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SOUL SOUND DAY LYRICS
"Tomorrow the World" (2006 EP)
1. Everything Else Is Sold
2. New Waves of Old
3. Amputator
1. Everything Else Is Sold
You call it realism, you say you know
A choice you offer to feel all the same
But I know there's something bullets can't kill
Ideals live beyond us
So c'mon baby - take me away
Take me in you arms - in your arms and say:
CHORUS:
I will not be productive
I will not give up my dreams
I don't need to be effective
So don't market me that what you call bliss
Wasn't it you who sold your soul?
Sometimes I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders
I build a wall around myself
To block the shit out but if block you too
Please remind me of what bullets can't kill
So c'mon baby - take me away
Take me in you arms - in your arms and say:
CHORUS#2:
I will not be productive
I will not give up my dreams
I don't need to be effective
So don't market me that what you call bliss
When everything else is sold
Somewhere in my soul
There's always rock n' roll!
I will not be productive
I will not give up my dreams
Don't need to be effective
CHORUS
2. New Waves of Old
With the right kind of eyes
You can see the high-water mark
The place where the wave broke last time
And rolled back
The waves come only as far
As the momentum lasts
A stronger sea behind
Will send them further
CHORUS:
March with the fools and you shall fall
Break to the walls of the new born wave
Rising power will overcome
Go, find your truth and denial
And the horizon darkens
Calm and silent
Change will come again
With an ever-growing need to see it through
Before the storm
The sky is clear
And they all sleep
Like good cattle and sheep
CHORUS (x2)
Live through new
Die through old
The new waves of old
3. Amputator
Power-tripping - you tripped on power
Falter and fall down
A pen could give you all you desire
Still you opted for the sword
To show everyone what a big boy you are
What a big boy you are (!)
CHORUS:
Don't stand in line - you'll never get anywhere
And with your "big fucking guns" and your
"giant fucking bullets"
How can you tell me that everything's alright?
Where do we go from here?
This is the sound of injustice
In your eyes in their eyes you've done right
Illiterate and blind
This is the sound of silence
When moral gives in
The amorals will destroy our lives
CHORUS
The damage you've done remains
Even when we finally got rid of you
Did you ask for God's blessing?
Or to actually be God yourself?
Amputator!
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