliens are coming
Awake... to life again!
I think I'll steal some Radiohead verse
"In an intastella burst...
I am back to save the universe!!!"
Angry aliens... Big eyes... and green bodies...
I dont think they are annoyed by the dust ...
but by our racial profiling follies...
We are stereotyping them as intelligent
We are labeling them as perceptive...
We are pushing them down a flight of jagged...biting...socially unaccepted stairs....
Maybe we should just ask them who their leader is and get the fuck out of here! After all, if they're as geeky as we assume, they probably aren't going to bite!
Bleeting and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream... Wave upon wave of demented avengance march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream
I need to get back on that nordic track...
The aliens are chasing me... there's pain round my back
I fear most of all their tenacious attacks...
And I fear the possibility of them probing my sac!
I fear so many things that I need to lay down...
Need do put this issue six feet underground...
Need to pull this lazer-gun off the wall that I found...
And begin to discharge the bullets round and round...
Fuck me for a pomposs asshole this time
But we need to put rest to this alien's kind
We need to destroy them or they will do us...
We need to annihilate them and leave nothing behind...
So I pull on the trigger...
And what would you figure...?
But this weapon is naught but a lovelovelove discharger...
Suddenly the aliens are angry no more...
They desire hugs and kisses galore...
I'm not so superficial... and I've lost all my nerve...
I suggest that we exit into space thru the exit door...
It's like high school all over again!
Bleeting and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream... Wave upon wave of demented avengance march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream
It so easy to get lost floating
not caring what direction your going
but damn it, life dictates that we need
solid ground just to move around.
If only we could float, free to be.
Banish such thoughts for to be a free spirit
would only rock the boat.
So I'll climb down the ladder of life
til my feet touch the ground
knowing that this is where we
must start and end. On solid ground.
But I will not bend and kiss it,
for someday I will surely miss it.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
some of kisses feel like a prick
some are just painful.
but through it all, I'll keep walking
because at some point I know
the ground will get smooth again.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
What was erased?
What was covered by the snow.
Was it me?
If I go back and look,
will I find a memory of me
or has everything faded.
Who will know - I was.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
We've turned all our problems from universal to global...
But before we move on I'll make one more proposal...
To meet with ourselves in the most perfect way...
To become one with ourselves, perfect, final, and total...
After all, will we ever get the chance again?
Bleeting and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream... Wave upon wave of demented avengance march cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream
"We see they surround us, we see
See them deciding our fate
That which was once up to us
Is too late...
So, we'll beome naked
And with them
We'll become one."
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
We must be one, for chances come and go,
so there exists and opportunity to make it right.
Yet if opportunity only knocks once, will we hear it?
Will it echo around the globe or will we miss it
and continue on the path we now walk.
Who said the song is wrong, we are the world.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
Who writes history and through whose eyes is history rewritten.
I have the ability to instantly share my thoughts with
someone around the global. It matters not to me what
country my message reaches, nor the ears it beseches.
For you will not hear this message,
I will send no words to confuse you or use you.
Only until your ready to listen to my thoughts,
can you appreciate my words.
How boring is history, no one listens,
we all took the grade that was given on the curved.
Do you appreciate your knowledge now?
Who cares, and why when I see you through TV eyes.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
make my head vacant
wipe the slate clean
then fill it again
with your empty promise
of a brave new world
any not notice we're being sold down the river
Some people have to have the sultry evenings Cocktails in the blue, red and grey But I like every minute of the day.
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
Comments
I see green eyes staring back,
I wonder if people think I'm evil or
an alien or is it just an un-natural look. Green, mother nature's way of letting us know life is always growing.
I may have had a few too many drinks, but I've been to my share of bars...
Seen my share of scars and deaths and bomb threats...
Seen even some porno flicks with literally naked chefs!...
(they were female of course)
So maybe they were cooks...
With glass-cutting nipples...
...Some literally killer looks...
I even wrote a term paper once on why ursa major looks like a big boner (dont ask!)
But I'm digressing again,
At a vital time, when...
The aliens are coming
Awake... to life again!
I think I'll steal some Radiohead verse
"In an intastella burst...
I am back to save the universe!!!"
Angry aliens... Big eyes... and green bodies...
I dont think they are annoyed by the dust ...
but by our racial profiling follies...
We are stereotyping them as intelligent
We are labeling them as perceptive...
We are pushing them down a flight of jagged...biting...socially unaccepted stairs....
