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Lyrics From An Instinct For Detection
transcribed by Nate Wayne
last modified on November 26th, 2002
version 1.0

  1. Morning Will Come When I'm Not Ready
  2. Straight At Yer Head
  3. Peace Repackaged
  4. Death Valley Clapperboard
  5. Fire Up the Shoesaw
  6. Fire Up the Showsaw (Vocal Mix)
  7. Don't Die Foolish
  8. Depth
  9. Snapshot on Pollard Street
  10. The Guide
  11. Number Nine
  12. Bag of Biros
  13. Wilmslow Road
  14. Wet Roads Glisten
  15. Call a Cab

Morning Will Come When I'm Not Ready

	Holmes you're making this up
	no!

	oh god

	that is the truth

	there's something about a string dangling from a stranger's lips that
	avoids friendship

Straight At Yer Head

	I want to taste a new dessert
	To see how other people work
	To see them irrigate the dirt
	With water from a bank

	I took my tape and tape recorder
	And made my way up to the border
	Where I received a legal order
	From a man who drove a tank

	I wanted to see another country
	But the country wouldn't have me
	They said they have a new policy
	To protect their economy

	I said I want to see a city
	They said they couldn't entertain me
	They said they simply had too many
	And If I tried they would detain me

	They said you haven't any place here
	Why you show your face here
	I'll keep you at the base here
	Don't move til you're told

	He returned to the command
	Go back to your land
	The only way to enter is with gold

	What you get is what you see not what they say
	What you get is what you see not what they say
	What you get is what you see not what they say
	What you get is what you see not what they say
	What you get is what you see not what they say
	A promise in a second
	The truth will take a day

	To see the truth in every step along the way
	Is like a child that learns to judge within his play

	I want to turn my water to wine
	But I'm not divine
	So I must feel to do

	I want to turn their sorrow to salt
	The weak to the strong
	So we've got to think our way through it

	Closing in from all quarters
	Pressure to achieve is like I'm forced to grow
	All your sons and your daughters
	They have to fight to keep the little that they know

	I never wanted to be free
	Until I knew I was in prison
	I didn't know I was a key
	Until I unlocked the pain I'm livin'

	I want to see the vegetation
	To inspire my vocation
	To see the plans of every nation
	Hear the words from their hearts

	Won't rest 'til the folks sing tunes from the heart string sounds
	from the true springs of our histories
	Confesed like we come through lives that evade you
	born to renew and explain our mysteries

	Your eyes won't lie when they're allowed to see
	Your sun, your skies see you're allowed to be
	Your reason why so we're wise to take heed
	Your time your earth so plant your seeds
	Your time your earth so plant your seeds
	Your time your earth so plant your seeds

	Plant your seeds
	[Repeat]

Peace Repackaged

The bottles are all empty
The potions gone
Powers promised like the dawn
It just won't carry on

I leave the empties on the doorstep
To be filled by time
Is he a wizard or a teacher
Is she a friend of mine

I left a note unsigned with haste
Give me a packet of peace to taste
And if you're willing an extra crate
Of any power to combat hate

Cause though I heard that hate brings pain
And I need love to take the strain
a parcel of extra blessing
To keep my days from guessing

Oh teach me, the words won't turn the way I ask them
Oh reach me, show faces true before I pass them

And all the world is out of key
And it shrinks inside me

So many faces to be friends
When all the madness ends

I'll leave my mind beneath the mat
So you can let yourself in

If you can stand the mess then stay
But I'm not entertaining

I feel the riches of our days
Are like smoke to hold

I'd make a paper heart to love you
If I knew where to fold

But I must sit and just keep trying
Until I see the shape I seek

Because I must learn to sculpt the strength
For everyday that I'm weak

Oh teach me, the storms won't turn the way we aim them
Oh reach me, the dreams grow wild before we tame them

Death Valley Clapperboard

	[Laughs]
	I'm afraid your jubilations are a little premature
	[eah]
	You
	[ugk]

Fire Up The shoesaw

	Ok while the cheering is dying down now
	And I think we have a new candidate
	And we have a new favorite vegetable which is asparagus
	Lets go back to the station

	What is rock 'n' roll?
	(Background: Don't be crazy, tell him!)

