Lyrics from Believing Is Seeing
Believing Is Seeing
Music & Lyrics: Sheer
Looking for something new to say
Some way to see this some other way
A chance to dream, a chance to be free
Trading some of you for some of me
(chorus)
Did you think you knew the answer?
Did you want to try again?
Did you think it could be better?
Believing is seeing, my freind
We build our walls brick by brick
We build them tall and we build them thick
We take chances when the stars align
And otherwise we just tell ourselves we’re fine
We pick each trick, we stack the deck
What it is we deserve and what we expect
We burn our bridges, we count the cost
We always remember what we have lost
In our sorrows we’ve run away
From the children of yesterday
We have tomorrow to learn their shame
Another game
So remember for each debt you pay
There was another path, another way
And remember for the dues you collect
There’s a danger in knowing what to expect
Any Better
Music & Lyrics: Sheer
I can't change the time or the place
I can't undo
I can't erase
I fell in love again and again
I feel it now
Like I felt it then
Over and over
We say goodbye
So much burned away
Too numb to cry
Will this ever get any better
Will it ever hurt any less
With memories haunting ever
Fight the urge to regret and regress
I have seen many moments
The golden time, the way we live
And I am here with my memories
The things we get, the things we give
Will this ever get any better
Will it ever hurt any less
With memories haunting ever
Fight the urge to regret and regress
I keep looking for the summer
The door into springtime, the hope made plain
But I fear any choice could bring the winter
More goodbyes and endless rain
Holes
Music & Lyrics: Sheer
Day after day
Things fade away
How am I supposed to be okay
With the things you say?
And night after night
Things aren’t quite right
The fading of the light
Dark is bright
So many holes
Will we ever be made whole
Over and over we’re forced to let go
Of the things we love and know
The Other Side Of Me
Music & Lyrics: Sheer
Don’t ask me who I am
Cabochons and cruets, Strawberry Jam
Don’t ask me
To make sense of it all
Glass and mirrors
And other things that fall
I sometimes see
The other side of me
After all
Don’t assume
Anyone hung the moon
These words mean nothing at all
I’m not prepare for your fall
Don’t assume
There’s hate in the room
The devil ever won
That there’s room for another sun
Random thoughts and energy
How these thoughts so quickly flee
The other side of me
And yet
These worlds so seldom find
Did we lose something left behind
Will the tape unwind
House Of The Rising Sun
Music & lyrics: Traditional
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all drunk
Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one
High Grade Ore
Music: Sheer Lyrics: Lee Hart
Now Murphy was a working man ; a miner, nothing more.
A bit of human jetsam lost in night's Plutonian shore.
Until he found that asteroid, and entered into lore;
Him and 40 kilotons of high grade ore.
He'd manned his tiny ship alone, a year or maybe more.
A flea among the asteroids; homeless, starving, poor.
Each rock had only traces of what he searched 'em for.
Hunting for his holy grail of high grade ore.
The radar caught his vector, heading for L4. ←- C
With delta-V a little high, but fusion drive full bore.
"Cap'n Murphy callin' in this day of August 4.
'A claimin' 40 kilotons of high grade ore."
The base assayer radioed, "You've heard the rules before.
Your claim's no good until you land that worthless hunk of ore.
And then I'll have to analyze its purity before
You own that 40 kilotons of high grade ore."
"Jesus, what you burning there?", the port controller swore.
"There's colors there in your exhaust I've never seen before".
"Just gum'ment forms", said Murphy, "and rulebooks by the score".
"To help me trim this delta-V, that's all I kept 'em for".
"Murphy, there's a lawyer here, from Cheatham, Ripp, and Gore.
He says your bills are way behind, a year or maybe more."
"Jes' stand him on me landin' pad, I'll pay him off for sure.
And drop him 40 kilotons of high grade ore."
The radar station checked the course, then checked it even more.
It seemed that Murphy'd land a thousand yards below the floor.
The operator called it in, then headed out the door.
"I'll take my last vacation day, that's what I saved it for!".
"Veer off, ya goddam lunatic!", the base commander swore.
"That rock'll smash a hole in us a mile wide or more!"
