Moving Pictures
A modern-day warrior Mean, mean stride Today's Tom Sawyer Mean, mean pride Though his mind is not for rent Don't put him down as arrogant His reserve, a quiet defense Riding out the day's events The river What you say about his company is what you say about society Catch the mist, catch the myth Catch the mystery, catch the drift The world is, the world is Love and life are deep Maybe as his skies are wide Today's Tom Sawyer He gets high on you And the space he invades He gets by on you No, his mind is not for rent to any god or government Always hopeful, yet discontent He knows changes aren't permanent But change is And what you say about his company is what you say about society Catch the witness, catch the wit Catch the spirit, catch the spit The world is, the world is Love and life are deep Maybe as his eyes are wide Exit the warrior Today's Tom Sawyer He gets high on you And the energy you trade He gets right on to the friction of the day
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
My uncle has a country place that no one knows about He says it used to be a farm before the Motor Law And now on Sundays I elude the Eyes and hop the Turbine Freight To far outside the Wire where my white-haired uncle waits Jump to the ground as the Turbo slows to cross the borderline Run like the wind as excitement shivers up and down my spine Down in his barn My uncle preserved for me an old machine For fifty-odd years To keep it as new has been his dearest dream I strip away the old debris that hides a shining car A brilliant red Barchetta from a better vanished time I fire up the willing engine Responding with a roar Tires spitting gravel I commit my weekly crime Wind In my hair Shifting and drifting Mechanical music Adrenaline surge... Well-weathered leather Hot metal and oil The scented country air Sunlight on chrome The blur of the landscape Every nerve aware Suddenly ahead of me Across the mountainside A gleaming alloy air-car shoots towards me, two lanes wide I spin around with shrieking tires to run the deadly race Go screaming through the valley as another joins the chase Drive like the wind Straining the limits of machine and man Laughing out loud with fear and hope I've got a desperate plan At the one-lane bridge, I leave the giants stranded at the riverside Race back to the farm to dream with my uncle at the fireside
This track is instrumental.
Living on a lighted stage Approaches the unreal For those who think and feel In touch with some reality beyond the gilded cage Cast in this unlikely role Ill-equipped to act With insufficient tact One must put up barriers to keep oneself intact Living in the limelight The universal dream For those who wish to seem Those who wish to be Must put aside the alienation Get on with the fascination The real relation The underlying theme Living in a fisheye lens Caught in the camera eye I have no heart to lie I can't pretend a stranger is a long-awaited friend All the world's indeed a stage, and we are merely players Performers and portrayers Each another's audience outside the gilded cage Living in the limelight The universal dream For those who wish to seem Those who wish to be Must put aside the alienation Get on with the fascination The real relation The underlying theme (x2) The real relation The underlying theme
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
[Part I] Grim-faced and forbidding Their faces closed tight An angular mass of New Yorkers Pacing in rhythm Race the oncoming night They chase through the streets of Manhattan Head-first humanity Pause at a light Then flow through the streets of the city They seem oblivious to a soft spring rain Like an English rain So light, yet endless from a leaden sky The buildings are lost in their limitless rise My feet catch the pulse and the purposeful stride I feel the sense of possibilities I feel the wrench of hard realities The focus is sharp in the city [Part II] Wide-angle watcher On life's ancient tales Steeped in the history of London Green and grey washes in a wispy white veil Mist in the streets of Westminster Wistful and weathered The pride still prevails Alive in the streets of the city Are they oblivious to this quality? A quality of light unique to every city's streets Pavements may teem with intense energy, but the city is calm in this violent sea I feel the sense of possibilities I feel the wrench of hard realities The focus is sharp in the city
Unstable condition A symptom of life In mental and environmental change Atmospheric disturbance The feverish flux of human interface and interchange The impulse is pure Sometimes our circuits get shorted by external interference Signals get crossed and the balance distorted by internal incoherence A tired mind become a shape-shifter Everybody need a mood lifter Everybody need reverse polarity Everybody got mixed feelings about the function and the form Everybody got to deviate from the norm An ounce of perception A pound of obscure Process information at half speed Pause, rewind, replay Warm memory chip Random sample, hold the one you need Leave out the fiction The fact is, this friction will only be worn by persistence Leave out conditions Courageous convictions will drag the dream into existence A tired mind become a shape-shifter Everybody need a soft filter Everybody need reverse polarity Everybody got mixed feelings about the function and the form Everybody got to elevate from the norm
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025