Drop the gun, the one that\u2019s stuck to my head.
\nIt\u2019s just begun, you\u2019re done, you get what you\u2019re fed.
\n(The machine is turning fifteen)<\/p>\n
No, I never thought that I invented the wheel,
\nAll I ever aimed for was something real.
\nCreativity is still my gasoline.
\nOh, ever since Goofy gave birth to this machine?<\/p>\n
Drop the gun, the one that\u2019s stuck to my head.
\nIt\u2019s just begun, you\u2019re done, you get what you\u2019re fed.
\n(The machine is turning fifteen)<\/p>\n
No, I\u2019m not altruistic, I don\u2019t do this for you
\nI\u2019d rather paddle my own canoe
\nThis is not a tool or a simple device
\nNo, this is the Machine fifteen, to be precise.<\/p>\n
Now, Like an efficient calculator
\nBut with a human soul,
\nIt\u2019s got a heart. it\u2019s got dreams.
\nSo what\u2019s the motivation, now?
\nWell, motion is the goal
\nAnd this has just begun,
\nYou better drop the gun.<\/p>\n
Drop the gun,
\nDrop the gun,
\nDrop the gun.
\n(The machine is turning fifteen)
\nDrop the gun.
\n(The machine is turning fifteen)
\nDrop the gun.
\n(The machine is turning fifteen)
\nDrop the gun.
\nThe machine is turning fifteen.<\/p>\n
Drop the gun, the one that\u2019s stuck to my head.
\n(The machine is turning fifteen)
\nIt\u2019s just begun, you\u2019re done, you get what you\u2019re fed.
\n(The machine is turning fifteen)<\/p>\n
The machine is turning fifteen.
\nThe machine is turning fifteen.
\nThe machine is turning fifteen.
\nThe machine is turning fifteen. <\/p>\n
You don\u2019t know what you\u2019re looking for,
\nYou\u2019re lost in the past.
\nYou don\u2019t know who you are any more.
\nHow long will it last?<\/p>\n
Well, it will last as long as you\u2019re gone in the future or past.
\nThere\u2019s a crossroad ahead, make up your mind real fast.
\nDid yesterday ever let you go?
\nAre you happy? If the answer\u2019s no
\nThen it\u2019s certainly time to make it so, yeah…<\/p>\n
What\u2019s done is done, you need to set your ways.
\nBad things fuel you in your future days
\nMistakes and slips are made by everyone
\nSo please accept what\u2019s done is done<\/p>\n
You don\u2019t know what you are any more,
\nJust know where you\u2019ve been.
\nIt doesn\u2019t matter how it all was before,
\nLet the present begin.
\nBig decision for a man in the daze,
\nTo leave the haze, yeah…<\/p>\n
What\u2019s done is done, you need to set your ways.
\nBad things fuel you in your future days
\nMistakes and slips are made by everyone
\nSo please accept what\u2019s done is done<\/p>\n
Movement is a sign of life
\nKeep moving forward, right
\nThere is no going back from here
\nIn spite of all your fright
\nThere\u2019s no point in blaming yourself
\nFor the wrongs you\u2019ve done,
\nThe gain in that is really none
\nNo need to be on the run.<\/p>\n
What\u2019s done is done, you need to set your ways.
\nBad things fuel you in your future days
\nMistakes and slips are made by everyone
\nSo please accept what\u2019s done is done
\nWhat\u2019s done is done,
\nWhat\u2019s done is done.<\/p>\n
So please accept what\u2019s done is done
\nWhat\u2019s done is done,
\nWhat\u2019s done is done.<\/p>\n
So please accept what\u2019s done is done
\nWhat\u2019s done is done. <\/p>\n
She’s saying, you’re lost
\nShe thinks its time for you to detox
\nToo many tunes inside your head
\nWhy don’t you fill it up with her instead<\/p>\n
She’s not playing, but you are
\nShe wants romance but you want guitars
\nYour headphones on like you prefer
\nBut you should have lend your ears to her<\/p>\n
You’re an addict to the audio
\nA chronic record lover who feeds off the stereo<\/p>\n
Just like the meat you eat,
\nThe booze you choose,
\nThe nicotine, the coffee
\nAnd the sugars that you need so<\/p>\n
You’re not ready for detox
\nTurn on the radio<\/p>\n
It’s not healthy, you’re not fit
\nShe says if you don’t quit then she’ll split
\nShe needs silence and not your noise
\nYour habit’s nothing she enjoys<\/p>\n
And you’re a nut for every kind of sound
\nA chronic vinyl player, who can’t stop spinning ’round<\/p>\n
Just like the meat you eat,
\nThe booze you choose,
\nThe nicotine, the coffee
\nAnd the sugars that you need so<\/p>\n
You’re not ready for detox
\nTurn on the radio <\/p>\n
I see the sunlight on your face,
\nI see the darkness in your eyes.
