Perpetual Motion Machine Lyrics

Bred in the Bone
Didn't you want to place
Didn't you want to show
No you've got a disease
And it's laid you low
(Laid you low)

If you had it in you
What you had before
You could pick yourself up
Up off of the floor
(Laid you low)

What's come over you
What could it be
Does it have a name
An identity
(Laid you low)

Do you need a doctor
The head of surgery
Do you want a dealer
Who'd give you shit for free
(Laid you low)

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What's bred in the bone
Has laid you low
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Saviour
(John Critchley)

You've got two eyes and pocket
Strange eyes of the visionary
No one knows where your name is
You only live in memory

When you walk down the street
They throw rose petals at your feet
I didn't know you were for real
Until I saw you today on TV
Live at 3
On CBC

They said, "The saviour has returned today."

They said that you were from heaven
They said that you rule
Well it must all be true
because you look so cool

They said you returned
To wash away the sins of the world
Well, holy fucking shit
Sweet Jesus, won't you touch me please
Set me free
Save me

The saviour has returned today

They said you were from heaven
They said that you ruled
Well it must be true
'Cause you look so cool
Your eyes are like pools
Come on sweet fool

The saviour has returned today
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More
I can feel something inside
And it wants to get out
Growing every day in a different way
I can't put it in words
It could be now or maybe later
It can read my mind

I've pretended not to notice
What's been happening inside
But as the days go drifting buy
I can deny it no more
Ihear a voice, getting louder
It calls my name
And it wants more

Well, once you've learned, once and for all
This is nothing new
The rest is easy, I'm sure that you'll see
It belongs to you
It may be silent or may be too loud
But it's hear to stay
And it wants more
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Unconscience
(John Critchley)

Sometimes I'm dirty, sometimes I'm clean
Sometime I talk in circles so I don't know what I mean
Although I am uncertain, one thing seems clear
I don't know very much, but I'm still glad to be here

Because I've got a conscience and he's got the same name
When it goes badly he gets the blame
When it goes good I get the acclaim
When I get hit he feels the pain

Weren't you before me or were in the past
You'll have to excuse me, I didn't think that this was going to last
Well, I heard the road that spirals down
Has been paved with the best intentions that can be found

I've got a conscience and he's got a name
When it goes badly he gets the blame
When it goes good I get the acclaim
When I get hit he feels the pain
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The Golden Age
So the Golden Age passed away to silver
But that was long ago
There were swimming holes and the Vaudeville
They gave way to this

Bronze turned itself slowly into iron
And here we are today
If what you say has a grain of truth
The age of rust is soon

Please, it's not a thing just to bring you down
It's just a passing phase
But who'll believe your piano played itself
A long forgotten air

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The Golden Age, it'll never fade away
Today just don't seem the same
The Golden Age, it'll never fade away
If you were there

There will always be someone telling you
That these are wicked times
Rainy days come down just to make you think
Of all the shades of grey
No one knew that you liked to paint
Until they cleaned your room

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Smoke and Ashes
Tick-tock went the watch on your wrist
Telling you softly of the minutes you've missed
Kneeling down with your head in the bowl
Telling yourself, there should never be days like this

Just when you thought that you had it down
You woke up dreaming of cocaine and clowns
Everybody knew that you sang the blues
No one could guess that you would sing them like this

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Smoke and ashes
Smoke and ashes
A comet burns and then it crashes
Smoke and ashes

You spilled the beans on Friday night
Now Monday's here and there's no one in sight
But, hey, that's the price that you've got to pay
For letting yourself get your own way

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What If We Don't Get What We Want
(Jim Hughes)

We were sitting at the head of a car
And her lips were dry and parched
And we turned to each other
We were listening to "Suspicious Minds"

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And we're cracking codes and combinations
And we're thinking
What if we don't get what we want

SWell, you kick away your golden shoes
Counting what you can afford to lose
And I can't treat you casually
We are not fond of misery

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On the frozen lake of memory
You were asking me about my dream
And we're turning to each other
And we are so primitive

