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Art Of Illusion
05:15
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Running down this endless road, nothing here, no one waiting for you
Looking for that exit sign again
City blocks and traffic stops, with flashing words illuminating on you
Cell phone robots, synchronize their steps.
And I breathe in the air, then I count aloud and let it go
And I find I'm still here, on that borderline.
It's the art of illusion, it's all make believe it's a fantasy
The art of Illusion, it's a trickery of kind.
Automated superstores, parking lots, crowded elevators
Living in a debt collectors world.
Super sized you're analyzed, hypnotized, system full of data
Born consumed and left out in the cold.
Am I seizing the day, am I thinking straight or just flying low
Could be one step away, from that juggernaut.
It's the art of illusion, it's all make believe it's a fantasy
The art of Illusion, it's a trickery of kind.
That distant voice is calling, you hear it every morning
It's the echo in your mind, and it's hard to define
But it's stronger this time.
It's the art of illusion, it's all make believe it's a fantasy
The art of Illusion, it's a trickery of kind.
Movie stars and limousines, magazines, profit for the making
Read about their troubles and regrets.
Microwaves and frozen food, just for you, ready in a minute
A plastic spoon for eating your desert.
Time to wake, it's time to work, pay your bills, don't be late
Credit cards, ever growing, a red alert without you knowing
You want to run, want to hide, a prisoner of this chosen life
Without a sign, of ever changing, the pressure's on.
It's the art of illusion, It's all make believe it's a fantasy
The art of Illusion, it's a trickery of kind.
The art of illusion, tell me what you see is that what you see?
The art of illusion, is it real or in your mind?
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2. |
By Design
04:45
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By Design
Looking at the red graffiti on the walls of this old city,
Used to be so pretty long before it lost its way
Sixty streets you never go to, ever growing moving on through
Like a cancer eating up the beauty of this place.
The times are ever changing, but it's only in your mind,
The times are ever changing, but it's only by design,
It's only by design.
There's darkness emanating like a time bomb that's been waiting
For its cue for detonation when the time is right.
Just below the smiling faces where the cold hard facts embraces,
Sometimes it will leave some traces of the days to come.
The times are ever changing, but it's only in your mind,
The times are ever changing, but it's only by design,
It's only by design.
The subway's late, another suicide,
But all I sense around is irritation.
I've got a place to go, I'm running late you know,
It always happens at this station,
No consideration, ah well.
The window pane behind the iron bard that always show the scars
Of Inner city living, alleyways and sewer drains
Shopping malls and travel plans, your credit card is in your hand
It's just a step away.
The times are ever changing, but it's only in your mind,
The times are ever changing, but it's only by design,
It's only by design.
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3. |
My Silhouette
04:53
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I've been a child of the city, born and raised on the streets,
I've seen the face of addiction, growing up through the years.
I hear the voices of anger 'bout injustice they've seen,
Inner city's in ruins, it's been falling on me.
Heard the cries of the widow, with another good life laid to rest.
Don't know what I'll be hoping to find
Behind my silhouette.
Better watch what you're saying, 'case somebody can hear,
We got the bills growing higher, we got the rent in arrears,
Ain't no money for saving, and the future is already spent.
Don't know what I'll be hoping to find
Behind my silhouette.
There's some streetlights down by the eastside river,
Ain't no place to be walking alone
And the downtown traffic is slowly fading
In a city where no one belongs.
Cross the bridge into the dark side
Heart is beating now, but you know I gotta get home.
Don't know what I'll be hoping to find
Behind my silhouette.
There's a pride amongst the people though they live beyond their means,
And there's one too many suicides in this inner city dream.
No one questions their condition on the outside looking in,
Ain't a problem 'less you're living on the wrong side of that bridge.
I need something that I can believe in,
I need something I can hold on,
'Cause my dreams have been steadily dying,
And my faith needs a place to belong.
Ain't no time to raise that warning,
There'll be nobody leaving this train.
Don't know what I'll be hoping to find
Behind my silhouette.
Only hope I've got nothing to hide
Behind my silhouette.
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4. |
Spin Machine
04:40
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Spin Machine
You might find that I'm inclined to close my eyes all day
Wishing it was only for the moment.
