Outside

Now. Not tomorrow
Yesterday
Not tomorrow

It happens today
The damage today
They fall on today
They beat on the outside
And I'll stand by you

Now. Not tomorrow
It's happening now
Not tomorrow

It's happening now
The crazed in the hot-zone
The mental and divas hands
The fisting of live
To the music outside
To the music outside

It happens outside
The music is outside
It's happening outside
The music is outside

It's happening, now
Not tomorrow
Yesterday
Not tomorrow

The music is outside
It's happening outside
The music is outside
The music is outside
Outside
Outside
Outside

Stay away from the future
Back away from the light
It's all deranged - no control

Sit tight in your corner
Don't tell God your plans
It's all deranged - no control

If I could control tomorrow's haze
The darkened shore wouldn't bother me
If I can't control the web we weave
My life will be lost in the fallen leaves

Every single move's uncertain
Don't tell God your plans
It's all deranged
No control

I should live my life on bended knee
If I can't control my destiny
You've gotta have a scheme
You've gotta have a plan
In the world of today, for tomorrow's man

Stay away from the future
Don't tell God your plans
It's all deranged
No control

Forbidden words, they deafen me
In memories, I've no control
See how a sinful man
Burns his tracks, his bloody robes
You've gotta have a scheme
You've gotta have a plan
In the world of today, for tomorrow's man

I should live my life on bended knee
If I can't control my destiny
No control I can't believe I've no control
It's all deranged

Spaceboy, you're sleepy no
Your silhouette is so stationary
You're released but your custody calls
And i want to be free

Don't you want to be free
Do you like girls or boys
It's confusing these days

But moondust will cover you
Cover you

This chaos is killing me
So bye bye love
Yeah bye bye love
Bye bye love
Yeah bye bye love

This chaos is killing me
Hallo spaceboy
You're sleepy now
You're silhouette
So stationary
You're released but your custody calls
And i want to be free

Don't you want to be free
Do you like girls or boys
It's confusing these days

But moondust will cover you
Cover you

And the chaos is killing me

Yeah bye bye love
So bye bye love
Yeah bye bye love
So bye bye love

This chaos is killing me
Moondust
Will cover you
This chaos is killing me
Moondust
Will cover you

Yeah bye bye love
Moondust
Will cover you
Bye bye love
Moondust
Will cover you
Good time love
Moondust
Moondust
Will cover you
Sweet sweet love
Moondust
Moondust
Will cover you
Bye bye spaceboy
Moondust
Moondust
Will cover you
Bye bye love
Moondust
Moondust
Will cover you
Moondust will cover you
Moondust
Moondust will cover you
Moondust
Cover you
Moondust will cover you
Moondust
Cover you
Moondust will cover you
Moondust
Cover you
Moondust will cover you

Old Touchschriek was the main nameserver
Suspected of being a shoulder surfer
But he didn't know from shit
About challenge response systems
Now Ramona A Stone we know was selling interest drugs
She got males all hung up on her mind filters
She was if you don't mine me saying so an update demon
Now Leon
He couldn't wait for 12 o'clock midnight
He jumps up on the stage
With a criss criss machete
And slashes around cutting a zero on everything
I mean a zero in the fabric of time itself
Was this a suspect?
I says to myself
Woa! 'Quelle courage!'
Oh wait, I'm getting ahead of myself
Let me take you back to when it all began

My name is Mr. Touchshriek
Of Touchshriek with mail over and fantasy
My shop sells egg shells off the shesores and empty females
I'm thinking of leasing the room above my shop
To a Mr. Walloff Domburg
A reject from the world wide Internet
He's a broken man
I'm also a broken man
It would be nice to have company
We could have great conversations
Looking through windows for demons
And watching the young advance in all electric
Some of the houses around here still have inhabitants in them
I'm not sure if they're from this country or not
I don't get to speak much to anyone or that sort of thing
If I had another broken name
Oh, I dream of something like that

Valentines Day, 25, June, 16th,
Wednesday, July 6th, 20, 0, 20, 15,
Martin Luther King Day, June 18th, June 6th,
Wednesday, August 18th, 9th, 1999, 12,
Nicholas, August, Wednesday, 13th,
Sunday, 5th, March,
October, January,
October 13th, Wednesday,
Martin Luther King Day,afternoon,
in view of nothing, 20, 0, 1, late winter,
Martin Luther King Day, 12, 16, August, Wednesday, 13th,
Friday, 7, June.

