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Blind Faith
I never been nobody I never been in love
And the road on up ahead’s about as clear as mud
I never had the vision I never seen the light
But I know the dream is brighter than the actual prize
My heart she beats but don’t set the world alight
All you got is blind faith and the diamonds in your eyes
I aint got success and I aint getting any younger
don’t look like going nowhere and I’m clean out of thunder
I want destination want what I can’t have
I want fate eating right out of my hand
My heart she beats but don’t set the world alight
All you got is blind faith and the diamonds in your eyes
Many things seem missing, many things seem lost
One chance in 30 million don’t often come to knock
But I don’t see the tinsel I guess I’m kind of blind
Just ask yourself the question: where does your heart lie?
Cos mine she beats but don’t set the world alight
Keep your eyes open and the diamonds in your mind
Copyright Control 2/09
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Hellzapoppin'
03:27
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Hellzapoppin’
When the devil comes to earth
He won’t have horns or a satanic birth
He’s in sharp suits, he created slick
Gave us the language of politics
He’s gonna slash and burn, shock and awe
Show the world what money’s for
Hellzapoppin’ tonight
It’s a grim parade, a slim masquerade
It’s coming your way alright
When Satan goes to town
He won’t be found on the underground
He’s riding pride, parading wealth
The first casualty is everyone else
Brewing bad blood, signing your name
In a limousine called the gravy train
When Lucifer goes to court
You won’t know what side he’s fighting for
War is business, business is war
You operate a little outside the law
He’s cooking witnesses, evidence too
He’ll turn around and point a finger at you
Hellzapoppin’ tonight
It’s a grim parade, a slim masquerade
It’s coming your way alright
He’s coming to you, in all you do
Be sure that you choose right
“When I rule the world
It’ll be through your weasel ego
When you steal the sauce, block the course
You’re handing me control”
Copyright Control 11/10
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Los Diablos Azules
03:28
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Los Diablos Azules
Los diablos azules
No hablan mas
He kissed her and she knew
About the door she was walking through
About the length of that country mile
And the contract in her mind
You’ll go 20 years real soon on your treadmill of doom
The sunlight’s got no room in your festival of gloom
He saw her and understood
All his dreams were just deadwood
All his fear was just a screen
To cast shadows on the brightest scene
You’ll go 20 years real soon on your treadmill of doom
The sunlight’s got no room in your festival of gloom
Life ain’t no cabaret
Its just a place to make mistakes
So feel good without the proof
It’s the proof of feeling good
You’ll go 20 years real soon on your treadmill of doom
The sunlight’s got no room in your festival of gloom
You wont get a clue through your kaleidoscope of doom
Only tears will bloom in this garden of gloom
Los Diablo’s azules
Ni veo mas
Los diablos azules
No hablan mas
Copyright Control 10/08
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Spartacus
03:02
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spartacus
Here we are again at this revolving door
Can you read the signs, can you hear the call
I’ll love you baby till I don’t know more
Its just that jungle rhythm and that ol’ jungle law
I’m a slave to the heart, but I am spartacus
I’ll set the captive free and see them come back to me
Give some room to live now, let the people know
That the tighter the grip, the further they’re gonna go
There’s no need for a stick, this carrot it looks sweet
Always right in view… but out of reach
Reality’s a killer, she don’t care who you are
That cold thing keeps us dreaming and gives god his laughs
I’m a slave to the heart, but I am spartacus
I’ll set the captive free and see them come back to me
Give some room to live now, let the people know
That the tighter the grip, the further they’re gonna go
This aint no movie screenplay and im no movie star
Which way do we go then, with head or with heart
I’m a slave to the heart, but I am spartacus
I’ll set the captive free and see them come back to me
Give some room to live now, let the people know
That the tighter the grip, the further they’re gonna go
Copyright Control 3/08
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Gone
03:40
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Gone
Well we lost hold at the passport control
Not quite expecting this Hollywood ending
A tuna salad, a Cuban ballad
I’m still singing that same old song
You don’t know what you got…until its gone
I’m retracing steps from the last place we met
And painting them tragic with that ol’ black magic
This stone in my chest is beating an arrest cos
I’m still singing that same old song
You don’t know what you got…until its gone
Those who fear change are bound to stay the same
Life is for learning you shine when you’re burning
But this tune in my head is just food for the dead so
I’ve stopped singing that same ol’ song
You know what you’re not…when your alone
Copyright Control 08/08/08
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Hold Fast
03:26
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Hold Fast
I’m slipping into coma I’m going down
Sitting in the queue of the here and now
Spinning through years all idea’s sunk
Just a prisoner of a deep blue funk
It’s cold on the road the north wind’s blowing
And all I know is keep on going
I got nothing to choose between the devil and the moon
I want to wake up tomorrow in another pair of shoes
Lost in space a world away from home
I just ain’t right in my own bones
I’m just trying to climb out of this dead down time
I suffer bouts of nothingness and a fear of heights
At the end of the line you tie up all your hope
The reason for the ride is at the end of the rope
Copyright Control 4/10
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The Book Of Time
03:09
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The Book Of Time
This book calls back from the dawn of time
Old bones selling their dusty lines
Dirt giving birth to the earth’s road signs
Guiding us all on a tour of crime
What do we learn from this human zoo
Greed and ego ain’t nothing new
See we’re not evolving, just revolving
The evidence whispers all around
Renegades teach from underground
Pointed warnings, bloody facts
Of human spirit and inhuman acts
The lessons are clear and on repeat
The poor pay the price of the fat elite
Where money is sown, corruption flowers
Never trust the fool who chases power
Copyright Control 20/10/2010
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Succubus
04:02
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Fishead
Which way ain’t blind, when your spinning in time?
Beware the fishead, hold tight your wishes
The rise of the witless is just turkeys for Christmas
This monkey reign is now unsustainable
These things to resist, seeking what don’t exist:
Losers are schmoozing, zombies consuming
Users abusing, gamblers losing
If you let it fill you, your passion will kill you
A sliding decline, we’re all doing time!
Tomorrow’s a mystery, yesterday’s history
This moment is waiting………and waiting
Your actions will make you, your time will take you
So why not take shape
It ain’t ever too late
Today is potential
It is living essential
Copyright Control 20/10/2010
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Venus
03:00
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Venus
I’m a bouncing ball for you to catch
You’re that junkie itch I’ve got to scratch
I’m the car you’re going to steal and crash
You’re the plan that I’m still fixing to hatch
Too easily we fall for beauty
A shallow vice in a fool’s paradise
You ain’t that much of a talker
You make me feel like a creeping stalker
I’m already three foot shorter
And sinking now underwater
Too easily we fall for beauty
A shallow vice in a fool’s paradise
I was waiting for the “click”
Waiting for the thunderbolt to hit
For the eyes to meet and “snap”
Don’t it happen exactly like that?
Too easily we fall for beauty
But sometimes nice in a fool’s paradise
Copyright Control
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