\nIn my mind, that’s lover’s paradox.
\nI always try to give you space,
\nNo aim to cut you down to size.
\nWe got lost in our heart shape box.<\/p>\n
Should we try to have some kids
\nOr should we just go separate ways?
\nOr best yet, why don’t we move abroad?
\nMaybe Belgrade or Madrid,
\nWhere we can get out of this maze
\nIt sounds like we’re both confused and bored.<\/p>\n
So tear me up
\nAnd knock me down.
\nJust like a vicious circle no one gets around.
\nI messed you up,
\nTo watch you frown.
\nJust like a vicious circle no one gets around.<\/p>\n
You know that I depend on you,
\nYou know that you depend on love.
\nAnd then love, well, love depends on me.
\nFrom my subjective point of view,
\nIt never works like hand in glove.
\nBut still I, I hope you disagree.<\/p>\n
So tear me up
\nAnd knock me down.
\nJust like a vicious circle no one gets around.
\nI messed you up,
\nTo watch you frown.
\nJust like a vicious circle no one gets around.<\/p>\n
And I’m tired of you being tired of me,
\nOh yeah, that’s right, sometimes I wish we just could let it be.
\nAnd I’m tired of me being tired of you,
\nSometimes you wish you’d meet somebody new
\nTrue…Sometimes I wish that too<\/p>\n
It’s like a vicious circle no one gets around
\nI messed you up,
\nTo watch you frown.
\nJust like a vicious circle no one gets around.<\/p>\n
So tear me up
\nAnd knock me down.
\nJust like a vicious circle no one gets around.
\nI messed you up,
\nTo watch you frown.
\nJust like a vicious circle no one gets around.
\nNo one gets around.
\nNo one gets around.<\/p>\n
It’s like a vicious circle no one gets around.
\nSo tear me up
\nAnd send me out.
\nIt’s like a vicious circle no one gets around. <\/p>\n
In the middle of the winter it’s summer
\nThen in the middle of summer it’s freezing cold
\nAnd I wonder, who’s wet behind the ears?<\/p>\n
A broken world, well ain’t that a bummer?
\nTo get from mammoth to pizza took us
\nTwenty-seven thousand well spent years<\/p>\n
I’m gonna get out of the broken world
\nI’m just about to discover new land
\nGet out of the broken world and start a band<\/p>\n
Turn on the TV I see troubles of mankind
\nThere is this weird old man who’s sayin’
\n“I’m the decider, we gotta stay that course”<\/p>\n
All of a sudden I’ve got Shakespeare on my mind,
\nAll of a sudden Richard goes:
\n“A horse, a horse! my kingdom for a horse!”<\/p>\n
I’m gonna get out of the broken world
\nI’m just about to discover new land
\nGet out of the broken world and start a band <\/p>\n
There\u2019s something in the air tonight, it\u2019s hard to define.
\nThere\u2019s green on every traffic light, like some kind of sign.
\nSo if you\u2019re ready for a thrill, we do not have much time to kill.
\nOh, it\u2019s the right time to advance, so let\u2019s take a chance.<\/p>\n
Come on, come on, come on,
\nWe got to make a try.
\nAnd dream on, dream on, dream on,
\nIt\u2019s easy as pie
\nWe got to make a try,
\nSo please, come on.<\/p>\n
Let\u2019s venture out into the light, let\u2019s get up the nerve.
\nAnd gamble if the feeling\u2019s right, it\u2019s what we deserve.
\nYou\u2019ve got the efforts to improve, so come on and make a move (And make a move).
\nIn your eyes I see a spark, worth a shot in the dark.<\/p>\n
So come on, come on, come on,
\nWe got to make a try.
