jueves, 12 de julio de 2012

SYNCHRONICITY 1 Y 2 / THE POLICE / NIVEL 3








Wi
th one breath, with one flow
Y
ou will know
S
ynchronicity

A
sleep trance, a dream dance
A s
hared romance
S
ynchronicity

A co
nnecting principle
Lin
ked to the invisible
Almost imperceptible
Something inexpressible
Science insusceptible
Lo
gic so inflexible
C
ausally connectible
Yet nothing is invincible

If
we share this nightmare
Then we can dream
Spiritus mundi

If y
ou act, as you think
The missing link
S
ynchronicity

A co
nnecting principle
Lin
ked to the invisible
Almost imperceptible
Something inexpressible
Science insusceptible
Lo
gic so inflexible
C
ausally connectible
Yet nothing is invincible

We know you, they know me
E
xtrasensory
S
ynchronicity

A
star fall, a phone call
It j
oins all
S
ynchronicity

A co
nnecting principle
Lin
ked to the invisible
Almost imperceptible
Something inexpressible
Science insusceptible
Lo
gic so inflexible
C
ausally connectible
Yet nothing is invincible

It's so deep, it's so wide
Y
our inside
S
ynchronicity

E
ffect without a cause
S
ub-atomic laws, scientific pause
S
ynchronicity......

(Continue)

SYNCHRONICITY  2


Another suburban family morning
Grandmother screaming at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies
We can't hear anything at all
Mo
ther chants her litany of boredom and frustration
B
ut we know all her suicides are fake
Da
ddy only stares into the distance
There's only so much heartache he can take
Man
y miles away
Something crawls from the slime
At
the bottom of a dark Scottish lake

Ano
ther industrial ugly morning
The factory belches filth into the sky
He wa
lks unhindered through the picket lines today
He does
n't think to wonder why
The secretaries pout and preen like
ch
eap tarts in a red light street
B
ut all he ever thinks to do is watch
And e
very single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a
humiliating kick in the crotch
Many miles aw
ay
Something crawls to the surface
Of a dar
k Scottish loch

Ano
ther working day has ended
Onl
y the rush hour hell to face
Pa
cked like lemmings into shiny metal boxes
Contestants in a
suicidal race
Da
ddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He
knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now looming in his headlights
The p
ain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
Man
y miles away
There's a shadow on the door
Of a co
ttage on the shore
Of a dar
k Scottish lake
Man
y miles away, many miles away

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