Test for Echo
Here we go...vertigo Video vertigo Test for echo Here we go...in slo-mo Video vertigo Test for echo Some kind of trouble on the sensory screen Camera curves over caved-in cop cars Bleacher-creatures, would-be desperados Clutch at plausible deniability Don't touch that dial We're in denial Until the showcase trial on TV Here we go...vertigo Video...vertigo Test for echo Some kind of pictures on the sense o'clock news Miles of yellow tape, silhouetted chalklines Tough-talking hood boys in pro-team logo knock-offs Conform to uniforms of some corporate entity Don't change that station It's a Gangsta Nation Now crime's in syndication on TV What a show: vertigo Video vertigo Test for echo Touch and go in slo-mo Video vertigo Test for echo Some kind of drama live on satellite Hidden camera coverage from the crime scene to the courtroom Nail-biting hood boys in borrowed ties and jackets Clutching at the straws of respectability Can't do the time? Don't do the crime And wind up in the perp walk on TV
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
Driven up and down in circles Skidding down a road of black ice Staring in and out storm windows Driven to a fool's paradise It's my turn to drive But it's my turn to drive Driven to the margin of error Driven to the edge of control Driven to the margin of terror Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole Driven day and night in circles Spinning like a whirlwind of leaves Stealing in and out back alleys Driven to another den of thieves But it's my turn to drive But it's my turn to drive Driven in -- Driven to the edge Driven out -- On the thin end of the wedge Driven off -- By things I've never seen Driven on -- By the road to somewhere I've never been But it's my turn to drive But it's my turn to drive The road unwinds towards me What was there is gone The road unwinds before me And I go riding on But it's my turn to drive But it's my turn to drive
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
Half the world hates What half the world does every day Half the world waits While half gets on with it anyway Half the world lives Half the world makes Half the world gives While the other half takes Half the world is Half the world was Half the world thinks While the other half does Half the world talks With half a mind on what they say Half the world walks With half a mind to run away Half the world lies Half the world learns Half the world flies As half the world turns Half the world cries Half the world laughs Half the world tries To be the other half Half of us divided Like a torn-up photograph Half of us are trying To reach the other half Half the world cares While half the world is wasting the day Half the world shares While half the world is stealing away
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
I don't have an explanation For another lonely night I just feel this sense of mission And the sense of what is right Take it easy on me now I'd be there if I could I'm so full of what is right I can't see what is good It's a hopeless situation Lie awake for half the night You're not sure what's going on here But you're sure it isn't right Make it easy on yourself There's nothing more you can do You're so full of what is right You can't see what is true A quality of justice A quantity of light A particle of mercy Makes the color of right Gravity and distance Change the passage of light Gravity and distance Change the color of right
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
Time and motion Wind and sun and rain Days connect like boxcars in a train Fill them up with precious cargo Squeeze in all that you can find Spontaneous elation And the long-enduring kind Time and motion Flesh and blood and fire Lives connect in webs of gold and razor wire Spin a thread of precious contact Squeeze in all that you can find Spontaneous relations And the long-enduring kind The mighty ocean Dances with the moon The silent forest Echoes with the loon Time and motion Live and love and dream Eyes connect like interstellar beams Superman in Supernature Needs all the comfort he can find Spontaneous emotion And the long enduring kind
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
I've got twelve disciples and a Buddha smile Garden of Allah, Viking Valhalla A miracle once in a while I've got a pantheon of animals in a pagan soul Vishnu and Gaia, Aztec and Maya Dance around my totem pole Totem pole... I believe in what I see I believe in what I hear I believe that what I'm feeling Changes how the world appears Angels and demons dancing in my head Lunatics and monsters underneath my bed Media messiahs preying on my fears Pop culture prophets playing in my ears I've got celestial mechanics To synchronize my stars Seasonal migrations, daily variations World of the unlikely and bizarre I've got idols and icons, unspoken holy vows Thoughts to keep well-hidden Sacred and forbidden Free to browse among the holy cows That's why I believe Angels and demons inside of me Saviors and Satans all around me Sweet chariot, swing low, coming for me
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
In a dog's life A year is really more like seven And all too soon a canine Will be chasing cars in doggie heaven It seems to me As we make our own few circles 'round the sun We get it backwards And our seven years go by like one Dog years -- It's the season of the itch Dog years -- With every scratch it reappears In the dog days People look to Sirius Dogs cry for the moon But these connections are mysterious It seems to me While it's true that every dog will have his day When all the bones are buried There is barely time to go outside and play Dog years -- It's the season of the itch Dog years -- With every scratch it reappears Dog years -- For every sad son of a bitch Dog years -- With his tail between his ears I'd rather be a tortoise from Galapagos Or a span of geological time Than be living in these dog years In a dog's brain A constant buzz of low-level static One sniff at the hydrant And the answer is automatic It seems to me As well make our own few circles 'round the block We've lost our senses For the higher-level static of talk
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
Like a shipwrecked mariner adrift on an unknown sea Clinging to the wreckage of the lost ship Fantasy I'm a castaway, stranded in a desolate land I can see the footprints in the virtual sand Net boy, net girl Send your signal 'round the world Let your fingers walk and talk And set you free Net boy, net girl Send your impulse 'round the world Put your message in a modem And throw it in the Cyber Sea Astronauts in the weightlessness of pixellated space Exchange graffiti with a disembodied race I can save the universe in a grain of sand I can hold the future in my virtual hand Let's dance tonight To a virtual song Press this key And you can play along Let's fly tonight On our virtual wings Press this key To see amazing things Like a pair of vagabonds who wave between two passing trains Or the glimpse of a woman's smile through a window in the rain I can smell her perfume, I can taste her lips I can feel the voltage from her fingertips Net boy, net girl Send your heartbeat round the world
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025
I can learn to resist Anything but temptation I can learn to co-exist With anything but pain I can learn to compromise Anything but my desires I can learn to get along With all the things I can't explain I can learn to resist Anything but frustration I can learn to persist With anything but aiming low I can learn to close my eyes To anything but injustice I can learn to get along With all the things I don't know You can surrender Without a prayer But never really pray Pray without surrender You can fight Without ever winning But never ever win Without a fight I can learn to resist Anything but temptation I can learn to co-exist With anything but pain I can learn to compromise Anything but my desires I can learn to get along With all the things I can't explain
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
"Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist? Mmmm, Mash goooood"
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
You can roll that stone To the top of the hill Drag your ball and chain behind you You can carry that weight With an iron will Or let the pain remain behind you Chip away the stone (Sisyphus) Chip away the stone Make the burden lighter If you must roll that rock alone You can drive those wheels To the end of the road You will still find the past right behind you Try to deny The weight of the load Try to put the sins of the past night behind you Carve away the stone (Sisyhpus) Carve away the stone Make a graven image With some features of your own You call roll the stone To the top of the hill You can carry that weight With an iron will You can drive those wheels To the end of the road You can try to deny The weight of the load Roll away the stone (Sisyhpus) Roll away the stone If you could just move yours I could get working on my own