In my mind I wish that I was somewhere far away
The ruins of a castle far from nowhere.
In my dreams I live alone where chaos cannot reign,
A hibernation from these troubled waters.
Living with the multitude, insanity is king
And every day it seems it's getting closer.
People smiling, talk of freedom, living as they've been
Is the program on, it's been on so long.
Question nothing, safe as houses, see what you can see
It's right in front of me,
Behind the Spin Machine.
The coming of the future may not seem so far away,
The constant hum of servitude not certain,
And those of you that see behind the curtain every day
Can thank the stars above that you've awoken.
We are in the open, we are standing in the light,
And yet we're only conscious of the dream,
Information overload, the truth is hard to find,
The truth is everywhere,
Behind the Spin Machine.
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5. |
Mexico
04:13
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Mexico
Time is the keeper, and the water's getting low
I'm running on tequila, from that bottle on the floor,
I'll sit and watch the sunset, there's a long way to go,
All the sorrows of life, I'm gonna drown them tonight.
An 87 Chevy that ain't fit for the road,
The pride of my possessions, that don't lighten my load,
It ain't about the money, there ain't none to behold,
Just the wind and the night and those haunting headlights.
Mexico, it keeps burning inside,
Mexico, it's a fear I can't hide,
Mexico, 'cause I've been living a lie,
All the sorrows of life, I'm gonna drown them tonight.
I get up in the morning, and it's a price I gotta pay,
I'm living on the back roads of a life gone astray,
I thought that I could beat it by just slipping away,
But with the passing of time, there.s still a lot on my mind.
Mexico, it keeps burning inside,
Mexico, it's a fear I can't hide,
Mexico, 'cause I've been living a lie,
All the sorrows of life, I'm gonna drown them tonight.
I try not to think about it, I can't face the fear,
It's been growing inside of me, and those voices I hear,
I just hope for the life of me that somehow I'll forget,
But every time I close my eyes, I see her lying there again.
The restless nights are with me, from dusk till the dawn,
A restless mind keeps talking, so I'll be trusting no one,
A crime has been committed, and I have tried to move on,
I thought that time sets you free, but not this guilt inside of me.
Mexico, it keeps burning inside,
Mexico, it's a fear I can't hide,
Mexico, 'cause I've been living a lie,
All the sorrows of life, I'm gonna drown them tonight.
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6. |
Dance Of The Dead
06:30
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Dance Of The Dead
There's rain on the cobbles of these washed out streets
Where the Whitechapel Ghost is a tale few talk about
The gas lit rooms on the Eastside glows on this moonlit night
There are footsteps echoing
I wake to the ringing of the graveyard bell,
There's a voice in the room, I can hear it beckoning
There's panic on the streets like the hounds of hell
Now the dead have risen and their souls are hovering.
A hundred years, cold and crumbling, you were laid to rest, crows were circling,
The moonlight sheds another silent tear again,
The words on the gravestones, they disappear again,
The hounds of hell are approaching here again, home again.
It's the dance of the dead to save my soul,
The clock strikes one and the ghosts return again.
The dance of the dead, the dance of fear,
The white coloured eyes staring through my window pane.
The dance of the dead to save my soul,
The clock strikes one and the ghosts return again.
The dance of the dead, the dance of fear,
The white coloured eyes staring through my window pane.
This is no ordinary life, you must be careful what you find,
You could be looking at a time of great despair,
This haunting comes from what you sow
You've got no other place to go, you have to face the facts
And keep yourself awake.
It's the dance of the dead to save my soul,
The clock strikes one and the ghosts return again.
The dance of the dead, the dance of fear,
The white coloured eyes staring through my window pane.
Through my window pane,
Through my window pane.
Through my window pane.
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7. |
After Dark
04:34
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After Dark
Monday morning, King's Cross Station,
Heading for the Underground.
Frowning faces take their seat to start the journey
A rainy day in London town.
Dirty shoes and worn out strangers sit in silence for a while
Move in motion with the wheels upon the tracks
In their animated style.
The waking hours await you
The purpose of another day
After dark, headlights on
In the company of strangers,
Everybody's going home.
Lifeless buildings dressed in shadows
They conspire to steal the light.