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Unbound
Too many cooks tried to fix your dinner
Not enough of this, too much that
So many voices tried to speak as one
Whatcha doing right, whatcha doing wrong

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You took it hard, you shook it down
But maybe this time, like no ther time
You'll be unbound

When your feet of clay finally hit the ground
At the speed of sound, nothing more was heard
In a flash of fire that left behind no smoke
What was once too bright is now as dark as night

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I wish that I could say that I was surprised
When I heard the news tthat you had said goodbye
I hope you're doing well, I hope it's good this time
Somewhere I heard that you were doing fine

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Perpetual Motion Machine
(Jim Hughes)

Perpetual motion machine, it came to me in a dream
Let's catch some air, that's if you dare
I'm only sixteen but you're my queen
It's a bright, bright morning, the road stretches far
The corn on the right, the wheat on the left
There's a hill up ahead, let's catch some air

Perpetual motion machine, I picked up a magazine
Poor aimless, poor aimless, poor aimless me
Aimlessly
Now look at the fireball extinguish the sun
My daddy would perish if only he knew
Hundred and forty, air feeds the fire
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Moment of Clarity
(John Critchley)

I remember, one November we had our picnic
At the graveyard down your street
On the bodies under our feet
And the cold grey ancient autumn ships
Looked down without a frown
It laughed down without a sound

While the sun hit her face in disgrace
She doesn't see the competition from the human race
Competition from the human race

And now you're wondering, where's it going to end
And now you're wondering, could we begin again
While the laser of immortality, it burns through
All our memories, it cuts through what we want to see

As we spin on our axes
A moment of clarity is all that's required of me
And all other places and other times, they're
Waving goodbye, goodbye
So send me your autumn pledge and please me
Till winter time and I'll send you a
Springtime boy
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Dirty Little Rat
(John Critchley)

Dirty little rat, never could get it straight
The man upstairs says he doesn't care
If you live 'til daylight
Dirty little rat
Get your coat, get your hat
We're gonna take a ride tonight

My sweet baby boy, born under circumstance
I'm gonna give you all I got to give you a chance
Sweet baby boy
You're going to understand
Someday you'll be a man

Something inside snapped
I stil ldon't understand
The deal went down, I looked around
I was left holding the bag
Something inside cracked
The deal went down, I looked around
And now here I am
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The Estrangement
(John Critchley)

Time is so hard to find when your occupied
Lost in my own world, I didn't notice what's happening
Last time that I saw you I said things
That I didn't mean and now I wish I could take them back
But that was long ago and now it's today
And it's much too late
Though God knows I would change the past if I could

Weather is changing again, animals are moving in new directions
When you coming home, it's been too long
Don't be such a stranger, I'd love to see you soon
Do you remember me, well I remember you
Won't you come to me

I want to see you so bad
I want to be with you right now
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Going Under
I hear the door slam shut, so I know that you're home
You've been out all night, I've been here alone
And I've been wondering if you're the same person I knew
The bright lights that shine in your eyes, they make me blind

I hear a footstep on the stairs so I know that you're near
You've returned from pursuing your nocturnal career
And I don't ask where you've been, with who, or if they're your friend
'Cause I don't really want to know right now, I don't know when I will again

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Going under, drifting down, going under
And I know you've still got a ways to go down before
We can rise back up into the light
We're going under, drifting down...

I hear you coughing in the hall so I know you're all right
It will be morning soon, through the gloom I see daylight
But in this room right now I am alone, I am unsure
I don't know what you feel anymore and it scares me so

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Lift You Up
(John Critchley)

Your mind is all cluttered now
But you drag yourself along somehow
Through dark dreams of that visit you in the night
Obscure fragments with broad daylight
Watch me now

What did you say about what I've done
What do you want to know, why or how come?
Haven't you learned yet that it never ends
Back and forth and around, here it comes again

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Watch me now
And I'll lift you up if I can
Watch me now

You're eyes are wild and your nerves exposed
But you haven't lost anything, not by a mile, not yet
Can yo uremember the good times
They can be back soon, better than before

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