Cruising around me the flames burn my body
Wishful beginnings
Does this remind them again & again
You're a sorry little girl
You're a sorry little girl
Please hide, for the pain must feel like snow
You're a sorry little girl
Sorry little girl

Please hide from the kiss & the bite
Shame burns
Breathing in, breathing out
Breathing in, only doubt
The pain must feel like snow
I'm no longer your golden boy
Sorry little girl
I'm sorry little girl

The pain must feel like snow
There you go
Cover me, cover me
We flew on the wings
We were deep in the dead air
And this one will never go down
We had such wishful beginnings
But we lived unbearable lives
I'm sorry little girl
Sorry little girl
So so sorry little girl
The pain must feel like snow
There you go
There you go

Yooou, yooou, yooou
Yooou, yooou, yooou

All our friends
Now seem so thin and frail
Slinky secrets
Hotter than the sun

No peachy prayers
No trendy rechauffe
I'm with you
So I can't go wrong

All my violence
Raining tears upon the sheet
I'm bewildered/resentful
For we're strangers when we meet

Blank screen TV
Preening ourselves in the snow
Forget my name
But I'm over you

Blended sunrise
And it's a dying world
Humming Rheingold
We scavenge up our clothes

All my violence
Raining tears upon the sheet
I'm bewildered/resentful
For we're strangers when we meet

Cold tired fingers
Tapping out your memories
Halfway sadness
Dazzled by the new

Your embrace
Was all that I feared
That whirling room
We trade by vendu

Steely resolve
Is falling from me
My poor soul
All bruised passivity
All your regrets
Ride rough-shod over me
I'm so glad
That we're strangers when we meet
I'm so thankful
That we're strangers when we meet
I'm so clover
For we're strangers when we meet
Heel head over
But we're strangers when we meet

Strangers when we meet (repeat ad. inf.

My name is mr. touchshriek
Of touchshriek with mail over and fantasy
My shop sells egg shells off the shesores and empty females
I'm thinking of leasing the room above my shop
To a mr. walloff domburg
A reject from the world wide internet
He's a broken man
I'm also a broken man
It would be nice to have company
We could have great conversations
Looking through windows for demons
And watching the young advance in all electric
Some of the houses around here still have
Inhabitants in them
I'm not sure if they're from this country or not
I don't get to speak much to anyone or that sort of thing
If i had another broken name
Oh, i dream of something like that

Old touchschriek was the main nameserver
Suspected of being a shoulder surfer
But he didn't know from shit
About challenge response systems
Now ramona a stone we know was selling interest
Drugs
She got males all hung up on her mind filters
She was if you don't mind me saying so an update demon
Now leon
He couldn't wait for 12 o'clock midnight
He jumps up on the stage
With a criss criss machete
And slashes around cutting a zero on everything
I mean a zero in the fabric of time itself
Was this a suspect?
I says to myself
Woa! "quelle courage!"
Oh wait, i'm getting ahead of myself
Let me take you back to when it all began

Test, testing, testing
This, hmmm, Grace is my name
And and I was...hm...
It was that phot... a fading photograph of
A patch, a patchwork quilt.
And they've put me on these
Ramona put me on these interest drugs
So I'm thinking bit too fast like a brain hatch
And ah they won't let me see anybody
If I want to sometimes and I ask
I can hear some pop...popular musics
And aftershocks. (SNEEZE)
See I've been watching a television of um... in the homelands
That's the new homelands and um that's all I can remember
And now they just want me to be quiet
And I think something is going to be horrid.

Baby Grace is the victim
She was 14 years of age
And the wheels are turning, turning
For the finger points at me
All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town
All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town

Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
All's well
20th century dies

And the prison priests are decent
My attorney seems sincere
I fear my days are numbered
Lord get me out of here
All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town
All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town

Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
All's well
20th century dies

This is your shadow on my wall
This is my flesh and blood
This is what I could've been

And the wheels are turning and turning
As the 20th century dies

If I had not ripped the fabric
If time had not stood still
If I had not met Ramona
If I'd only paid my bill

All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town
All's well
But I have not been to Oxford Town

Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
All's well
20th century dies
And the wheels are turning and turning
As the 20th century dies
This is my bunk with two sheets
This is my food though foul
This is what I could have been

Toll the bell
Pay the private eye
All's well
20th century dies

Stomping along on this big philips johnson
Is delay just wasting my time
Looking across at richard rogers
Scheming dreams to blow both their minds

It's difficult you see
To give up baby
To leave a job
When you know the moneys from day to day

All the majesty of a city landscape
All the soaring days of our lives
All the concrete dreams in my mind's eye
All the joy i see thru these architect's eyes

Cold winter bleeds on the girders of babel
This stone boy watching the crawling land
Rings of flesh and the towers of iron
The steaming caves and rocks and the sand
Stomping along on this big philips johnson
Is delay just wasting my time

It's difficult you see
To give up baby
These summer scumholes
This goddamned starving life

All the majesty of a city landscape
All the soaring days of our lives
All the concrete dreams in my mind's eye
All the joy i see thru these architect's eyes

It's difficult you see
It's difficult you see

All the majesty of a city landscape
All the soaring days in our lives
All the concrete dreams in my mind's eye
All the joy i see thru these architect's eyes

I shake
And stare the sun
Till my eyes burn

I shake
At the mothers
Brutal vermin

I shake
And stare
At the watery moon

With the same desire
As the sober Philistine

Worm, the pain and blade
Turn and turn again

The screw
Is a tightening Atrocity

I shake
For the reeking flesh
Is as romantic as hell

The need
To have seen it all
The voyeur
Of utter destruction
As beauty
I shake

Research has pierced
All extremes of my sex
Call it a day
Call it a day
Needle point life
Blinds the will to be next
Call it a day
Call it a day