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Force Ten
Tough times demand tough talk
demand tough hearts demand tough songs
demand -
We can rise and fall like Emipres
Flow in and out like the tide.
Be vain and smart, humble and dumb,
We can hit and miss like pride.
Just like pride.
We can circle around like hurricanes
Dance and dream like lovers.
Attack the day like birds of prey,
Or scavengers under cover.
Under cover.
Look in -
To the eye of the storm
Look out -
For the force without form
Look around -
At the sight and sound
Look in look out look around -
We can move with savage grace
To the rhythms of the night
Cool and remote like dancing girls
In the heat of the beat and the lights.
And the lights.
We can wear the rose of romance,
An air of Joie De Vivre.
Too-tender hearts upon our sleeves,
Or skin as thick as thieves,
Thick as thieves.
rising falling at force ten
we twist the world and ride the wind.
Look in -
Look the storm in the eye
Look out -
To the sea and the sky
Look around -
At the sight and sound
Look in look out look around
Time Stand Still
I turn my back to the wind
To catch my breath,
Before I start off again
Driven on,
Without a moment to spend
To pass an evening
With a drink and a friend
I let my skin get to thin
I'd like to pause
No matter what I pretend
Like some pilgrim -
Who learns to transcend -
Learns to live
As if each step was the end
Time stand still -
I'm not looking back -
But I want to look around me now
See more of the people
and the palces that surround me now
Freeze this moment
A little bit longer
Make each sensation
A little bit stronger
Experience slip away
I turn my face to the sun
Close my eyes,
Let me defenses down -
All those wounds
That I can't get unwound
I let my past go too fast
No time to pause
If I could slow it all down
Like some captain
Whose ship runs aground -
I can wait until the tide
Comes around
Make each impression
A little bit stronger
Freeze this motion
A little bit longer
The innocence slips away...
Summer's going fast-
Night growing colder
Children growing up-
Old friends growing older
Experience slips away..
Open Secrets
It went right by me,
At the time it went over my head,
I was looking out the window
I should have looked
At your face instead.
It went right by me,
Just another wall
There should have been a moment
When we let our barriers fall.
I never meant
What you're thinking,
That's not what I meant at all...
Well I guess we all
Have these feelings
We can't leave unreconciled
Some of them burned on our ceilings
Some of them learned as a child
The things that we're concealing
Will never let us grow
Time will do it's healing
You've got to let it go.
Closed for my protection
Open to your scorn
Between these two directions,
My heart is sometimes torn.
I lie awake with my secrets,
Spinning around my head.
Something that somehow
Escaped me -
Something you shouldn't have said
I was looking out the window
I should have looked
At your face instead.
I find no absolution
In my rational point of view
Maybe some things are instinctive
But there's one thing you could do
You could try to understand me-
I could try to understand you...
Second Nature
A memo to a higher office
Open letter to the powers that be.
To a God, a King, a head of state,
A captain of industry.
To the movers and the shakers,
Can't everybody see?
It ought to be second nature,
At least the places where we live!
Let's talk about this sensibly,
We're not insensative.
I know that progress has no patients,
But somethings got to give.
I know you're different -
You know I'm the same.
We're both to busy
To be taking the blame.
I'd like some changes,
But you don't have the time
We can't go on thinking
It's a victimless crime.
No one is blameless,
But we're all without shame.
We fight the fire -
While we're
Feeding the flames.
Folks have got to make choices -
And choices got to have voices.
Folks are basically decent
Conventional wisdom would say
We'll we read about
The exceptions
In the papers every day.
It ought to be second natture -
At least, that's what I feel.
"Now I lay me down in dreamland" -
I know perfects not for real
I thought we might get closer -
But I'm ready to make a deal.
Today is different
And Tommorrow the same
It's hard to take the world
The way that it came.
Too many rapids
Keep us sweeping along
Too many captains
Keep on steering us wrong.
It's hard to take the heat -
It's hard to lay blame -
To fight the fire -
While we're
Feed the flames.
Prime Mover
Basic elemntal
Instict to survive
Stirs the higher passions
Thrill to be alive.
Alternating currents
In a tidewater surge
Rational resistance
To an unwise urge.
anything can happen
From the point of conception
To the moment ofd truth
At the point of surrender
To the burden of proof.
From the point of ignition
To the final drive
The point of the journey
Is not to arrive.
anything can happen
Basic tempermental
Filters on our eyes
Alter our perceptions
Lenses polarize.
Alternating currents
Force a show of hands
Ration responses
Force a change of plans.
anything can happen
From a point on the compass
To magnetic north
The point of the needle
Moving back and forth.
