1. Born under punches (the heart goes on).
Take a look at these hands. Take a look at these hands. The hand speaks, the hand of a government man. Well I'm a tumbler. Born under punches, I'm so thin. All I want is to breathe. I'm too thin. Won't you breath with me? Find a little space, so we move in-between, in-between it, and keep one step ahead, of yourself. Don't you miss it, don't you miss it. Some 'a you people just about missed it! Last time to make plans! Well I'm a tumbler... I'm a Government Man. Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor. Well I'm a tumbler! When you get to where you wanna be, thank you! Thank you! When you get to where you wanna be. Don't even mention it!
Take a look at these hands. They're passing in-between us. Take a look at these hands. Take a look at these hands. You don't have to mention it. No thanks. I'm a Government Man. And the heat goes on... And the heat goes on... And the heat goes on... And the heat goes on...Where the hand has been...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...Where the hand has been...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...
I'm not a drowning man! And I'm not a burning building! (I'm a tumbler!) Drowning cannot hurt a man! Fire cannot hurt a man (not the Government Man). All I want is to breathe. Thank you. Thank you. Won't you breath with me? Find a little space...So we move in-between. I'm so thin. And keep one step ahead of yourself. I'm catching up with myself.
All I want is to breathe. Won't you breath with me. Hands of a Government Man. Find a little space so we move in-between. And keep one step ahead of yourself. Don't you miss it! Don't you miss it! And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...Where the hand has been...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on... Where the hand has been...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on... And the heat goes on...
2. Crosseyed and painless.
Lost my shape, tyring to act casual. Can't stop, I might end up in the hospital. Changing my shape, I feel like an accident. They're back to explain their experience. Isn't it weird? Looks too obscure to me. Wasting away and that was their policy. I'm ready to leave, I push the fact in front of me. Facts lost, facts are never what they seem to be. Nothing there, no information left of any kind. Lifting my head, looking for danger signs.
There was a line, there was a formula. Sharp as a knife, facts cut a hole in us. There was a line, there was a forula. Sharp as a knife, facts cut a hole in us. Still waiting (repeat). The feeling returns whenever we close our eyes. Lifting my head looking around inside. The island of doubt, it's like the taste of medicine. Working by hindsight, got the message from the oxygen. Making a list, find the cost of opportunity, doing it right. Facts are useless in emergencies.
The feeling returns whenever we close our eyes. Lifting my head, looking around inside. Facts are simple and facts are straight, facts are lazy and facts are late. Facts all come with points of view, facts don't do what I want them to. Facts just twist the truth around, facts are living turned inside out. Facts are getting the best of them, facts are nothing on the face of things. Facts don't stain the furniture, facts go out and slam the door. Facts are written all over your face, facts continue to change their shape. I'm still waiting (repeat)
3. The great curve.
Sometimes the world has a load of questions, seems like the world knows nothing at all. The world is here but it's out of reach, some people touch it...but they can't hold on. She is moving to describe the world, night must fall now-darker, darker. She has messages for everyone, night must fall now-darker, darker. She is moving by remote control, night must fall now-darker, darker. Hands that move her are invisible, night must fall now-darker, darker. The world has a way of looking at people, sometimes it seems that the world is wrong, she loves the world, and all the people in it, she shakes 'em up when she starts to walk.
She is only partly human being, divine, to define, she is moving to define, so say so, so say so, she defines the possibilities. Divine, to define, she is moving to define, so say so, so say so, holding on for an eternity. Divine, to define, she is moving to define, so say so, so say so, gone...ending without finishing. Divine, to define, she is moving to define, so say so, so say so. The world moves on a womans hips, the world moves and it swivels and bops. The world moves on a womans hips, the world moves and it bounces and hops. A world of light...she's gonna open our eyes up, a world of light...She's gonna open our eyes up. She's gonna hold/it move/it hold it/move it hold/it move it hold/it move it, a world of light...she's gonna open our eyes up.
