1. |
Piece of November
02:51
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2. |
I Believe in You
05:06
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Girl, It’s important that you know
How you shine,
How you sparkle and you glow.
In my mind,
I see you everywhere.
You fly above me.
You’re dancing in the air.
Your voice,
It echoes through my head
Like an angel, And I’m so easily lead.
I don’t believe in karma. I don’t believe in fate. I don’t believe in miracles, But I’ll get what I can take. I don’t believe in hate. I tell you this is true. I don’t believe in love girl, But I believe in you.
Eyes wide.
I know that you are near.
I don’t blink
‘Cuz then you’ll disappear.
It’s not too late.
This isn’t so bizarre.
Just come close,
I’ll hold you in my arms.
Come and see
That you belong with* me,
And this dimension
Is not an impossibility.
They say that love is blind. Well, I suppose that is true. But even if I was a blind man, I’d still be in love with you. I don’t believe in riches, And fame ain’t nothing new. I don’t believe in love girl, But I believe in you.
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3. |
Grey Block
06:43
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With your look
In your eyes
A thousand scenes
A thousand lines
Another glance
Apologize
Words are glass
And then you realize...
Flickering
Paper flames
Return to dust
Recall the names
Uncertain
Still the same
Nobody speaks
And no one takes the blame...
And even when you sleep
And even when you dream
And even when you hope
Your holding back a scream
And even when you hurt
And even when you cry
I hide
From that look inside your eyes
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4. |
Walls
03:27
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These four walls are closing in.
Inch by inch, day by day,
Just like I asked.
Take a look, there’s nothing more.
Turn away and close the door.
Sign the check, ignore the past,
Close your eyes, and make it last.
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5. |
Business
04:59
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You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won’t have it!! Is that clear?! You think you’ve merely stopped a business deal. That is not the case. The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back! It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity! It is ecological balance! You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational dominion of dollars. Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, reichmarks, rins, rubles, pounds, and shekels. It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today! And YOU have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and YOU WILL ATONE! Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale? You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM and ITT and AT&T and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today. What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state -- Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, minimax solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do. We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr. Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business. The world is a business, Mr. Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime. And our children will live, Mr. Beale, to see that perfect world in which there’s no war or famine, oppression or brutality -- one vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock, all necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused. And I have chosen you, Mr. Beale, to preach this evangel. But why me? Jensen: Because you’re on television, dummy. Sixty million people watch you every night of the week, Monday through Friday. I have seen the face of God. You just might be right, Mr. Beale. “NETWORK” (1976)
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6. |
The Butterfly Effect
05:22
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7. |
Blur
01:12
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8. |
Effortless
06:16
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9. |
Meta Girl
04:06
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10. |
Vapourous Split
04:37
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11. |
First Word Problems
02:32
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12. |
A New Sublime
05:48
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13. |
Gallifrey
08:01
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14. |
Sinking Feeling
01:19
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15. |
Despairity
02:22
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16. |
theend
07:31
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And the sky was grey
And the rain was falling
A massive impracticality
Twisting in time
Sharply sailing across
Wandering story lines
You appear in a swirl
A precious paradox
Perilous pressure
My finger on a pulse
Pulse beating and beating
Pieces of your subtlety
Are not lost on me
Yeah you just stand there
Don’t move
Don’t look
Don’t even open your eyes
Don’t speak
Don’t move your lips at all
If I hear you
If I see you move
If I look into your eyes
I just might love you
And you don’t want that
So I walk away
So I run away
So I fly away
Just let it go
Let her go
Let go
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