From the point of entry -
Until the candle is burned
The point of departure -
Is not to return.
anything can happen
I set the wheels in motion
turn up all the machines
activate the programs
and run behind the scenes
I set the clouds in motion
turn up light and sound
activate the window
and watch the world go 'round-
anything can happen.
Lock And Key
I don't want to face
The killer instinct -
Face it in you or me.
We carry a sensitive Cargo
Below the waterline -
Ticking like a timebomb
With a primitive design.
Behind the finer feelings -
The civilized veneer -
The heart of a lonely hunter
Guards a dangerous frontier.
The balance can sometimes fail -
Strong emotions can tip the scale -
Don't want to silence
A desperate voice
For the sake of security
No one wants to make
A terrible choice
On the price of being free
I don't want to face
The killer instinct -
Face it in you or me
So wee keep it under lock and key...
It's not a mtter of mercy
It's not a matter of laws
plenty of people will kill you
For some fanatical cuase
It's not a matter of conscience-
A search for probable cause
It's just a matter of instinct-
A matter of fatal flaws
No reward for resistance
No assistance-
No applause...
we don't want to be victims
on that we all agree
so we lock up the killer instinct-
and throw away the key...
Mission
Hold your fire -
Keep it burning bright
Hold the flame
'Til the dream ignites -
A spirit with a vision
Is a dream with a mission
I hear their passionate music
Read the words
That touch my heart
I gaze at the their feverish pictures
The secrets that set them apart
When I feel the powerful visions
Their fire has made alive
I wish I had that instinct-
I wish I had that drive
Spirits fly on dangerous missions
Imaginations on fire
Focused high on soaring ambitions
Consumed in a single desire
In the grip of
A nameless possession-
A slave to the drive of obsession-
A spirit with a vision
Is a dream with a mission
I watch their images flicker
Bringing life to a lifeless screen
I walk through the beautiful buildings
And I wish I had their dreams
But dreams don't need
To have motion
To keep their spark alive
Obsession has to have action
Prides turns on the drive
It's cold comfort
To the ones without it
To know how they struggle
How they suffer about it
If their live were
Exotic and Strange
They would likely have
Gladly exchanged them
For something, A little more plain
Maybe something A little more sane.
We each pay a fabulous price
For out visions of paradise
But a spirit with a vision
Is a spirt with a mission
Turn The Page
Nothing can survive in a vacuum
No one can exist all alone
We pretend things only happen to strangers
We've all got problems of our own
It's enough to learn
to share our pleasures
We can't soothe pain with sympathy
All that we can do is be reminded-
We shake our heads at the tragedy
Every day we're standing
in a time capsule
Racing down a river from the past
Every day we're standing
in a wind tunnel
Facing down the future coming fast
It's just the age
It's just the stage -
We disengage -
We turn the page...
Looking at
the long range forcast
Catching all the names in the news
Checking out
the state of the nation
Learning the environmental blues
Truth is after all a moving target
Hairs to split
and pieces that don't fit.
How can anybody be enlightened?
Truth is after all so poorly lit.
Tai Shan
High on the sacred mountain
Up the seven thousand steps
In the golden light of autumn
There was magic in the air
Clouds surrounded the summit
Wind blew strong and cold
Among the silent temples
and the writings carved in gold
Somewhere in my instincts
The primitive took hold...
I stood at the top of the mountain
and China sang to me
in the peaceful haze of harvest time
A song of eternity -
If you raise your hands to heaven
You will live a hundred years
I stood there like a mystic
Lost in the atmosphere
The clouds were suddenly parted
For a moment I could see
the patterns of the landscape
reaching to the eastern sea
I looked upon a presence
Spanning forty centuries...
I though of time and distance
The hardship of history
I head the hope and the hunger
When China sang to me...
High Water
When the water rise
in the darkness
In the wake of the endless flood
It flowed into our memory -
It flowed into our blood-
When something broke the surface
just to see the starry dome -
We still feel that relation
When the water takes us home
In the flying spray of the ocean
The water takes you home -
Springing from the weight
of the mountains
like the heard of the earth
would burst
Flowing out from marble fountains
In the dreams of a desert thirst
Something swam through
the jungles
Where the mighty rivers roam -
Something breaks the silence
When the water takes you home
I hear the wordless voices
when the water takes me home-
Waves the crash on the shoreline
Torrents of tropical rain
Streaming down
beyond our memory
Streaming down inside our veins
When something left the ocean
To crawl high above the foam-
We still feel that elation
When the water takes us home
In a driving rain of redemption
The water takes me home...