Альбом Brandon Boyd

The boy upon a tireless trail with the wind at his back.
He's becoming one, coming one, he's becoming one.

The birds the bees the wild trapeze symbiotic heart attack.
He's becoming one, coming one, he's becoming one.

Stand still, like a hummingbird in flight
Stand still, like a hummingbird in flight
Stand still, like a hummingbird in flight
Stand still, like a hummingbird in flight.

No borders, no empires,no inquisition sport or blame.
He's becoming one, coming one, he's becoming one.

Up North, down south, back east and out west
They're saying his bright-eyed name.
He's becoming one, coming one, he's becoming one.

Stand still, like a hummingbird in flight
Stand still, like a hummingbird in flight
Stand still, like a hummingbird in flight
Stand still, like a hummingbird in flight

He's becoming one, coming one, he's becoming one.

And only with an old guitar, broken in on wits and whim
He's becoming one, coming one, he's becoming one.

Hummingbird up in an April sky, observed and said of him,
He's becoming one,
Yeah, he's coming home.

Ooohhhhh

Here comes everyone,
Lining up with bucks and ask for phantom consolation prize, oh
Here comes everyone

Blunted, bleached and massed produced
It's amazing what we can get used to
What will we say, when our children ask,
What have you done?
You've gone and used up all the fun

Oh, yeah, we're only treading water
Whether yours or whether ours
Yeah, we're all in the gutter
But some of us are looking at the stars

Everyone

Here comes everyone,
Conductor-less runaway train and
Only have ourselves to blame for it
Here comes everyone

Fast food fed and god fearing
All panic and alarms, alarming
What if everyone simultaneous disobeys?
It aint a game if no one plays, oh

Yeah, we're only treading water
Whether yours or whether ours
Yeah, we're all in the gutter
But some of us are looking at the stars.

Oh, here comes everyone
Here comes,
I come,
here comes...
everyone.

After fire comes the rain
The rain washes away
The blackened soil in the distance
Process starts over again

Near the pyres the women weep
The tears is in the flames
And in the smoke there is a signal
For there sometimes are too…

Take cover, unless you are on the right side of the fire
But who is right? Where is wrong?
Can this go on? It's easier said than done.

Lonely mariner trapped a little dream
Wherein he was the subject of an old salt into the sea.
He buys the winds and tides, neither good, bad, right or wrong
There is a storm ahead in the distance
For the stow away to take cover unless you are
On the right side of the fire

Who is right, and where is wrong
Can this go on? It is easier said than done.

Oh…said than done
Ohhh…said than done.
Oh, said than done.

Dance while the devil sleeps.
After fire comes the rain,
Look in the smoke for a signal.

Picture this: A falling star
that holds a kite string
The two of us are holding fast
Where will the fall leave us?

(You were a prisoner)
And so was I
(Now we're the hunted)
It opened my eye
(Into the arms of)
A threat that's real!
This is our burden
we've got to find

Another way out!
If there are no such things as walls
you're not a prisoner at all
Another way out!
Yeah, there is nothing holding you!
So run like
a Caribou

Picture this: A night without cars
Just hooves and long legs
The two of us
are horned and proud
The city is ours again

(You were a prisoner)
And so was I
(Now we're the hunted)
It opened my eye
(Into the arms of)
A threat that's real!
This is our burden
we've got to find

Another way out!
If there are no such things as walls
you're not a prisoner at all
Another way out!
Yeah, there is nothing holding you!
So run like
a Caribou!

Another way out!
If there are no such things as walls
you're not a prisoner at all
Another way out!
If there is nothing holding you!
So run like
a Caribou

Here in our gilded cage
We turn on the news and are entertained
We are an army of semi informed, chemically maimed
Paper Tigers that, only the cusp, only the crown
This isn't the only way down

Either way it's death by a thousand cuts
But you would think we'd choose our blade
But by the way we carry on like nothing's wrong
One could argue pointedly, that maybe we deserve to be

Caged
Caged
Caged
Caged

Here in our gilded cage
We are infantilized continuously
Our parents who sow the seed
That won't let it grow into a tree

A spectral tiger is born
With beautiful stripes and porcelain teeth
And the ghost of the hunt underneath