She is moving to describe the world, night must fall now-darker, darker. She has messages for everyone, night must fall now-darker, darker. She is moving by remote control, night must fall now-darker, darker. Hands that move her are invisible, night must fall now-darker, darker. Divine, to define, she is moving to define, so say so, so say so, night must fall now-darker, darker. She...has got to move the world...to move the world...to move the world. A world of light...she's gonna open our eyes up, a world of light...she's gonna open our eyes up, she's gonna hold it/move it hold it move/it hold it move it/hold it/move it. A world of light...she's gonna open our eyes up. Wanna define...so say so, so say so. Divine, to define, she is moving to define, so say so, so say so, night must fall now-darker, darker. She...has got to move the world...to move the world...to move the world.
4. Once in a lifetime.
And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack, and you may find yourself in another part of the world. And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile, and you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife. And you may ask yourself-Well...How did I get here? Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down, letting the days go by, water flowing underground. Into the blue again, after the money's gone, once in a lifetime, water flowing underground.
And you may ask yourself how do I work this? And you may ask yourself where is that large automobile? And you may tell yourself this is not my beautiful house! And you may tell yourself this is not my beautiful wife! Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down, letting the days go by, water flowing underground. Into the blue again, after the money's gone, once in a lifetime, water flowing underground. Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Water dissolving...and water removing, there is water at the bottom of the ocean. Carry the water at the bottom of the ocean, remove the water at the bottom of the ocean! Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down. Letting the days go by, water flowing underground. Into the blue again, in the silent water, under the rocks and stones, there is water underground.
Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down. Letting the days go by, water flowing underground. Into the blue again, after the money's gone, once in a lifetime, water flowing underground. And you may ask yourself what is that beautiful house ? And you may ask yourself where does that highway go? And you may ask yourself am I right ?...Am I wrong ? And you may tell yourself my god! What have I done?
Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down. Letting the days go by, water flowing underground. Into the blue again, in the silent water, under the rocks and stones, there is water underground. Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down. Letting the days go by, water flowing underground. Into the blue again, after the money's gone, once in a lifetime, water flowing underground. Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
5. Houses in motion.
For a long time I felt without style or grace, wearing shoes with no socks in cold weather. I knew my heart was in the right place, I knew I'd be able to do these things. And as we watch him digging his own grave, it was important to know that was where he's at. He can't afford to stop...that is what he believe, he'll keep on digging for a thousand years. I'm walking a line-I'm thinking about empty motion, I'm walking a line-Just barely enough to be living. Get outa the way-No time to begin, this isn't the time-So nothing was done. Not talking about-Not many at all, I'm turning around-No trouble at all. You notice there's nothing around you, arund you, I'm walking a line-Divide and Dissolve.
Never get to say much, never get to talk, tell us a little bit, but not too much. Right about then, is where she give up, she has closed her eyes, she has give up hop. I'm walking a line-I hate to be dreaming in motion, I'm walking a line-Just barely enough to be living. Get outa the way-no time to begin, this isn't the time-So nothing was done. Not talking about-Not many at all, I'm turning around-no trouble at all. I'm keeping my fingers behind me, 'hind me, I'm walking a line-divide and dissolve.
I turn myself around, I'm moving backwards and forwards, I'm moving twice as much as I was before. I'll keep on digging to the center of the earth, I'll be down in there, moving int he room...I'm walking a line-I'm visiting houses in motion, I'm walking a line-Just barely enough to be living. Get outa the way-no time to begin, this isn't the time-So nothing was done. Not talking about-Not many at all, I'm turning around-no trouble at all! Two different houses surround you, 'round you, I'm walking the line, divide and dissolve.
6. Seen and not seen.
He would see faces in movies, on T.V., in magazines, and in books...He thought that some of these faces might be right for him...And through the years, by keeping an ideal facial structure fixed in his mind...Or somewhere in the back of his mind...That he might, by force of will, cause his face to approach those of his ideal...The change would be very subtle...It might take ten years or so...Gradually his face would change its' shape...A more hooked nose...Wider, thinner lips...Beady eyes...A larger forehead.
