Hero
Two Column
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Yes, we know. It's nothing new. It's just a waste of time. Run like the wind as excitement shivers up and down my spine. Living on a lighted stage approaches the unreal for those who think and feel in touch with some reality beyond the gilded cage. The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the Heart of every Federation city. I was overwhelmed by both wonder and understanding as I saw a completely different way to life, a way that had been crushed by the Federation long ago. Any escape might help to smooth the unattractive truth, but the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth. Decreed by Kubla Khan to taste anew the fruits of life. Today's Tom Sawyer, he gets high on you, and the space he invades he gets by on you.
I know it's most unusual to come before you so, but I've found an ancient miracle. I thought that you should know. Exit the warrior, today's Tom Sawyer, he gets high on you and the energy you trade. Companion, unobtrusive, plays the song that's so elusive, and the magic music makes your morning mood. I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn the keys to make them sound differently. It's really just a question of your honesty. So the Maples formed a Union and demanded equal rights, 'The Oaks are just too greedy. We will make them give us light.' One likes to believe in the freedom of music, but glittering prizes and endless compromises shatter the illusion of integrity. Wind in my hair - shifting and drifting - mechanical music - adrenalin surge.
These things just can't be true. Just think what we might do. Weary of the night, praying for the light, prison of the lost - Xanadu Sprawling on the fringes of the city in geometric order. Invisible airwaves crackle with life. A thousand years have come and gone but time has passed me by. I watched in shock and horror as Father Brown ground my precious instrument to splinters beneath his feet... Our world is doing fine.
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My spirits are low. In the depths of despair, my lifeblood spills over... Run like the wind as excitement shivers up and down my spine. Look around this world we made, equality, our stock in trade. I had heard the whispered tales of immortality, the deepest mystery from an ancient book. Living in the Limelight the universal dream for those who wish to seem. Though his mind is not for rent, don't put him down as arrogant. Catch the witness - Catch the wit - Catch the spirit - Catch the spit. He gets right on to the friction of the day.
Listen to my music and hear what it can do. It has become my last refuge in my total despair. I have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated and directed from within! One for all and all for one. Work together common sons. Oh, I will dine on honey dew and drink the milk of Paradise. I spin around with shrieking tires, to run the deadly race. Our books, our music, our work and play are all looked after by the benevolent wisdom of the priests... I was overwhelmed by both wonder and understanding as I saw a completely different way to life, a way that had been crushed by the Federation long ago.
Sunlight on chrome, the blur of the landscape, every nerve aware. We've taken care of everything, the words you read, the songs you sing, the pictures that give pleasure to your eye. Off on your way, hit the open road. Any escape might help to smooth the unattractive truth, but the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth. Today's Tom Sawyer, he gets high on you, and the space he invades he gets by on you. I can't believe you're saying. Companion, unobtrusive, plays the song that's so elusive, and the magic music makes your morning mood. Suddenly ahead of me, across the mountainside, a gleaming alloy air-car shoots towards me, two lanes wide.
Three Column
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Subdivisions - in the basement bars, in the backs of cars, be cool or be cast out. Living in the Limelight the universal dream for those who wish to seem. I have not left this cave for days now. My last hope is that with my death I may pass into the world of my dream, and know peace at last. Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength, bearing a gift beyond price. The people will all see its light. How different it could be from the music of the Temples! I can't wait to tell the priests about it! ... Those who wish to be must put aside the alienation get on with the fascination, the real relation, the underlying theme.
Title 2
I scaled the frozen mountain tops of eastern lands unknown. Bright antennae bristle with the energy. I don't think I can carry on this cold and empty life. How different it could be from the music of the Temples!
Title 3
I see the works of gifted hands grace this strange and wondrous land. Catch the witness - Catch the wit - Catch the spirit - Catch the spit. Stars stopped in the sky, frozen in an everlasting view, waiting for the world to end. I see the hand of man arise with hungry mind and open eyes. Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx. Suddenly ahead of me, across the mountainside, a gleaming alloy air-car shoots towards me, two lanes wide. I watched in shock and horror as Father Brown ground my precious instrument to splinters beneath his feet...