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Needs must when the devil drives
In a marsh in the midst of trouble
weary come to rest
The hope we acted on
is put to test at best
The fires of hell’ve become
picnic to our pain
Most of what we hoped for
washed away by bloody rain
I found my faith in little things
because they’re all that’s left
There is no gene for fate
Being born, all of us are effed
Spurs were made for hurting horses
Guns were made to not protect
Punish, yes, and to inject
fear and loathing of all forces
Fortune seekers in a marsh in the midst of trouble
Does that not describe us all?
Find your faith in little things
lest you lose it all
Needs must when the devil drives
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Serious shit (the water song)
You can’t lead a horse to the water
but you can make it drink
you have to flog it ’til it dies
You can’t tell a man what he ought to
but you can make him think
in the way you think is right
Your plans are dead
in the water
The things you said
are as they oughta
but you are sorta
outa depth
the way you treat the people
insisting that they’re sheeple
it may last until your death
but you have to rise for breath
And they will find a way
to dry you out, they say
that when in doubt, they’ll leave you hanging
Small wonder comes to banging
You can’t just treat us folk
like your own egg’s yolk
You are too white around the eyes
and we don’t buy your lies
Now did you really think
that what the people drink
is there for you to make a profit?
Well that’s just right
until one night
they rise and take you off it.
This is some serious shit.
Hey man you privatize
rob and patronize
but there’s a limit to the lot
of those who pay you to play god
wait ’til we find our gun.
Serious shit.
Serious shit.
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Blind fish
04:33
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Blind fish
Two cents end where hurt begins
The beholder almost always wins
But that’s not to say projection
will resolve to satisfaction
two cents end with damage done
And we’re like blind fish
We’re like blind fish
Blind fish buried down the desert
The desert’s full of fuckin’ caves
You can swim around your cave
down its nave and up the chancel
you can long ignore your grave
but the mother will come cancel
Pigs can fly as well as swim
fingered sphincters will not make you slim
But that’s not to say adaption
will resolve to satisfaction
two cents end with damage done
And we’re like blind fish
We’re like blind fish
Blind fish buried down the desert
You can swim around your cave
down its nave and up the chancel
you can long ignore your grave
but the mother will come cancel
Don the tailored or the sari
you’re still blind fish in the Kalahari
Blind fish in the Kalahari
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Hooligan eyes
04:16
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Hooligan eyes
The hills are alive with the sound of music
but down in the city lies hell
and hell froze over, on January eighth
so now is the time for fulfillment and hate
The mountains abound in calm and in peace
but the leaves whisper all about lies
and reality lies in the toll of the bell
and the fire in your hooligan eyes
Your hooligan eyes are the deepest of blue
but nothing inside hides your ego
it’s small and it’s scared and it hides you from you
and turns it all into Stratego
Your hooligan eyes light up leading the charge
as it ripples right into the ranks
and the horses behind smell the small and large
of your fear they might soon become tanks
But you summon your anger and run for the front
it’s a family affair, after all
Your brothers would have your cojones for breakfast
if they would see you were to stall
So move, and fight, and make it all last
but make it all last really fast
‘Cause it’s only three quarters to start, of the game
and that’s what we all came here for
It’s only three quarters, and not to be lame
to us all of this is a bore
To us all of this is a turn of events
that you just don’t respect among gents
To us all of this is a waste of your time
and our money: we came here to watch them play ball –
we could have it all
The beautiful game we all learned to adore
can’t wait for the score
The beautiful game, home to our dreams
you sometimes forget, so it seems
The beautiful game, the swells of our pride
Take your hooligan lies and go hide
The beautiful game, the one we will win
Atone for your sin
The beautiful game, the stuff we are made of
(fuck Bernie Madoff)
The beautiful game (dal coda ad lib)
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Burden to bear
03:17
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Burden to bear
I have seen the poor toil and I noted dogs boil
alive, in scalding water
where the fat ladies dive and the paedophiles thrive
and I woke to the cries from the slaughter
Misfits get macheted and mauled by the winning
The wheels of disaster continue their spinning
The fires of hell are a day’s drive away
and it’s all unbecoming, now, wouldn’t you say?
And I am you, you are me
we are all together
but strung out and spread to the end
of our tether
Is this the way that we want it to be?
Look out the window and tell me, just tell me.
Don’t sugarcoat the darkness
Don’t just curl up with your cat
Open the closet, bring out the harness
There is no easy to be had
solo
The sound of children scares me
I’ve seen a world the worse for wear
And hate is too great a burden to bear
hate is too great a burden to bear
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On your way
03:08
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On your way
Alright, let’s compare these lives
Why should I look at yours
I’m not handcuffed to five wives
and I’m not on all fours.
And certainly, you saw in me
what you would think is cool
but I just don’t quite think it is
I’m not that kind of fool
I’m not that kind of fool
Suicide’s for losers
unless it’s to deny
That’s when it equals victory and it
is cool to die
But oftenmost the kids are fucked
and so remains the wife
That’s when you weren’t worthy
in the first place, of your life
Oh wait.
I miss you
most every day
and I kiss you, now
be on your way
your way
your way
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Better day
03:06
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Better day
Look the rain is ending
The clouds are bending
they bend your way
And it’s not my closet
It was never yours
But now you’re here, friend
Hail the day! Hail the day.
Time to be what you can be
now the cobwebs clear away
I will always have your back
And if I can’t be what you lack
then at least I’m here to stay
I won’t walk away
Get ’em off your back
The value of attack
is to make a better day
Do you remember the days we had
on those blasted hills and that
we safely got away
the looks on their faces
and the faraway places
where we used to
where we used to stay
Get ’em off your back
The value of attack
is to make a better day
Get ’em off your back
The beauty of attack
is to make a better day
A better day
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The world through your eyes
The grounds I think you think you see
may not be there
Unless I question, how will we
become aware?