He imagined that this was an ability he shared with most other people...They had also molded their faces according to some ideal...Maybe they imagined that their new face would better suit their personality...Or maybe they imagined that their personality would be forced to chang' to fit the new appearance...This is why first impressions are often correct...Although some people might have made mistakes...They may have arrived at an appearance that bears no relationship to them...They may have picked an ideal appearance based on some childish whim or momentary impulse...Some may have gotten half-way there, and then changed their minds.
He wonders if he too might have made a similar mistake.
7. Listening wind.
Mojique sees his village from a nearby hill, Mojique thinks of the days before Americans came. He sees the foreigners in growing numbers, he sees the foreigners in fancy houses, he thinks of the days that he can still remember...now. Mojique holds a package in his quivering hands, Mojique sends the package to the American man. Softly, he glides along the streets and alleys, up comes the wind that makes them run for cover, he feels the time is surely now or never...more.
The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart. The dust in my head, the dust in my head, the wind in my heart, the wind in my heart. (Come to) Drive them away, drive them away.
Mojique buys equipment in the marketplace, Mojique plants devices in the free trade zone. He feels the wind is lifting up his people, he calls the wind to guide him on his mission, he know his friend the wind is always standing...by. Mojique smells the wind that comes from far away, Mojique waits for news in a quiet place. He feels the presence of the wind around him, he feels the power of the past behind him, he has the knowledge of the wind to guide him...on.
The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart. The dust in my head, the dust in my head, the wind in my heart, the wind in my heart. (Come to) Drive them away, drive them away.
8. The overload.
A terrible signal, too weak to even recognize. A gentle collapsing the removal of the insides. I'm touched by your pleas, I value these moments. We're older than we realize...in someone's eyes.
A frequent returning and leaving unnoticed. A condition of mercy, a change in the weather. A view to remember, the center is missing. They question how the future lies...in someone's eyes.
The gentle collapsing, of every surface. We travel on the quiet road ...The overload.
Take a look at these hands. Take a look at these hands. The hand speaks, the hand of a government man. Well I'm a tumbler. Born under punches, I'm so thin. All I want is to breathe. I'm too thin. Won't you breath with me? Find a little space, so we move in-between, in-between it, and keep one step ahead, of yourself. Don't you miss it, don't you miss it. Some 'a you people just about missed it! Last time to make plans! Well I'm a tumbler... I'm a Government Man. Never seen anything like that before, falling bodies tumble 'cross the floor. Well I'm a tumbler! When you get to where you wanna be, thank you! Thank you! When you get to where you wanna be. Don't even mention it!
Take a look at these hands. They're passing in-between us. Take a look at these hands. Take a look at these hands. You don't have to mention it. No thanks. I'm a Government Man. And the heat goes on... And the heat goes on... And the heat goes on... And the heat goes on...Where the hand has been...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...Where the hand has been...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...
I'm not a drowning man! And I'm not a burning building! (I'm a tumbler!) Drowning cannot hurt a man! Fire cannot hurt a man (not the Government Man). All I want is to breathe. Thank you. Thank you. Won't you breath with me? Find a little space...So we move in-between. I'm so thin. And keep one step ahead of yourself. I'm catching up with myself.
All I want is to breathe. Won't you breath with me. Hands of a Government Man. Find a little space so we move in-between. And keep one step ahead of yourself. Don't you miss it! Don't you miss it! And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...Where the hand has been...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on... Where the hand has been...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on...And the heat goes on... And the heat goes on...
2. Crosseyed and painless.
Lost my shape, tyring to act casual. Can't stop, I might end up in the hospital. Changing my shape, I feel like an accident. They're back to explain their experience. Isn't it weird? Looks too obscure to me. Wasting away and that was their policy. I'm ready to leave, I push the fact in front of me. Facts lost, facts are never what they seem to be. Nothing there, no information left of any kind. Lifting my head, looking for danger signs.
