Альбом Amplifier

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Imagine the gig, that we could have at area 51. Oh my word. Oh my word.

Imagine the freaks we'd have in the audience at area 51. Check out who's standing next to you.

Just imagine the sound of the music we may conceive of the drugs we take in area 51.
Imagine the size of the amps to be found, one billions wats of sound.
Such an auspicious event, yet so classified, loving it.
To the party we throw, see you all at the after show at area 51.

Area 51.

Thinking of the yellow dot planets of lennox on right.
They'd have to worthy of seeing or dying.
And we all sing along as the words come undone.
Summon lips of all nations terrestrial tongue.
And oh Jesus christ, don't corrode it's strange
Just wait till you see guest stars we've arranged.
All our guests prepare, they're be relics instead
When we play in area 51

Imagine the sound of the music we may conceive of the drugs we take in area 51.
Imagine the size of the amps to be found, one billions wats of sound.
Such an auspicious event, yet so classified, loving it.
To the party we throw, see you all at the after show at area 51.

Area 51. 51. Area 51. In area 51.

Area 51...

Hey brother meet me at the room, don't reverse the night sky.
Beneath the black gnawed project wings of crows with artificial eyes.
Think that we could see much further, walking three foot of the ground.
We could learn to live between all of the secrets that we found, before it's all gone.
Before it's all gone. Before it's all gone. Before it's all gone. Before it's all gone.

Hey sister, somewhere in the sun, you know this place of end used dreams.
It's just the stones thrown from easy street and the rawleight limousines.
Where people pass a steel doorway, never knowing we were there.
You know we don't need paradise, where we found god inside of air. We must stay strong.
We will stay strong. We won't remaing young. And we must stay strong.

But I can't feel the city seat beneath the claw.
Spinning the sirens in a gentle pulse of blue.
Sometimes when the land is terrified.
This is where we work. Yes this where we work. This is where we work.

The dark secrets of a hidden room at 3 a.m.
The threaths of physical collapse is now very real.
And god help us all, we're going way too chemical.
When your living at a hundred miles an hour.
Soul of bird must learn to fly.

We're picking up on neat vibrations, we even don't need to try.
We're all the washed with strange sensations, come on and let us liquify
I need your reassuringness. I'm just oblivion boy.
There were times I lost my mind, withing the screaming wall of noise.
Before I found you. That's where I found you.

So brother hold on to my hand, feel I'm afraid that you might fall.
You're just a pattern of man, laid down withs atom of soul.
You can put your faith in me, 'cause I don't care what you've been told.
Just watch a shooting stars, and they fall to the great ocean row below there.

Throught the mounts of kings and goats appaled by the electric fence
Throught the sun and the moon and the terror of the thunder cloud. I'll fly you away.
Throught the indian maze wind calls upon the lips and the sun.
Well you can let me be the conjurer, and I'll free you today.

But I can't feel the city seat beneath the claw.
Spinning the sirens in a gentle pulse of blue.
Sometimes when the land is terrified.
This is where we work. Yes this where we work. This is where we work.

The dark secrets of a hidden room at 3 a.m.
The threaths of physical collapse is now very real.
And god help us all, we're going way too chemical.
When your living at a hundred miles an hour.
Soul of bird must learn to fly.

The soul of bird must learn to fly.
The soul of bird must learn to fly.
The soul of bird must learn to fly.

All systems shutting down.
Movement coming to a halt.
Activity seezing now.
Everything stand still, for you. For you. For you. For you.
Just for you. For you. All this for you. All this for you.

Heartbeat slowing down, for you.
Metal turn to rust, for you.
Fire become us, all just for you.
Flying throught the air, spiralling into the moon, for you. For you. For you.
Spiraling into the moon. Spiraling into the blue. Spiraling into the blue.
Spiraling into the moon, for you, for you, for you...

Waiting here in the departure lounge, won't be long before I'm leaving.
And in the instant that the world stood still, I melted into gas to float away.

I'll come back stronger than before, soaking the sun array.
Collecting little shots of happiness, a million years of sleep, again.

But I can't remember what we were, what we once might have been somewhere else.
We spun glitter balls and lover's dance, the flowers roomed and time collapsed.

And I'm trapped within the cloud of bliss, in control yet powerless.
Within my head I hear a verbaration, the sound of bowing on a jukebox.

And who could blame us for wanting to talk with the gods?
The ringing bells of flooded cathedrals, will sound for you.

And moments lost in time like tears in rain, left me clutching photographs
from the ramparts of a sleepy ghostal citadel in Spain, I saluted you.

And you hear...

Under faraway moons. Human flotsom dream and sleeping bags.
Big, where the ocean is blue, it's a perfect place to find yourself.

So I'm looking for freaks to burn out stars with.
Searching for misfits to get lost with.
Waiting for souls to find my own with.
Holding out for strangers whom I can dream with.
And I'll be digging for friends to lose my mind with.
'Cause I'm looking for freaks to burn out stars with.
I'm looking for freaks to burn out stars with.

To burn out stars with...
To burn out stars with...

It's all about balance. It's all bout discipline.
It's all about silence. It's all about listening.

So keep your head down, number one son.
Your time will come, number one son.

It's all about focus. It's all about simplicity.
It's all about practice. And it's all about subtlety.

So keep your head down, down, number one son.
Your time will come, come, number one son.

Made yourself empty, let them fill you up.

'Cause you put the cobs right into my mouth.
And you were the airbag to cushion my fall.
'Cause you put the rods right under my hands.
And you put the armour around my soul.

Around my soul. Around my soul. Around my soul.
Around my soul. Around my soul. Around my soul.
Around my soul. Around my soul. Around my soul.
Around my soul...

It's all about balance... discipline.