\nAnd dream on, dream on, dream on,
\nIt\u2019s easy as pie.
\nWe got to make a try,
\nSo please, come on.<\/p>\n
Now we all long for a good distraction,
\nTo get us through the day,
\nOnce in a while we need some kind of action,
\nAn opportunity to get away.<\/p>\n
Now we all want a new attraction,
\nSomething to focus on,
\nTo get by, to get high so let\u2019s reach for the sky,
\nTogether we can make a choice.
\nSo come on…<\/p>\n
There\u2019s something in the air tonight, it\u2019s hard to define.
\nYeah, there\u2019s green on every traffic light, it must be a sign.<\/p>\n
So come on, come on, come on,
\nWe got to make a try.
\n(Come on, come on, come on,
\nWe got to make a try).
\nAnd dream on, dream on, dream on,
\nIt\u2019s easy as pie.
\n(Dream on, dream on, dream on,
\nIt\u2019s easy as pie).<\/p>\n
Come on, come on, come on,
\nWe got to make a try.
\n(Come on, come on, come on,
\nWe got to make a try).
\nAnd dream on, dream on, dream on,
\nIt\u2019s easy as pie.
\n(Dream on, dream on, dream on,
\nIt\u2019s easy as pie).<\/p>\n
We got to make a try,
\nWe got to make a try,
\nWe got to make a try,
\nIt\u2019s easy as pie.<\/p>\n
Yeah, come on, come on, come on.
\nCome on, come on.
\n(Come on, come on, come on.
\nCome on, come on).
\nYeah, come on, come on, come on.
\nCome on, come on. <\/p>\n
Instrumental (so no lyrics).<\/span><\/p>\n Derided and laughed upon Too controversial, right? But who’s laughing now too old, too blind to see and he never doubted but who’s laughing now he’s always been against the grain An inspiration and a cure but who’s laughing now looks who’s laughing now. <\/p>\n Do you remember Fazil’s friend? He said when he was 22, he was mostly feeling blue I’m not the same, years have past Do you remember Fazil’s friend? Think he’s got his fingers crossed I’m not the same, years have past It’s a brand new game and not quite what I thought I’m not the same, years have past Ducks and drakes, on your own, When bells ring out for those who die, Ducks and drakes, bird has flown. When bells ring out for those who die, Blue signs and blueberries for you, my friend, a bitter end. When bells ring out for those who die, When bells ring out for those who die, When bells ring out (When bells ring out), You saw it all on TV You found a way to be free So welcome to suburban home Waiting to be found Faraway from problems and fright You had it all planned out right So welcome to suburban home Safe out not far from the city You’re never looking back<\/p>\n Safe out not far from the city Looking back.. I’ve seen it all before It would kill me If I stay here There’s no motivation here It would kill me If I stay here But everyone’s afraid of going backwards to degrade It would kill me If I stay here I hear you dis my name Where backstabbers get by and honesty don’t fly You try to steal the credit Where backstabbers get by and honesty don’t fly You sound just like a broken record There’s danger for strangers There’s danger for strangers Where backstabbers get by and honesty don’t fly Where backstabbers get by and honesty don’t fly Where backstabbers get by and honesty don’t fly Trouble down on my own street I was saved by the bell My friends look forward to friday night I was saved by the bell I was saved by hell Instrumental (so no lyrics).<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" “Machine 15” Drop the gun, the one that\u2019s stuck to my head. It\u2019s just begun, you\u2019re done, you get what you\u2019re fed. (The machine is turning fifteen) No, I never thought that I invented the wheel, All I ever aimed for was something real. Creativity is still my gasoline. Oh, ever since Goofy gave birth<\/p>\n“Who’s Laughing Now?”<\/b><\/h3>\n
\nthe critics had their fun
\nbut he don’t mind
\nIt will be different when he\u2019s done<\/p>\n
\nand only kids do understand
\nWhat he’s about
\nIn this moderated land<\/p>\n
\nand who’s looking blank
\nyeah who’s laughing now
\nall the way to the bank
\nwho’s laughing now
\nand who went up in rank
\nyeah who’s laughing now
\nall the way to the bank<\/p>\n
\nthe magic in this man
\nthe jealous kind
\nwill never be a fan<\/p>\n
\nin himself for what he can
\nfor good and worse
\nhe always stuck to his own plan<\/p>\n
\nand who’s looking blank
\nyeah who’s laughing now
\nall the way to the bank
\nwho’s laughing now
\nand who went up in rank
\nyeah who’s laughing now
\nall the way to the bank<\/p>\n
\nI give him credit for staying sane
\nit takes a lot to go that route
\nhe found his own way out<\/p>\n
\nfor anyone who’s been ignored
\nonly for them he’ll take a bow<\/p>\n
\nand who’s looking blank
\nyeah who’s laughing now
\nall the way to the bank
\nwho’s laughing now
\nand who went up in rank
\nyeah who’s laughing now
\nall the way to the bank<\/p>\n“Brand New Game”<\/b><\/h3>\n
\nHe used to live in the House of blend
\nHe told a story of his life, about a fork and knife<\/p>\n
\nI wonder what he’s up to now, if he’s changed somehow
\nDid he ever find his way to the greener side?