Today I’m telling you
the thing I must do
is get under your skin
The world you’re living in
you won’t be living in
if I don’t let my senses in
The world you’re living in
will be the world it’s never been
There’s a boat from this bay
and it moves a safer way
but it left port a while before today
It is stuck out there, at sea
in the perfect storm
They call her empathy
empathy
Empathy is what you need from me
The world through your eyes
is the world through my lies
reflected back at me
Out through the shallows
towards the square
(that’s where the gallows stand
indifferent and bare)
That’s where she’s sailing
I can hear the women
and I can hear the choir sing:
empathy’s the thing
Empathy’s the thing.
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Upwelling
02:08
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Upwelling
By the time you cross this bridge (beware)
there is no turning back
there is the heavens’ glare
there is the hunting pack
and things may turn benign
but just as easily
the things you think you see
may turn you asinine
See while you may be right
that does not mean you win
What comes to pass tonight
depends on sin and spin
So baby, spin around (dance)
until the world, bedazzled
turns in trance
You may astound ’em yet
They haven’t found you yet
They do not understand
the things that make you move
And you may bite the hand
but it stopped feeding you
and you don’t need to prove
a thing, you need to be and do
solo
Cross that bridge, turn to center
Scale the bloody palace walls
Brave the hail of fire upon you
Heed your soul’s, your heart’s whole calls
Before they know what happened
there’ll be the morning light
and when they look again
they’ll catch their death of fright
Look at you rise above the morning plain
The keep so deep now stands in vain
They thought you’d never do
what you hold to be true
that life is there to live
and to do that you need to give
It’s not that you were hungry
but you were underfed
They didn’t want to see
they closed their eyes and went to bed
Well let them wonder now
just how their sacred cow
turned around and turned out to be sane
There is no lying here
There is no false veneer
There is no longing to be free
You hold the torch up high:
let freedom reign.
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True to you
05:13
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True to you
Cowards think that you are on your own
That time of year, that end is near, all covers blown
But you were never one to cower, hide in corners, growl and glower
You were one to rise and shine
Rise and shine and greet the day, it will happen anyway
Even cowards say that’s the way
Light the sky and make life fly, it’s your fireworks display
Bang, blue – never really you
Flash, red – often said, but only partly true
Purple – like the rain, the only thing that keeps you sane
is the thing that things will do, turn to hell and back to you
Green no longer, just a little mean
a little mean
You were never on your own
not when little, and you’ve grown
into all you could ever do
simply be you
And the cuts may run so deep
they may even outlive you
but they won’t keep you from sleep
as long as you are true to you
it’s the only thing there was ever left to do
and when the lonely say
you’ve got to see things their way
that’s when you will light
your fireworks display
Bang, blue – never really you
Flash, red – often said, but only partly true
Purple – like the rain, the only thing that keeps you sane
is the thing that things will do, turn to hell and back to you
Green no longer, just a little mean
a little mean
Can you make your mean streak go away
Yup – but not today
You need healing – can’t be done without a feeling
But it can be done
It will be done
Thy will be done
My will be done
Your will be done
Your will be done
We are one.
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You being you
04:08
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You being you
You being you, you can’t be
what you can’t be
You can’t see what you will be
You being you
you can’t hear how you sound to me
You being you
you have no sense of how you make me
Being you
you shake me
Being me it’s so hard to be me
It’s not fair to have to see the things I see
to feel the way I feel about me
It’s only me
But it’s fair to say
You being you
You don’t know what you left me
It’s nothing less than theft, see
You took it all and then you took it all away
And every single day I rise here from the landfill
It’s not your life, it seems, that ended up in standstill
in standstill
But you have never learned to walk
You’ve learned to write, but that’s just talk
The way you speak is this week’s weak
You’ve learned to steal and how to sneak
up on the weak among the living
Telling them you’re only giving
But you’re taking as you go
and you’re leaving lovers low
Where do you think the buggers go
Where do they go?
Where do they go?
They go here.
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Heal the hopeless
03:21
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Heal the hopeless
The Perseids will peak at the top of the week
and that’s when we might light our love
but the moment you think that you’ve heard the gods speak
lightning will rain from above
The forces of habit, the faces of hate
the princes of darkness will all arrive late
too late as by then we will have fled
to the comfort that rises without being wed
Here in the hands of the would-bes and should-bes
you’ve turned out to be what you are
not there to fill an empty battlefield
but to flicker and burn like a star
Heal the hopeless
Heal the hopeless
All others, get in behind
Heal the hopeless
Heal the hopeless
The killers and hopeful both know
just what they will find
just what they will find
What they will find:
themselves.
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Greater places still
03:16
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Greater places still
I never expected to be with you, to find me here
They didn’t tell me to expect my joyous tear
As a matter of fact, they didn’t tell me
much of anything
now look at the way they look at you
hear the way their joyful hearts sing (hello, hello)
Did you expect, when you woke this morning
to be here?
See the moment we walked across this hill
when we got to the spot where we got our fill
that’s when we all believed
believed there’d be greater places still
yeah that’s when we saw the trace
of the greatness of this place!
Greater places still
Hop along, honey, if you will
Hotter than goodbyes
is the fire in your eyes
This place, sleepy when you came
could now be called seriously aflame
I will never again be that little rabbit in the headlight, tharn
I will always lead you where we go, and move those mountains, darn
Move those mountains, darn
(lala)
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Zat Haarlem, Netherlands
Zat is an English-language rockband from Haarlem, The Netherlands.
Zat sports
distinct influence of eighties wave and nineties rock.
Zat was formed in 2001. Singer Chielie joined March 2003.
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