Tranquility and Stress
Words by Clay Barton
Waking the radio with noise
Stopping for a minute as we hear another tune
See myself stretching throughout the day
Finding the lies are sometimes written in the truth
And all of them are free
To argue and agree
Request and then decree
And that's a guarantee
It's dangerous to think
All's lost in just a blink
We'll drown it in the drink
Washed down a bathroom sink
An impossible dream
The yelling and the screams
The fall of self esteem
A w**** to the machine
So don't forget my name
Or claim it all for fame
And that it's all in vain
That's never been the game
Whatever the sound magazine says
Makes its way into the wash
Viewpoints folded over and over
When the ghosts of writing are lost
Listening must then become a choice
Reading words that binge and purge will never bring you fame
Put the record on and let it play
Have it run on backwards and you'll understand the same
How do you justify
Admit and then deny
Withhold and now provide
An easier reply
I'm thinking of the way
To hurry and delay
Protect and then betray
Much to your dismay
I've slept away the years
Been taken by the sphere
Had way too many fears
Get lost in all the cheers
Before you make a mess
Of tranquility and stress
Deny and then confess
Confirming your success
Whatever the sound magazine says
Makes its way into the wash
Viewpoints folded over and over
When the ghosts of writing are lost
Sometimes lies are written in...truth
So don't forget my...name
There was so much pain
While nothing gained
What reasons exist
For truth dismissed
Whatever the sound magazine says
Makes its way into the wash
Viewpoints folded over and over
When the ghosts of writing are lost
Words by Clay Barton
Waking the radio with noise
Stopping for a minute as we hear another tune
See myself stretching throughout the day
Finding the lies are sometimes written in the truth
And all of them are free
To argue and agree
Request and then decree
And that's a guarantee
It's dangerous to think
All's lost in just a blink
We'll drown it in the drink
Washed down a bathroom sink
An impossible dream
The yelling and the screams
The fall of self esteem
A w**** to the machine
So don't forget my name
Or claim it all for fame
And that it's all in vain
That's never been the game
Whatever the sound magazine says
Makes its way into the wash
Viewpoints folded over and over
When the ghosts of writing are lost
Listening must then become a choice
Reading words that binge and purge will never bring you fame
Put the record on and let it play
Have it run on backwards and you'll understand the same
How do you justify
Admit and then deny
Withhold and now provide
An easier reply
I'm thinking of the way
To hurry and delay
Protect and then betray
Much to your dismay
I've slept away the years
Been taken by the sphere
Had way too many fears
Get lost in all the cheers
Before you make a mess
Of tranquility and stress
Deny and then confess
Confirming your success
Whatever the sound magazine says
Makes its way into the wash
Viewpoints folded over and over
When the ghosts of writing are lost
Sometimes lies are written in...truth
So don't forget my...name
There was so much pain
While nothing gained
What reasons exist
For truth dismissed
Whatever the sound magazine says
Makes its way into the wash
Viewpoints folded over and over
When the ghosts of writing are lost