	Where'd you learn how to shake that booty?

	One of America's greatest pranksters

	What are you doing here!?

	|What are you doing here!?

	|(in the background: I hear the music, see your booty, start shaking your booty)

	|What is rock 'n' roll?
	|(Background: Don't be crazy, tell him!)
	\/
	[Repeat 5 times]

	What is rock 'n' roll?
	Don't be crazy, tell him!

Fire Up The shoesaw (Vocal Mix)

	What is rock 'n' roll?
	(Background: Don't be crazy, tell him!)

	Where'd you learn how to shake that booty?

	There's a hunter
	On a trail
	Got a track to follow

	There's a dust cloud
	There's a tail
	Fill a sack with sorrow

	In a second
	Still to panic
	Blood turns to nitroglycerin

	Gone scurryin'
	It's a black

	Back of his mind
	Nowhere to find

	Place to hide
	Or to rest

	Collapse to the beat of the world in his chest

	Can he find it
	Can he find it
	Can he find it
	Can he find it
	Can he find it

	There are secrets in the hills
	With the furrows, brows of the motherland

	Omni chambers
	Lots and ills

	From a time when they spoke of another kind of living

	The power to be one with the creatrix
	A trinity of power like a matrix

	In synch, this link to the source
	A river and its course

	What is Rock 'n' Roll?

	Living water
	Where money flows

	Molds the landscape
	To what it know

	Stranger running
	Running from fear

	Danger size never looked so clear

	And it's faces
	Claims to be places pure

	But how can a love be achieved by a warlike state
	When it's already in your power to be great

	But have to steal or appear to effect

	Your every act is live and direct
	Your every act is live and direct
	Your every act is live and direct
	Your every act is live and direct

Don't Die Foolish

	Don't cause chaos
	Don't cause chaos
	Don't cause chaos
	Don't cause chaos

	By the feel of the stars of elite

	Sign called biatch
	Sign called biatch
	Sign called biatch
	Sign called biatch

	The result of the lines in this way

	Don't cause chaos
	Don't cause chaos
	Don't cause chaos
	Don't cause chaos

	By the feel of the stars of elite

	Sign called biatch
	Sign called biatch
	Sign called biatch
	Sign called biatch

	The result of the lines in this way

	Don't cause chaos
	Don't cause chaos
	Don't cause chaos
	Don't cause chaos

	By the feel of the stars of elite

	Sign called biatch
	Sign called biatch
	Sign called biatch
	Sign called biatch

	The result of the lines in this way

Depth

	I often sit
	I often sit
	I often sit and stare at the sea
	Stare at the sea
	Stare at the sea
	I dream
	I dream
	And hope
	And wish

	Some things are best expressed by nature
	Like the song of a sun
	We split our roads in a race to power
	Like we split the atom

	Is it only love that you favor
	Truth is the flavor
	Fear is the flip side

	No faith in the warm skin
	(Something) shows when the surface breaks from the outside
	So you encounter yourself
	While watching you body cry

	When the all the faults don't seem like the tools you used to create your life

	Thoughs fermenting
	I am repenting
	For the trouble I caused

	My peace
	My wars

	Man on the shore watching a stream
	Looks through the ripples to rocks in the bed
	Plants broke the surface seeds in the soft sands
	Roots hold to rocks as the currents fled

	Plants broke the surface the seeds in the dragon fly
	Seeds now the stem now the seeds of a plant

	Life to expression sounds like a blood flow
	Ear to the skin heartbeat of a man

	Man on a hill watching the city
	He looks through the clouds the clocks in the tower
	Well life brought the surface, protect what's within
	Same from the winds and the foreign power

	Man broke the surface the woman and the child
	Dream now the columns of black smoke
	Life to corruption the fear of the true flow
	Ear to the earth heartbeat of a whole

	Some things are best expressed
	Some things are best expressed
	Some things are best expressed by nature

	Like the song of the sun
	Song of the sun
	The song of the sun
	Song of the sun
	The song of the sun

