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The Thing That Should Be | Rejoice! | Kapital | Model Village | The Unspeakable Stands Revealed | Through Restless Seas I Come | Insert Yr Own Prophecy

THE THING THAT SHOULD BE

The time has come again, 
rejoice, you're dead,
And walk on through 
the open door.
It's nowhere that 
you haven't been, my friend,
A million times 
or maybe more.

'Cos you never can 
remember what it was,
Until you find yourself inside.
And you gotta cut yourself 
loose from these bonds,
From the suffering 
to which you're tied.

Language, time and reason 
all dissolve,
Now that everyone is everything.
So join the thing 
that should be once again
'Cos you know that 
nothing means a thing.

'Cos you know that 
nothing means a thing, my friend,
'Cos you know that 
nothing means a thing.
'Cos you know that 
nothing means a thing, my friend,
'Cos you know that 
nothing means a thing.

Cast your body off
And step inside 
to where you stepped out of before.


	

REJOICE!

There's an answer here,
That you'd like to find.
Doesn't really matter, though,
What you have in mind.

And even if the question's wrong,
The answer still remains the same.
And even though it's everywhere,
No one wants to speak its name.

Forever marching to the grave,
Half-paralysed by fear.
But if you look up in the sky,
You'll see a second sun appear.

Rejoice, I'm dead,
At last I'm free.

And there's no escaping it,
No matter what the preachers say.
You've really gotta find a way.

And sometimes 
I can hold it in my hands,
And nearly have a word for it,
But then it slips away,
And soon we're gonna say

Rejoice, I'm dead,
At last I'm free.


	

KAPITAL

We occupy
Your dreamworld
Mr Kapital, Kapital
Kapital, Kapital
Kapital
Kapitalista
Please to meet ya

We are your parallel
We are your future
With you we ride
We are the tribe
We are the tribe


	

MODEL VILLAGE 
- Dave Sturt

A perfect blue sky above 
perfectly manicured lawns.
People are stirring 
as the new day dawns.

The bells on the church ring 
a peal of perfection each day;
The dutiful brethren 
all line up to pray.

The local reporter reports 
on the news of the day;
Nothing has happened, 
there's nothing to say.

The model policeman stands guard 
in his uniform blue;
Day after day he has nothing to do.

The rules are there to guide you
And constantly remind you:
You’d be useless without us.
We know what’s best.
We are born to rule you.

Virtuous and mindless,
Obedient and silent,
They are told what to do,
What to think,
For a better future.

The friendly shopkeeper 
keeps his cards 
close to his chest;
He secretly passes on 
signs of unrest.

The power and the riches 
reside in the hands of the few.
The radicals impatiently wait 
for their cue.


	

THE UNSPEAKABLE STANDS REVEALED

Well, here's the question, 
all information now is at stake.
The end of history, 
is it a mystery or a mistake?
Why are you sleeping? 
You should be keeping yourself awake

Temple constructor, 
superconductor and all that was,
'Cause we're so certain 
that behind the curtain 
we'll find Oz.
So now we're nearing 
self-engineering and all because

Before I was so frightened 
at what the end would bring,
Alone, tied to the cycle 
or part of everything?

Reflections that reveal 
the mystery further,
Serve only to reflect 
the thing itself.
It's only the unspeakable 
within that,
Resembles more 
the mystery itself

Well life is central, 
it's elemental. 
It's what we think,
Lost on this ocean, 
time is a notion, 
the missing link.
But understanding 
that we're all standing 
on the brink of

Reflections that reveal 
the mystery further,
Serve only to reflect 
the thing itself.
It's only the unspeakable 
within that,
Resembles more 
the mystery itself.


	

THROUGH RESTLESS SEAS I COME

Where then yesterday? 
Now all I am is passed,
All heroic voyages 
and this will be my last.
Through restless seas I come.

Time just washed away 
to nothing more, to none.
Words we used to say all gone.
All gone away, all done.

And so, 
if these broken limbs don't fail,
I'll climb aboard 
and into the storm I'll sail.
Again

Christ! 
It's waterlogged and nothing works, 
nothing's dry,
Ghosts of perished sailors all cry
'You'll never sail, you'll die'

But I'll do both, 
with this sinking ship and me,
We'll chart a path 
into oceans of history.
Again.

Cast this wreck away!

With maps I'll navigate 
through restless seas my course,
Perhaps I'll demonstrate 
my expertise, my force.
Through restless seas I come.

Mystic, fool, radiant jewel,
Teacher, wise man, sage.
Golden flame, none more sane,
You a beacon blazed.

All are we, lost at sea,
Bring this sailor home.
Journey's end, welcome friend,
Now your crossing's done.


	

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