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The Rhythm Of The Heat



Looking out the window

I see the red dust clear

High up on the red rock

Stands the shadow with the spear



The land here is strong

Strong beneath my feet

it feeds on the blood

it feeds on the heat



The rhythm is below me

The rhythm of the heat

The rhythm is around me

The rhythm has control

The rhythm is inside me

The rhythm has my soul



The rhythm of the heat

The rhythm of the heat

The rhythm of the heat

The rhythm of the heat



Drawn across the plainland

To the place that is higher

Drawn into the circle

That dances round the fire

We spit into out hands

And breathe across the palms

Raising them up high

Help open to the sun



Self-conscious, uncertain

I'm showered with the dust

The spirit enter into me

And I submit to trust



Smash the radio

No outside voices here

Smash the watch

Cannot tear the day to shreds

Smash the camera

Cannot steal away the spirits

The rhythm is around me

The rhythm has control

The rhythm is inside me

The rhythm has my soul



~Peter Gabriel

Indifference



i will light the match this mornin', so i won't be alone

watch as she lies silent, for soon light will be gone

i will stand arms outstretched, pretend i'm free to roam

i will make my way, through, one more day in hell...

how much difference does it make

how much difference does it make...

i will hold the candle till it burns up my arm

i'll keep takin' punches until their will grows tired

i will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind

hey i won't change direction, and i won't change my mind

how much difference does it make

how much difference does it make..

how much difference...

i'll swallow poison, until i grow immune

i will scream my lungs out till it fills this room

how much difference

how much difference

how much difference does it make

how much difference does it make...





~Pearl Jam

Senor





Senor, senor, do you know where we're headin'?

Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?

Seems like I been down this way before.

Is there any truth in that, senor?



Senor, senor, do you know where she is hidin'?

How long are we gonna be ridin'?

How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door?

Will there be any comfort there, senor?



There's a wicked wind still blowin' on that upper deck,

There's an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck.

There's a marchin' band still playin' in that vacant lot

Where she held me in her arms one time and said, "Forget me not."



Senor, senor, I can see that painted wagon,

I can smell the tail of the dragon.

Can't stand the suspense anymore.

Can you tell me who to contact here, senor?



Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled

Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field.

A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring

Said, "Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing."



Senor, senor, you know their hearts is as hard as leather.

Well, give me a minute, let me get it together.

I just gotta pick myself up off the floor.

I'm ready when you are, senor.



Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,

Overturn these tables.

This place don't make sense to me no more.

Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor?



~Bob Dylan