There was a line, there was a formula. Sharp as a knife, facts cut a hole in us. There was a line, there was a forula. Sharp as a knife, facts cut a hole in us. Still waiting (repeat). The feeling returns whenever we close our eyes. Lifting my head looking around inside. The island of doubt, it's like the taste of medicine. Working by hindsight, got the message from the oxygen. Making a list, find the cost of opportunity, doing it right. Facts are useless in emergencies.
The feeling returns whenever we close our eyes. Lifting my head, looking around inside. Facts are simple and facts are straight, facts are lazy and facts are late. Facts all come with points of view, facts don't do what I want them to. Facts just twist the truth around, facts are living turned inside out. Facts are getting the best of them, facts are nothing on the face of things. Facts don't stain the furniture, facts go out and slam the door. Facts are written all over your face, facts continue to change their shape. I'm still waiting (repeat)
3. The great curve.
Sometimes the world has a load of questions, seems like the world knows nothing at all. The world is here but it's out of reach, some people touch it...but they can't hold on. She is moving to describe the world, night must fall now-darker, darker. She has messages for everyone, night must fall now-darker, darker. She is moving by remote control, night must fall now-darker, darker. Hands that move her are invisible, night must fall now-darker, darker. The world has a way of looking at people, sometimes it seems that the world is wrong, she loves the world, and all the people in it, she shakes 'em up when she starts to walk.
She is only partly human being, divine, to define, she is moving to define, so say so, so say so, she defines the possibilities. Divine, to define, she is moving to define, so say so, so say so, holding on for an eternity. Divine, to define, she is moving to define, so say so, so say so, gone...ending without finishing. Divine, to define, she is moving to define, so say so, so say so. The world moves on a womans hips, the world moves and it swivels and bops. The world moves on a womans hips, the world moves and it bounces and hops. A world of light...she's gonna open our eyes up, a world of light...She's gonna open our eyes up. She's gonna hold/it move/it hold it/move it hold/it move it hold/it move it, a world of light...she's gonna open our eyes up.
She is moving to describe the world, night must fall now-darker, darker. She has messages for everyone, night must fall now-darker, darker. She is moving by remote control, night must fall now-darker, darker. Hands that move her are invisible, night must fall now-darker, darker. Divine, to define, she is moving to define, so say so, so say so, night must fall now-darker, darker. She...has got to move the world...to move the world...to move the world. A world of light...she's gonna open our eyes up, a world of light...she's gonna open our eyes up, she's gonna hold it/move it hold it move/it hold it move it/hold it/move it. A world of light...she's gonna open our eyes up. Wanna define...so say so, so say so. Divine, to define, she is moving to define, so say so, so say so, night must fall now-darker, darker. She...has got to move the world...to move the world...to move the world.
4. Once in a lifetime.
And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack, and you may find yourself in another part of the world. And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile, and you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife. And you may ask yourself-Well...How did I get here? Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down, letting the days go by, water flowing underground. Into the blue again, after the money's gone, once in a lifetime, water flowing underground.
And you may ask yourself how do I work this? And you may ask yourself where is that large automobile? And you may tell yourself this is not my beautiful house! And you may tell yourself this is not my beautiful wife! Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down, letting the days go by, water flowing underground. Into the blue again, after the money's gone, once in a lifetime, water flowing underground. Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Water dissolving...and water removing, there is water at the bottom of the ocean. Carry the water at the bottom of the ocean, remove the water at the bottom of the ocean! Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down. Letting the days go by, water flowing underground. Into the blue again, in the silent water, under the rocks and stones, there is water underground.
Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down. Letting the days go by, water flowing underground. Into the blue again, after the money's gone, once in a lifetime, water flowing underground. And you may ask yourself what is that beautiful house ? And you may ask yourself where does that highway go? And you may ask yourself am I right ?...Am I wrong ? And you may tell yourself my god! What have I done?
Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down. Letting the days go by, water flowing underground. Into the blue again, in the silent water, under the rocks and stones, there is water underground. Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down. Letting the days go by, water flowing underground. Into the blue again, after the money's gone, once in a lifetime, water flowing underground. Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
5. Houses in motion.
For a long time I felt without style or grace, wearing shoes with no socks in cold weather. I knew my heart was in the right place, I knew I'd be able to do these things. And as we watch him digging his own grave, it was important to know that was where he's at. He can't afford to stop...that is what he believe, he'll keep on digging for a thousand years. I'm walking a line-I'm thinking about empty motion, I'm walking a line-Just barely enough to be living. Get outa the way-No time to begin, this isn't the time-So nothing was done. Not talking about-Not many at all, I'm turning around-No trouble at all. You notice there's nothing around you, arund you, I'm walking a line-Divide and Dissolve.
Never get to say much, never get to talk, tell us a little bit, but not too much. Right about then, is where she give up, she has closed her eyes, she has give up hop. I'm walking a line-I hate to be dreaming in motion, I'm walking a line-Just barely enough to be living. Get outa the way-no time to begin, this isn't the time-So nothing was done. Not talking about-Not many at all, I'm turning around-no trouble at all. I'm keeping my fingers behind me, 'hind me, I'm walking a line-divide and dissolve.
I turn myself around, I'm moving backwards and forwards, I'm moving twice as much as I was before. I'll keep on digging to the center of the earth, I'll be down in there, moving int he room...I'm walking a line-I'm visiting houses in motion, I'm walking a line-Just barely enough to be living. Get outa the way-no time to begin, this isn't the time-So nothing was done. Not talking about-Not many at all, I'm turning around-no trouble at all! Two different houses surround you, 'round you, I'm walking the line, divide and dissolve.
6. Seen and not seen.
He would see faces in movies, on T.V., in magazines, and in books...He thought that some of these faces might be right for him...And through the years, by keeping an ideal facial structure fixed in his mind...Or somewhere in the back of his mind...That he might, by force of will, cause his face to approach those of his ideal...The change would be very subtle...It might take ten years or so...Gradually his face would change its' shape...A more hooked nose...Wider, thinner lips...Beady eyes...A larger forehead.
He imagined that this was an ability he shared with most other people...They had also molded their faces according to some ideal...Maybe they imagined that their new face would better suit their personality...Or maybe they imagined that their personality would be forced to chang' to fit the new appearance...This is why first impressions are often correct...Although some people might have made mistakes...They may have arrived at an appearance that bears no relationship to them...They may have picked an ideal appearance based on some childish whim or momentary impulse...Some may have gotten half-way there, and then changed their minds.
He wonders if he too might have made a similar mistake.
7. Listening wind.
Mojique sees his village from a nearby hill, Mojique thinks of the days before Americans came. He sees the foreigners in growing numbers, he sees the foreigners in fancy houses, he thinks of the days that he can still remember...now. Mojique holds a package in his quivering hands, Mojique sends the package to the American man. Softly, he glides along the streets and alleys, up comes the wind that makes them run for cover, he feels the time is surely now or never...more.
The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart. The dust in my head, the dust in my head, the wind in my heart, the wind in my heart. (Come to) Drive them away, drive them away.
Mojique buys equipment in the marketplace, Mojique plants devices in the free trade zone. He feels the wind is lifting up his people, he calls the wind to guide him on his mission, he know his friend the wind is always standing...by. Mojique smells the wind that comes from far away, Mojique waits for news in a quiet place. He feels the presence of the wind around him, he feels the power of the past behind him, he has the knowledge of the wind to guide him...on.
The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart. The dust in my head, the dust in my head, the wind in my heart, the wind in my heart. (Come to) Drive them away, drive them away.
8. The overload.
A terrible signal, too weak to even recognize. A gentle collapsing the removal of the insides. I'm touched by your pleas, I value these moments. We're older than we realize...in someone's eyes.
A frequent returning and leaving unnoticed. A condition of mercy, a change in the weather. A view to remember, the center is missing. They question how the future lies...in someone's eyes.
The gentle collapsing, of every surface. We travel on the quiet road ...The overload.
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Año: 1980.
Procedencia de la banda: Nueva York, Estados Unidos.
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Año: 1980.
Procedencia de la banda: Nueva York, Estados Unidos.
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