\nOr did he get his dreams denied?<\/p>\n
\nIt kind of scares me how it went so fast
\nThis brand new game, will I surpass?
\nAnd all I wanted was to make it last<\/p>\n
\nHe said you’d be friends ’til the end
\nIn a soft world, but do you trust a guy who’s lozin’ must?<\/p>\n
\nThat he got it all across
\nI hope he found the missing link
\nDid he ever stop to think?<\/p>\n
\nIt kind of scares me how it went so fast
\nThis brand new game, will I surpass?
\nAnd all I wanted was to make it last<\/p>\n
\nI can remain the same but still achieve a lot
\nIt’s a brand new game and how will I surpass
\nWith one foot stuck in the past, in the past
\nHow can I ever make it last? (make it last)
\nIt’s all I wanted
\nI wanted it to last, (wanted it to last)<\/p>\n
\nIt kind of scares me how it went so fast
\nThis brand new game, will I surpass?
\nAnd all I wanted was to make it last, to make it last
\nIt’s all I wanted
\nYeah I wanted it to last
\nWanted it to last <\/p>\n“Ducks & Drakes”<\/b><\/h3>\n
\nLike the flat stones you went down.
\nMy mistake, I should have known,
\nIt\u2019s a shame you passed on frowning.<\/p>\n
\nI try to say one last goodbye.
\nThe thorn is digging deeper in my side.<\/p>\n
\nIn my dreams you always grin.
\nFor your sake, a red stone.
\nYou had it tough from the beginning.<\/p>\n
\nI try to say one last goodbye.
\nThe white ties on you lay to rest,
\nBut I\u2019m not sure I did my best.
\nThe thorn is digging deeper in my side.<\/p>\n
\nThis Halloween can\u2019t be denied, no.
\nNow all that\u2019s left for me is to comprehend, and try to mend.
\nThe thorn will always be in my side.<\/p>\n
\nI try to say one last goodbye.
\nThe white ties on you lay to rest,
\nBut I\u2019m not sure I did my best.<\/p>\n
\nI try to say one last goodbye.
\nThe white ties on you lay to rest,
\nBut I\u2019m not sure I did my best.<\/p>\n
\nWhen bells ring out for you.
\nOne last goodbye (One last goodbye),
\nOne last goodbye for you. <\/p>\n“Turnkey Paradise”<\/b><\/h3>\n
\nYou read it all in magazines
\nNo doubts that you could go wrong<\/p>\n
\nThis is what freedom really means
\nYou found a place on earth where you belong<\/p>\n
\nWelcome to a life all in chrome
\nFor those who can’t afford the market price
\nThis is your paradise<\/p>\n
\nSafe out not far from the city
\nYour lost where everything\u2019s pretty whack
\nAnd you’re never looking back<\/p>\n
\nYou learned what life is all about
\nIn a place where all is safe and sound<\/p>\n
\nAlready knew how it would will turn out
\nNo second thoughts, you are on solid ground<\/p>\n
\nWelcome to a life all in chrome
\nFor those who can’t afford the market price
\nThis is your paradise<\/p>\n
\nYour lost where everything\u2019s pretty whack
\nAnd you’re never looking back<\/p>\n
\nYour lost where everything\u2019s pretty whack
\nAnd you’re never looking back<\/p>\n
\nLooking back…
\nNever looking back… <\/p>\n“Route One”<\/b><\/h3>\n
\nthe people and the bars they’re in
\nIt doesn’t turn me on no more
\nIt’s a place already done and been
\nSometimes I gotta take a stand
\nI gotta act or I won’t proceed
\nWhich part of this don’t you understand
\nWhich part of me is hard to read<\/p>\n
\nmaybe kill me If I go
\nI rather take the road less traveled
\nthan face shit I already know.