"Now don't you worry", Murphy said, "I've done this thing before.
It's only 40 kilotons of high grade ore."
And then the fusion drive waxed bright, full thrust or maybe more.
The tiny ship, it floated down; the rock, it towered o'er
Straining every rivet with a load like Atlas bore.
To stop that 40 kilotons of high grade ore.
The falling mountain slowed, then crawled, then gently kissed the floor.
The fusion drive ran out of fuel in just a second more.
And as the engines died away, the scale of Smelter 4
Was reading 40 kilotons of high grade ore.
A mob raced to the landing pit, there must have been a score
To cheer the god, or curse the fool who'd shown them all death's door.
They found no man, they found no ship; an engine, little more
Beneath that 40 kilotons of high grade ore.
The cold equations do not lie, nor cheat like some old whore.
He knew them better than his wife (who'd left the year before).
Murphy didn't have the fuel to make the dock secure
While pushing 40 kilotons of high grade ore.
A fusion drive burns anything; that's what they use 'em for.
So piece by piece, his ship he fed the grim reactor core.
And when it all was not enough, he entered through that door
To stop his 40 kilotons of high grade ore.
The assay team reported something odd about this ore.
They saw where Murphy'd tried to cut; that hadn't worked for sure.
They tried to chisel, burn, and blast, and finally they tore
A bit off 40 kilotons of high grade ore.
The chief assayer checked it out, and tallied up the score.
The density was very high; few elements are more.
Its hue, its malleability; its carats -- 24!
My God, it's 40 kilotons of pure gold ore!
No one has yet discovered just where he found that ore.
But Murphy's gold put us in space; a million men and more.
The future destiny of man, now it is secure.
Thanks to a lonely miner and his load of high grade ore.
This Too Shall Pass
Music & Lyrics: Sheer
Do you ever feel trapped in space
Like you’re in the wrong time or maybe the wrong place
Do you ever feel a lifetime ago
Everything moving so fast
Everything going so slow
Well I need you now
And you’re nowhere around
Well I want you now
Nothing but the cold ground
Do you ever feel like tomorrow will never come
Like time is frozen, like someone stopped the sun
Do you ever feel like memories won’t fade
Trapped in the past, with death’s blade
This too shall pass
Times ticks on forever moving future into past
Sometimes we wish things could have stayed
Altogether unafraid
This too shall pass
Time ticks on forever moving future into past
Sometimes we wish things would have stayed
Forever young and unafraid
Pride & Conviction
Music & Lyrics: Sheer
You stand here before me
Saying “Truth Is Absolute”, and yours is the one that’s true
I tell you that this can’t be
Because I don’t see things the way you do
Chorus
You may think, my brother
That you’re the good side and they’re the evil ones
While your opposite number
Stands with pride and conviction in all that they’ve done
Any attempt to sway you
Will meet with nothing but a brick wall
Change is no longer an option
You will hold this belief, stand or fall
*chorus*
You may think, my brother
That you’re the good side and they’re the evil ones
While your opposite number
Stands with pride and conviction in all that they’ve done
So what is about some knowledge
That makes us think it’s irreproachable, beyond disproof
What is it about our memories
That makes us think that we remember absolute truth
History Of Modern
Music & Lyrics: Orchestral Maneuvers In The Dark
Everything you say, everything you do
All the things you own, all the things you knew
Everyone you love, everyone you hate
All will be erased and replaced
Everything you take, everything you gave
All the things you found
All the things you made
Everyone you lost and saved
Nothing will remain
Cradle or a grave
Every precious child
Every mother’s kiss
All that went before and all that follows this
Every moment shared, hour of the day
No record will remain, all will fade away
Every dream you had
Every battle won
All the hopes and fears
Bombs and guns
Fear is the last planet and sun
All is erased, another is begun
There will be no song when the final voice is gone (x3)
Everything you say, everything you do
All the things you own, all the things you knew
Everyone you love, everyone you hate
All will be erased and replaced
Everything you take, everything you gave
All the things you found, all the things you made
Everyone you lost, and saved
Nothing will remain, cradle or a grave
There will be no song when the final voice is gone (x3)