Maybe we should just ask them who their leader is and get the fuck out of here! After all, if they're as geeky as we assume, they probably aren't going to bite!
Wow look at Earth amongst the stars
Next stop could be Uranus
I'm not liking the name of that already
Oh Uranus
Well grease 'er up
Wait...no...the probing thing is over
But maybe that's where they're from
No f-ing wonder they probed bums
Look at the name of the planet they're from!
The aliens are chasing me... there's pain round my back
I fear most of all their tenacious attacks...
And I fear the possibility of them probing my sac!
I fear so many things that I need to lay down...
Need do put this issue six feet underground...
Need to pull this lazer-gun off the wall that I found...
And begin to discharge the bullets round and round...
Fuck me for a pomposs asshole this time
But we need to put rest to this alien's kind
We need to destroy them or they will do us...
We need to annihilate them and leave nothing behind...
So I pull on the trigger...
And what would you figure...?
But this weapon is naught but a lovelovelove discharger...
Suddenly the aliens are angry no more...
They desire hugs and kisses galore...
I'm not so superficial... and I've lost all my nerve...
I suggest that we exit into space thru the exit door...
It's like high school all over again!
Leaving the probe that one's rump
Three of us floating in space
Slowing down life's fast pace
Nary a sound
But what the fuck are we gonna do
How will we get back on solid ground?
not caring what direction your going
but damn it, life dictates that we need
solid ground just to move around.
If only we could float, free to be.
Banish such thoughts for to be a free spirit
would only rock the boat.
So I'll climb down the ladder of life
til my feet touch the ground
knowing that this is where we
must start and end. On solid ground.
But I will not bend and kiss it,
for someday I will surely miss it.
Has missed your feet
Although you may not bend for it
With each step your soles recieve it's kiss
some are just painful.
but through it all, I'll keep walking
because at some point I know
the ground will get smooth again.
A sea of blidning white
Leave my footprints behind
Looking back they've disappeared
Was I ever there at all?
What was covered by the snow.
Was it me?
If I go back and look,
will I find a memory of me
or has everything faded.
Who will know - I was.
Is that relevant?
If you do not remember me
Did I ever really exist al all?
Only you know for sure
Like the falling snow
Driving and pure
And you are existance
Together we are the world
We are it's children
We are the ones who make a better day
So lets start giving
From such a lame country
They think they are the world
They think they make it a better day
Tell me what I say
Tell me what I say now
What I say
What I say
What I say
I'll tell you what I've seen though
Bombs over Bhagdad
From a place that thinks they're making a better day :(
Written into so many a song
Where did it all go wrong
I solve the worlds problems
After another hit on this bong
Took a hit from our bong
They'd be less apt to kill
And more apt to sing our song
But before we move on I'll make one more proposal...
To meet with ourselves in the most perfect way...
To become one with ourselves, perfect, final, and total...
After all, will we ever get the chance again?
See them deciding our fate
That which was once up to us
Is too late...
So, we'll beome naked
And with them
We'll become one."
so there exists and opportunity to make it right.
Yet if opportunity only knocks once, will we hear it?
Will it echo around the globe or will we miss it
and continue on the path we now walk.
Who said the song is wrong, we are the world.
We must understand
We must learn
Before all our history
Starts to burn
I have the ability to instantly share my thoughts with
someone around the global. It matters not to me what
country my message reaches, nor the ears it beseches.
For you will not hear this message,
I will send no words to confuse you or use you.
Only until your ready to listen to my thoughts,
can you appreciate my words.
How boring is history, no one listens,
we all took the grade that was given on the curved.
Do you appreciate your knowledge now?
Who cares, and why when I see you through TV eyes.
I can change the world
My knowledge keeps growing
Unlike the stagnant news
That fills heads from the t.v.
Do they feel dead in their bones?
Dead in their homes?
Dead and alone?
No one likes you
Anymore
The rest of the world
Is not your whore
Not knowing if the true story is told
Vegetating and growing old
While the idiot box is sprouting mold
wipe the slate clean
then fill it again
with your empty promise
of a brave new world
any not notice we're being sold down the river
INTER-FUCKING-MISSION!!!
Newcastle-Riverside 02/22/92!!!
E.rutherford New Jersey 01/06/06
Athens -Greece.survived !barely-
Wembley 18/06/07- no words- just smiles!
Tie the wood
Float away and live forever
If we only could