\nI had my share of good and bad years
\nbut I just can’t stick around
\nIt would kill me if I stay
\nI hope you understand me why I’m leaving town <\/p>\n
\nwhen everyday is all the same
\nToo much boredom Too much fear
\nand I’m sick off all this name and shame
\nI can’t take it anymore
\ndon’t like the person I’ve become
\nI need a new place to explore
\nsomething different than where I’m from<\/p>\n
\nmaybe kill me If I go
\nI rather take the road less traveled
\nthan face shit I already know.
\nI had my share of good and bad years
\nbut I just can’t stick around
\nIt would kill me if I stay
\nI hope you understand me why I’m leaving town <\/p>\n
\nEveryone’s afraid of the strange
\nBut if we only live life once
\nthen I’ve just got to live mine now
\nAnd it’s gotta be a life in change…
\nThat’s why I’m leaving town<\/p>\n
\nmaybe kill me If I go
\nI rather take the road less traveled
\nthan face shit I already know.
\nI had my share of good and bad years
\nbut I just can’t stick around
\nIt would kill me if I stay
\nI hope you understand me why I’m leaving town. <\/p>\n“Danger For Stranger”<\/b><\/h3>\n
\nwhen my back is turned
\nYou have no shame
\nbut still I’m not really concerned
\nImagination is not a thing you lack
\nBut you misguided your plan of attack
\nIt’s quite expected from a clown like you
\nYour sad stories always ring untrue<\/p>\n
\nAnd jealousy’s not something new
\nThere’s danger for strangers
\nand envy for changers
\nWhere there is hate there is you<\/p>\n
\nfor the things I’ve done
\nThe truth in what you brag and preach
\nis close to none
\nYou’re in a hopeless situation still
\nYou stab whoever for a dollar bill
\nYes, I’ve seen it many times before
\nYou’re no surprise
\nand you’re best ignored<\/p>\n
\nAnd jealousy’s not something new
\nThere’s danger for strangers
\nand envy for changers
\nWhere there is hate there is you<\/p>\n
\nwhen you verbalize
\nYour shit goes round and round
\nYou truly think you are
\na master of disguise
\nBut I know you by your sound<\/p>\n
\nand envy for changers<\/p>\n
\nWhere there is hate there is you<\/p>\n
\nAnd jealousy’s not something new
\nThere’s danger for strangers
\nand envy for changers
\nWhere there is hate there is you<\/p>\n
\nThere’s danger for strangers
\nand envy for changers<\/p>\n
\nThere’s danger for strangers
\nWhere there is hate there is you. <\/p>\n“Saved By Hell”<\/b><\/h3>\n
\nDomestic violence on repeat
\nSmashed up doors and yelling again
\nSome say you are insane
\nBut I don’t think so I love you
\nWhen you are smiling I am too
\nThe only troubles I have are yours
\nPlease just make them end
\nUntil they find you something that cures
\nI hide away at friends<\/p>\n
\nor rather saved by hell
\nBecause it didn’t kill me
\nno it rather drilled me
\nTo be doing well<\/p>\n
\nWhile I am anxious
\nfor the weekend fights
\nIn a small apartment
\nthere’s nowhere to run
\nWhen chaos has begun
\nI hold my ears to dull the noise
\nBut I can still hear your loud voice
\nI hide under my bed ’til it’s gone
\nWhy can’t you get along?<\/p>\n
\nor rather saved by hell
\nBecause it didn’t kill me
\nno it rather drilled me
\nTo be doing well<\/p>\n
\nand now I’m doing well
\nIt didn’t kill me then
\nIt will not kill me now. <\/p>\nEnd Piece<\/strong><\/h3>\n