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On to SOC Vol. 6

GLDN74: Everybody taking' cash for the bung,
Everybody wants to know how I'm hung,
You can read it in the papers,
I've been giving, Sony's taken,
But it won't be the same.

GOVINDA: I want to see behind those glasses that hide your soul,
even more far away than the window of your eyes.
I want to solve that mystery.
But I just don't know how.
You are my star, my methaporphic life,
you are a poem just walking down the street,
between those selfish people, who don't care a shit;
yeah, you are just the poet;
you are literature´s best friend;
you can read between the words
I hide inside my head.

YNYS: stasis:stasis:stasis:stasis:stasis:shutdown

Cal: I'm drunk, and I love you all. xxx...

GLDN74: I can still see through the lies.
I can see through the fake identities.
I can see through what you want me to believe.
I see though you, I-see-through-you.
Did you really think I'd be that naive?
It's not just a game anymore, you upped the ante,
But I'll be dammned if I'm paying to see your hand.

GOVINDA: I'm sinking, sinking, sinking, in the blue blue ocean of my mind.
I'm dying, dying, dying in your bed, in your bed, in your bed
I'm crying, sinking, dying, in my tears,
tears of pain,
but you are
just watching, watching, watching
me asleep.

YNYS: I walk a razor's edge between very special and very normal. Sometimes, I feel like I'm quite important and it's lovely for a while. But most of the time, I just go about life without being noticed, and it's better somehow. Everyone feels like I do. I wish I could pick a side, I think it would be better to just be really normal. I know, everyone feels like this. I just kind of wish we didn't.

GOVINDA: The future can be seen in many different ways.
Today is not a poem;
today maybe is just a dream,
but tomorrow can be ashes,
or even just a kiss;
but I don't picture
myself in any way,
and I may be the fool,
on that hill every day and I may be crazy.
Yeah, I may be weird,
but I still think about life,
as souls living through the years;
and you may love your clothing,
and you may love your face,
but leave me love, the real things,
as love and faith and grace.
Yeah, you think I'm so crazy.
Well, I think you are blind,
but even if you say it,
I'll answer with a smile.
It's not easy to open
the wide eyes that you got.
It's your choice I don't doubt it,
but leave my mind alone. Will you, now?

YNYS: If I wasn't paying attention, it isn't my fault. Jasmines are in bloom everywhere.

GLDN74: *Ding*
13th floor- Lost souls, corporate whores, tortured artists...
Thanks, I'll get off here...
Oh, good morning, Ms. Khahn...going...down...?

I've just listened to Antimaterial again,
and I remembered docklands.
The cold night, the anticipation, and I sat in my hotel room.
The incredible noise.
The elation.
The feeling of freedom.
Laughing at the Robbie fans, they had no idea what was about to hit them.

Then we continued to The Leadmill,
The sleepy Sheffield night,
And the vodka's went down so easy,
I regret not meeting Briony, and I regret not taking a min-disc recorder with me.

Now it all seems so far away, encased in the archives of the Pauly brain, always accessible, but just a little out of reach. And each time I try to remember, the memory fades a little.

So, where do I go from here?
Answer me this...Do I have to spend another summer in the Vectra
Driving to work, with a soundtrack of recycled Kula B-sides???
There's only so many times I can listen to Great Hosannah.
Do I have to put up with the crap that's in the charts?
"Save me, save me from the lies I have in my mind."

I've never wanted any album so bad in my entire life,
I'm being as honest as I can here, so please no-one shoot me down in flames.

LET ME HAVE IT!
In fact, let us all have it.