Either way it's death by a thousand cards
But you would think we'd choose our blade
But by the way we carry on like nothing's wrong
One could argue pointedly that maybe we deserve to be

Caged
Caged
Caged
Caged

Either way it's death by a thousand cards
But you would think we'd choose our blade
But by the way we carry on like nothing's wrong
One could argue pointedly that maybe we deserve to be

Caged
Caged
Caged
Caged

The boulevard is bustling
A vast and wrinkled muslin
Is all over my eyes
and I know I don't belong

There is a noise inside of me
That bustles asymmetrically
Oh how have I to balance
Those sounds into a song

It's time to let your hair down
and give yourself permission
it takes courage and control
but you start by letting go

The city's an analogy
For things building inside of me
This chaos and this discourse
Still we move along

The chaos hangs of symmetry
and all her words of poetry
and that's the kind of city
which I want to belong

It's time to let your hair down
and give yourself permission
It takes courage and control
but you start by letting go

All I think, I feel, I see
All that this place is not me
I want to be alone, but be wild and free
Oh he who asks receives

It's time to let your hair down
and give yourself permission
It takes courage and control
but you start by letting go

Presently, the future is in the middle of a love triangle,
With calamity and me in the corner starting to feel uncomfortable.
Should I douse the spark or fan the flames or merely think of clever things to say?
The more I try to separate, the better it feels to get right in the way.

And I try so hard to get out of the way of that runaway train.
Oh, how I do love the rain.

Seems to me that being the middle is starting to get me in trouble.
I tried to run away but they have a talent for making trouble seem enjoyable.
The more I try to separate, the better it feels to get right in the way.
Should I douse the spark or fan the flames or merely think of clever things to say?

And I try so hard to get out of the way of that runaway train.
Oh, how I do love the rain.

Runaway train...

And I try so hard to get out of the way of that runaway train.
Oh, how I do love the rain.

Runaway train...

Last night I think I lived a thousand years
Caught wind of the soft song of passing winds*
Swam past the seas and met a school of fish*
Joined class they said to keep a weather eye
Keep a weather eye out

That sound that pulled me out, got louder still
Till salt and sea became a vacuum�s mouth*
But turned off into a darkened room
Which was all void and smelled of stale sea air
I said, my oh my, where on earth am I?

I�ve been swallowed whole
Now a passenger in the belly of fate
(fate, yeah, fate, oh)

Last night I traveled without eyes or ears
Sat idle in the womb of elder�s dance*
From sailing to the Isle of White*
Hostage in the mouth of myth

I said, my oh my, where on earth am I?
I�ve been swallowed whole
Now a passenger in the belly of fate.

A mirror of venus that you are
but i have never seen your face
a mariner carried by a star
with no regard for time or place

Ahhhh hhhhhaa x2

Architectural regret
There is a book i'll never write
from here i'll build a minaret
and from it i'm calling out tonight

Ahhhh hhhhhaa x2

I'll go wherever you go mirror of x2
I'll go wherever you go mirror of Venus

Ahhhh hhhhhaa x5
Yeah!

I'll go wherever you go mirror of x2
I'll go wherever you go mirror of Venus

Out on the road!
Outta you're state!
Picture the apple
the hour's late.
Everyone trying
to be the same!
Uniformed and smiles, smiles, smiles
Goodbye to language
and some of these too!
A generation of intellectual amputees
Assimilation! Conformity!
As drops in a once half-empty cup!

A surreptitious kiss goodbye!
We're making way for
a much needed mini mall (?)

Outta your cage!
Onto your feet!
Knock off the dust in your eyes and repeat
New fascinations
sweeten the sounds!
Polyformed and smiles, smiles, smiles
Goodbye to process!
And noises to!
A generation of when we could work in peace
Where is the art in kissing their feet
for the last drops of a twice half-empty cup?

Some mountains! We climb to the top!
Say goodbye to wide open spaces!

Can't see the love!
All ears avow!
But no one hears!
Nobody's listening!
If I scream again!
Cry over it!
But no one hears!
Nobody's listening!
You can't single out!
All ears avow!
But no one hears!
Nobody's listening!
If I scream again!
Cry over it!
But no one hears
Nobody's listening!
Nobody, there's nobody, there's nobody listening.