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Bend the World
04:01
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Bend the world
Through the lens of your eye
Wrap it around like tie-and-dye
Bathe in the warm colours
Don’t you worry about the others
And suddenly
Unexpectedly
You are God
What is the truth, is it a lie
And all the time, it comes down to you and I
You can point your finger
But the priest of my perception
Might never see what you see
And suddenly
Unexpectedly
You are gone
All of this stage is the world
And all of us are little people
All of this stage is the world
And suddenly
So suddenly
We are Here…
When you’re asleep, are you alive
Or just a dream in the sky, so high in the sky
You’re a poor little mouse in a white maze
Under a microscope that you made
And suddenly
Unexpectedly
You’ll find your way out.
All of this stage is the world
And all of us are little people
All of this stage is the world
And all of us are little people
All of this stage is the world
And suddenly
So suddenly
We are Here…
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Chainese Item
05:03
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Street-wise, penny-wise hole in the wall
Beady eyes, fruit pies, you can get it all
Just one copy of the menu, go ahead and start
And you can bet your life, they’ve never heard of a la carte
Watch your step, tread carefully,
Watch your step, tread carefully,
Some places don’t divide your tea by two…
Watch for the
Chainese item, the chainese item
You really don’t want to bite them
You really don’t want to bite them
It’s a dictionary nightmare
This mongoloid fare
The chainese item, the chainese item
You really don’t want to bite them
You really don’t want to bite them
Don’t expect me to tell you how
But watch out, watch out, for the mean mean mean mean chow…
The second verse gets worse like the flied lice
Don’t curse the nurse when you have to pay the price
Warned about the chicken, you suspect fowl play
Go ahead and order, live for today
Watch your step, tread carefully,
Watch your step, tread carefully,
Some places don’t divide coffee by two…
Watch for the
Chainese item, the chainese item
You really don’t want to bite them
You really don’t want to bite them
It’s a dictionary nightmare
This mongoloid fare
The chainese item, the chainese item
You really don’t want to bite them
You really don’t want to bite them
Don’t expect me to tell you how
But watch out, watch out, for the mean mean mean mean chow…
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3. |
Paper Puli
05:28
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Just met this funny man
From the funny papers
Is there any other kind
Said he hadn’t heard much
About my rock n’roll band
Sure hoped he had a story in mind
He seemed indolent and carefree
Lit up a cigarette offhandedly
And then he asked me if I wanted
Some good publicity
Hey
Aren’t we just
All in the same game
You need a rag to write for
And I need one to shine up my guitar
But tell me do I really have
To talk to you
The name in bright lights
Do you really want my picture
As you can see I look really cool
Do you want me smiling
Or the three-quarter profile
We’ve got to make this proof for the fool
Got to have that aura of mystery
Keep them guessing indefinitely
After I drive into the wall you can say
It was such a pity
Hey
Aren’t we just
All in the same game
You need a sneaky angle
I need to fill that monthly rectangle
But tell me do I really have
To talk to you
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4. |
The Steal
04:48
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You’re in a weird weird world
Said the spider to the fly
Nobody knows the enemy
But everybody knows the lie
You can believe
And be a paying member
Of my congregation
It’s quite a revolution
Round and round in spiral circles
The game of half truth we play
I’ll take my chances with the steal
‘Cause when the roads are all done
There’ll be no gas for my wheels
We’re in a Technicolor world
Said the audience one day
We’re tired of black and white
It really is so passé
And we receive
It’s like a mindful prayer
A minor libation
To the gods of our vacation
Round and round in spiral circles
The game of grey love we play
I’ll take my chances with the steal
‘Cause when the bridges are all done
There’ll be no rivers underneath
It’s a safe safe world
Said the president
Our benevolent Armageddon
Will make those heathens repent
Round and round in spiral circles
The game of half truth we play
I’ll take my chances with the steal
‘Cause when the songs are all done
There’ll be nothing left to feel
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5. |
I Live Here
05:53
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It’s a delicate hurrah
The lines on my face
Will only stretch so far
And I won’t ever leave
I’m a rootless tree
Tied up to a memory
And I don’t want to be
Anywhere but here
The quiet times ran away
It wasn’t my fault, it was the asphalt
Now the road sings to me
Everybody’s going from A to B
So quickly
But I live here…
Everybody’s gone, gone
To a better place
And I’m the only one
And I won’t ever leave
The shadows grow long
The evening of my years
And I don’t belong
Anywhere but here
The quiet times ran away