We are beacons with the batteries on low,
One by one they're running out.
In a world of complex people living ordinary lives
Super systems that will digitize us all
Turn us into satellites.
Look at all those empty faces
Lining up before the show
After dark, headlights on
In the company of strangers,
Everybody's going home.
SOLO
Circus clowns, Rainy day,
No Emotion, Here to stay.
After dark, headlights on
In the company of strangers,
Everybody's going home
After dark.
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8. |
Atlantis
05:10
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Atlantis
A midnight breeze upon your face,
Yesterday's papers blow around,
The empty pool halls on the east side
Host the ghosts of better times.
The cheap hotels that line the streets
Become a harbour of lost souls,
And traffic on the Gateside Bridge
Becomes a distant noise once more.
Silent river, stale and cold - the walls begin to fall, the siren tolls
For Atlantis, for Atlantis.
That summer coat won't keep you dry,
You search for shelter from the rain.
Standing in doorways passing hours
Will not bring a better day.
The sound of footsteps passing by
Become an echo in the night.
Another ship without an anchor
Heading nowhere, killing time.
Crashing waves, troubled waters,
-The rising of the tide, the final call
For Atlantis, for Atlantis.
Another coffee you'll awaken
Been a long night in the making
Sitting in this small cafe 'till sunrise
That little voice inside your head
That stares into the great unknown
The one that holds you back
When you want to test the waters down below.
That all night coffee shop that warms you up
When snow begins to fall
Familiar faces in these places
Bring you comfort from the cold
For Atlantis - -
For Atlantis.
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9. |
Windswept Holiday
04:16
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From the bridge above the fog I watch the passing trains,
Contemplating what you said.
The ticking clock above the station master's lonely cage
Is telling me I must move on.
The wind blown alleyways surround the public square,
The undertaker smiles at me
A sad procession made their way down Lover's Hill
Upon this windswept holiday.
The lines are down, there's something wrong
Communication sounds so far away..........
From you
The Sunday bell is ringing, church looks in decay,
There'll be no service anymore.
And fishing boats lie empty on this windswept day
Like casualties of some lost war.
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10. |
Servants Of A Plan
07:06
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Servants Of A Plan
There's a camera looking down on you watching everything you say and do
Don't despair it has your freedom in it'd sights
Dreamers go against the grain, poets, thinkers all the same
Suppression takes its own form of disguise.
Darkness just beyond the light, a blue print to control your mind
Fear is their ambassador of time.
They teach the children build the box and those within have been well taught
To go against the system that's a crime.
Dance to the tune, pray to the moon We are only servants of a plan
Asleep when awake, don't question what they've said
We are only servants of a plan.
Corporations, politicians, mass deception, bad connection
Conversation, someone's listening, you've been thinking that's anarchism.
Reality is custom made it doesn't know when truth is said
You are just a resource to explore
Television low vibration sending out their information
And all they want from you is to conform
Dance to the tune, pray to the moon We are only servants of a plan
Asleep when awake, don't question what they've said
We are only servants of a plan.
The wars are never ending we live by who's agenda
Who propagates the lies upon you
Who's making the decision to steal away our freedom
They'll tell you that the sky is falling, hear them calling
Dance to the tune, pray to the moon We are only servants of a plan
Asleep when awake, don't question what they've said
We are only servants of a plan.
Carbon Emissions globalization (we are only servants of a plan)
Water restriction industrialization (we are only servants of a plan)
Bankers and prisons are part of the system (we are only servants of a plan)
Laws to restrict you control and convict you (we are only servants of a plan)
Legislation to control your thoughts (we are only servants of a plan)
A new world order for those bleeding hearts (we are only servants of a plan)
Crimes against the system will not stand (we are only servants of a plan)
The greed of corporations never end (we are only servants of a plan)
He who grows the food must be the man (we are only servants of a plan)
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Eddie Carrigan Ailsa Craig, Ontario
Eddie Carrigan is a singer-songwriter, producer, a Scottish Canadian, who has always resisted the temptation to be easily
labeled. Ironically, that point of view in itself, has helped define the type of artist he is today.
The Eddie Carrigan CD saw two songs "Wish It Would End" and "Taxi Cab" receive national radio play across Canada.
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