Snapshot On Pollard Street

	No Lyrics

The Guide

	Seeds of the wind don't
	Fight for the slipstream

	Child of the love torn
	Fighter of the love dream

	Seeds that are wind born
	Return to the heartland

	Minds that are hate worn
	Must return to its inner hand

	Tears of the lonely
	Should be flown like a stream

	Love man and lovers only
	Feel the power of a dream

	The taking makes you weary
	It robs you of your patience

	It kills your very contact
	With the journies of the ancients

	Whatever you strive to believe in
	Don't make a man a victim

	The knowledge of our slumber
	Is keeping people under

	Awake and decypher
	The dreams and the music

	A gift from the wiser
	But the fool wouldn't use it

	There is a way I found
	Hiding in the depths of my vision

	Thoughts never lie
	But my voice is the cloud

	Only courage intervenes in my decisions

	So today I will cling to a friend
	Telling her to meet within her mind and not a passion

	Let us understands our movements
	I'm making some improvements in the way I play my fashion

	Away with the bonds of shame
	Light liberates dark, the night bring mayhem

	Away with psychological games
	Our petters see the warnings
	A dawn will repave them

	I dispense with a sense that craves
	Our knowledge to be slaves
	The ignorance is linked

	The tremors of time are like waves
	And move the way that we think

	Let nature take the controls
	And do the things that she said

	Let love determine your goals
	Provide your daily bread

	The wisdom will find you each day
	It asks for you to try

	The food will turn you away
	The wise invents the cry

Number Nine

	Before the night is out
	I shall have been officially assisinated
	By a single shot from the street
	I'm rather looking forward to it

	Number Nine

Bag of Biros

	No Lyrics

Wilmslow Road

	I suppose it would be futile to try to presuade you to join me
	You suppose correctly
	Ah, pity
	Together what triumphs we might have acheived
	And I do so deplore the waste
	So illogical
	Goodbye Mister Sherlock Holmes
	[ARG!]

Wet Roads Glisten

	listen ends again into the desert street, a strange kind of violence
	and like a legend creeping down the alley ways he waves a hand to silence
	and though we're not aware, there is a presence there until we hear them
	teasing
	spitting curses, verses from the sacred books of long forgotten reason
	silken suits, the clicks of heels, the midnight hour long decayed
	the spirit moves ____ till he wishes he could never play

	but the street wise listen
	while the wet roads glisten
	don't know what you're missing

	i wouldn't carry you through this tonight but the melodie's here and the
	beats are all right
	and though there's a risk from the street hood, in the mist of the rain you
	can feel good
	and though we're not aware, there is a presence there until we see teasing
	stealing time in motor grime working like a lamp through the vampire season

	heaven, soothe, power versus (dancers?) in to a groove
	moves through the inner sun with shinning proof
	you've carried all the blessing you can see that you were getting what you
	fear
	love lies close to all the hate you could've reared
	blue skies always under cloud that disappears
	you've died too but wrong thing hear the song bring proof
	under life's wing many cycling truth

	a lover's fight, the blues patrol, she tries to keep the catchy name
	out on the streets since twilight, now she's wishing that she never stayed

	but the street wise listen
	while the wet roads glisten
	don't know what you're missing

	boys from the bus from the bus spilling out
	climbs into the car without a shadow of a doubt
	boys hit a drunk on the street, passenger screams as he flies from the seat
	lies in a tangle or worse, left from the pipe of the night in a herse
	lies in a gamble or more from the plain day
	un left from the plain day

	and the truth will set you free
	from the broken lamp lying at the corner of a memory

	treasures to be found

	yes this is your town
	yes this is your town
	i guess this is your town
	yes this is your town

Call a Cab

I wonít say any words to you
All my thoughts are in front of you
See the body turn
Melt, like the candle burns

All the shadows dance in time to this
Every pain will find a seat in bliss
So what need for more
When the heart is sure?

Cling to vision
Now clear the conscious
Do your duties
Providing food for your families
Food for the body, food for the soul
Donít let depression come and take control
Energies project, let them protect you
Sound you perfect will not neglect you
Just sing out!