It wasn’t my fault, it was the asphalt-
Now the road sings to me
Everybody’s going from A to B
So quickly
But I live here…
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6. |
Dead Inside
05:13
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I wear my skin quite well today
The monkey looks up out of my eyes
The double-helix is spinning away
But I feel so dead inside
Doing, walking, smiling, faking
I feel so dead inside
I wring myself to drip these words
Where has all the water gone
Can’t even spit in anybody’s eye
I feel so dead inside
Doing, walking, smiling, faking
I feel so dead inside
Where have you gone
Where have you gone
Where have you gone
Where have you gone
The snake and ladder game in my head
I think I’ve gone and lost the dice
See the poor man beg for a crust of bread
God I feel so dead inside
Doing, walking, smiling, faking
I feel so dead inside
And like summer magic
Suddenly you’re here
Open the windows
Clear out the cobwebs
Breathe…
I feel so alive…
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7. |
Cynical World
05:52
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It's a cynical world
All the stops have been taken out, it's all a swirl
Well-dressed generals making speeches, referendums, proxy verbal wars
You don't have to be too bright to know it's all a farce
The poor get poorer the right get higher
Keep up with me if you can
Nobody cares about your fire
Unless you want to be part of their plan
What are we going to do, before it's too late
(Before it's too late)
We've got to stand up, join hands and tempt fate
(We've got to tempt fate)
No more eulogies, fancy fake poetry
(No poetry)
We've got to get off our backsides now
Right here right now, baby,
Take off all your clothes and give me some love
That's what's expected of us, are you wearing rubber gloves
Lingerie catalogue fantasy girl, be my wife, if only for a while
Who's got time for love, let's just get in bed
Instant satisfaction, chivalry is dead
Ella's gone, gone for ever, she's taken all her songs
We'll have assembly-line babies not before long
What are we going to do, before it's too late
(Before it's too late)
We've got to stand up, join hands and tempt fate
(We've got to tempt fate)
No more eulogies, fancy fake poetry
(No poetry)
We've got to get off our backsides now
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8. |
Galacktiqua
04:07
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Just a little more just a little more just a little more just a little more
The streets they have too many names
Screaming shouting neon lighting
In my face behind my eyes
All the time
Sometimes I wish I’d never learned
To read a word, a letter turned
Right side up or upside down
All the same
Even my body is advertising space
The scraps of decency that cover my disgrace
Too many words, too many lies, too many seeds, too many cries
Too many thoughts, too many lights, too many times, too many times
Roll up the windows
Turn away the smoke the questing hands
Don’t want to hear any more
Don’t want to hear any more
How do I get away
Eye-candy tells me what to say
Drive out under the country stars
Never get away from the cola wars
Even my body is advertising space
The scraps of decency that cover my disgrace
Too many words, too many lies, too many seeds, too many cries
Too many thoughts, too many times, too many times
Live in the middle of a million lives
You want it all and hate every minute
The blinding lights
Are in your mind
To stay
Don’t lose your grip on that wineglass
Just a little more
Just a little more
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9. |
Motorbyckle
07:25
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I read Bob’s book so well
So many times
And here we are
The edge of the world isn’t so far
I’ve got an old machine
40,000 miles by the numbers
Just the numbers
And here we are
Trust in the motorcycle star
We go through this old land
Will you give me your hand
We are heading into the sun
Highway children laughing at all that we have done
The hours go by with the broken line
Tell me darling, do you like the wind
How it sings in your head, go on, let it in
Moving mountains is easy when you’re on the road
On the road
When we stop for a while
Touch the warm earth and smile
Cause here we are
And the edge of the world isn’t so far
Do you know where we’re going
Does it really, really matter at all
Cause here we are
Trusting the motorcycle star
We go through this old land
Give me your hand
We are heading into the sun
Highway children laughing at all that we have done
The hours go by with the broken line
Tell me darling, do you like the wind
How it sings in your head, go on, let it in
Moving mountains is easy when you’re on the road
On the road
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10. |
Intermission
06:12
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Thermal And A Quarter Bengaluru, India
"Thermal And A Quarter (TAAQ) is on the vanguard of the Indian Rock Scene" - NPR,
USA
Founded in 1996, TAAQ is an eclectic, irreverent (but usually relevant) band that considers itself and its music as bastard children of the world. At home everywhere, belonging nowhere. Always true, tight, intense and ready to laugh.
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