there are a million of us
unpolitic
the possibilities
it seems obscene
i want you to want me
half a dozen roses
finally happy
we're changing




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*There Are A Million Of Us* (Lord)

We will start again
We began from men
Though our pain is something blessed
There is so much unexpressed
We are there, already broken down

We know the Scar
We’ve seen down that far
We will try what’s still undone
Becoming fathers to our sons
We are a buried thought, alone in what we’ve found
A buried thought, alone in what we’ve found
And we are there, already broken down

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*Unpolitic* (Lord)

It's all so organized
Beneath these secret lives
Was a truth and it's hidden under glass
One person understands
But just beyond our hands
Was a truth and it's hidden under glass
There used to be dreams
That were vivid
More than day was
Oh you could live it
Now the time's gone
To return there
To feel something
That we once bared
To go forwards once again

We saw the thoughts and chased the scents
Defined the words, returned the dents
Pushed it further off and it's hidden under glass
And now it's broken
Now it's broken
We pushed it further off and it's hidden under glass
You used to feel them
When you let them
You didn't drown them
Or forget them
So go out
And loose the binds
Look for beauty
Where it finds
To go forwards once again

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*The Possibilities* (Lord/M. Rogers/DiPaolo)

You saw a photo under water
You watched the image multiply
It pushed upon a transformation
It lit a mirror from the sky

The mirror shines and creates itself

You opened on the folding stairwells
To continue what was handed you
The walking was a conversation
The tunnel was a mirror too

The mirror shines and creates itself

The Mind is now a theater
A lightning of the object
It throws the shadows that it sees
You believe the candles
You believe the colors
You believe the Possibilities

So now the photo pools the water
And now you pour the water out
It started as an invitation
It shows it what it's all about

The water shines and creates itself

Every chance is open
The past is always shifting
Not a constant that you please
You believe the candles
You believe the colors
You believe the Possibilities

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*It Seems Obscene* (Lord)

Verse:
I'm overstretched - though I've just started
And I'm hungover in these thoughts
It's never flown before and it's too late for trying
This was the place that I forgot
I see the others play the same scene over
With words of magnitude they do not mean
I didn't even know to climb those heights
It almost seems obscene, it almost seems obscene.

Verse:
We weren't safe and it's not what was done
No allowance, no error
We could have carried any weight that you wanted
But we shut down and made it fairer
We've moved for years in other directions
And chose to store it into stone
You don't know how much we have hidden away
The strength has turned to bone, the strength has turned to bone.

Chorus:
Don't ask me for these feelings
Don't push where the fence is thin
Are you gonna keep this world from stealing?
Don't push and drive me deeper in
I've seen what real hope has brought and what it's done
And I've seen it crushed in steam
It's not so easy for everyone
It almost seems obscene, it almost seems obscene.

Chorus:
Don't ask me for these feelings
I wouldn't even know what I would see
They may not offer your revealings
Not everyone is free
Are you gonna take care of what you made of me?
Are you gonna keep the messes clean?
Are you gonna fix the disability?
Not everyone is free, not everyone is free.

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*Half A Dozen Roses* (Lord)

I know that what I do is emptyness
I hear the things that people say
I am the driver and the passenger
I see the walls that block our way
And so these patterns start to show their threads
While we fill the vases with a laugh
You thought that nobody was noticing
But your whole life has been a half

Chorus:
Half a dozen roses could never be enough
They're everything here that is wrong.
Even to propose this is just the kind of thing
To show that we'll never belong.

Now twelve or more would seem to be alright
Even one would show some shame
But purgatory lands you in between
And you're wrong and loud about the same
Our middle class is causing all of this
The best and worst of where to start
I'm rich enough to be allowed inside
But I'm poor enough to fall apart

Chorus:
Half a dozen roses could never be enough
They're everything here that is wrong.
Even to propose this is just the kind of thing
To show that we'll never belong.

No, there has never been an empathy
Not in the face of cashing in:
The provincial soon returns again
To come and spoil the things we win
I see my efforts and their consequence
I see them even as they hide
Invisibility trumped ability
I've never failed if I've never tried.

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*Finally Happy (This Side Of Things)* (Lord)

Verse 1:
Standing near a Saturday
Looking for a place we've asked about
That began an altering
Close the floor - a new one opens out

Chorus:
There's a whisper on this side of things:
"It's finally here, it's finally happening."

Verse 2:
From the message comes a messenger
And you trace them from the point where they begin
There's a story in the steps you've made
It's there waiting and it's always been

Chorus:
Close the floor - a new one opens out
It's finally here, it's finally past a doubt
There's a whisper on this side of things:
"It's finally here, it's finally happening."

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*We're Changing* (Lord)

I've been staring at the same screen
And saw the same words in the ones I just read
I pushed the page down to change the channel
And these same ideas were there instead.
There's been nothing out there that's not already in here
I see no contrast in it's variation
The words repeated could show a different meaning
Forgotten sounds could come undone.

Chorus:
So now we feel a narrative
In the language that we tried to live
From a deeper line - a deeper depth
It's moved beyond a laundry list
And we're changing in the path we missed
And we're changing in the thoughts we kept.

And I was staring at the circles
To a border of the frame we've stayed in
You can move them once you see them
They can fade out, they can fade in
So as we pull it through the measures
It moves again and the circles fall between:
The one has one, the two has two, the four has four, the eight has eight
And the three is seventeen.

Chorus:
And now we feel a narrative
In the language that we tried to live
From a deeper line - a deeper depth
It's moved beyond a laundry list
And we're changing in the path we missed
And we're changing in the thoughts we kept.

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