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Myopedomania: Blind Children Gone Mad

by Rohlfie

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1.
New Direction 03:15
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I used to dwell on all the complications... But now they just don't stop me any more... Wastin' my time with a noodle for a spine... And i just couldn't take it any more. So i went to think about a new direction... And in the course of my searching i did find... That the writing on the wall was a mess of a scrawl... And i just couldn't stand it any more. Lord it's true... i'll have to claw my way out! Well i made it... i found my new direction... Feelin' better... much better every day... Not afraid to take a stand... I ain't worried about no plans cos... The end will reconcile itself... Oh yea...! When i close my eyes i see a better world... And it don't seem too far to reach... NO! From the bottom of the pit it's a long way to climb... And the key to the top is in my hands... it's in my hands... It's in my own bloody hands...!
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The Trouble With Flyin' 03:41
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Rita’s got a interesting problem... She don’t have time for no dates... Looks like she made it... international fame... And all the trimmings on her plate... Strap in babe... a wild wild ride... You’ll make a pile while you can... Ya can’t remember faces... lovers or friends.... But you'll dig it while you still have fans. The trouble with flying... You never know how high you get until the fall... The trouble with leaving the ground... You never feel safe till your feet touch down... Stop a while and think it over... Shiny things always come with a price... Put yourself back together... It’s all part of normal life. A broken man hungry for a second chance... She swept him off of his feet... Took him for a ride and treated him fine... And gave him all the boy could need... Time went by... she fell in love... He talked her into seeing the judge... Never been so high as that day in the sun... Now he’s Ex#1. The trouble with flying... You never know how high you get until the fall... The trouble with leaving the ground... You never feel safe till your feet touch down... Stop a while and think it over... Shiny things always come with a price... Put yourself back together... It’s all part of normal life. All of this running and reaching and clawing... All of this blood, sweat and tears... Seems so important... in the here and now... It won't matter in a hundred years. Rita lost her beautiful mansion in May... Everything’s up in flames... Seems there’d been some trouble cover’n the bills... It might have been the only way... Jump the door and pull the chord... Pop yourself a golden chute... Ya don’t remember asking to be born... There’s nothing left for you to prove. The trouble with flying... You never know how high you get until the fall... The trouble with leaving the ground... You never feel safe till your feet touch down... Stop a while and think it over... Shiny things always come with a price... Put yourself back together... It’s all part of normal life.
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Behind Your Eyes 04:04
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I... know... someone’s gotta go... There’s a glue... on my shoes... One foot out the door... one bag on the floor... One thing left to do and nothing more. Well... someone behind your eyes... Lead me to this end... But everything seemed to work so well... I’d probably fall again... Oh... no... please don’t you go... Until i find out who it is. When i wake up in the morning light... I can smell the scent of wreckage just ahead... And ain’t it just like a straight-up chump to believe... All the crap that someone said... And those tears in your eyes... Are about to make me die... As you glance at me watching you... Walk on out the door. Someone behind your eyes... Lead me to this end... But everything seemed to work so well... I’d probably fall again... Oh... no... please don’t you go... Until i find out who it is. Just the other day i thought i saw you in the crowd... And clarity ripped off your disguise... And blew away the fog... revealed the only naked truth... It’s me... lying to myself. I... know... someone's got to go... There’s a lump... in my throat... But just before you go... it might help you to know... I’m gonna be just fine... cos i’m not alone. And someone behind your eyes... Lead me to this end... But everything seemed to fit so well... I’d probably fall again... Oh... no... go ahead and go... Go ahead… there’s the door... Go ahead… i’m not alone. I’ll be fine... hey b-babe 'cos i’m not alone.
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Wait By The Phone 01:57
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Sometimes i feel like a bum... At a station where the train never rolls... Hoo hoo... hoo... When the signs are not so clear but the wheels keep on turning... remember what it takes... to keep the engine hot. Just like a Nobel winning story... never told... Hoo hoo... hoo... A crossbuck ahead... a treetop gently sways just keep stoking the fire... gotta keep the engine hot. Sometimes i feel like a bum... But i ain’t gonna wait by the phone... Hoo hoo... hoo... Sometimes i feel like a bum... At a station where the train never rolls... Hoo hoo... hoo... If the warranty were void... would you wanna trade? Would the fire you built consume you... or would you even be? Just like Oscar winning movie never shown... Hoo hoo... hoo... There are no martyrs on this right of way... only bums at the station waiting on a train. Sometimes i feel like a bum... At a station where the train never rolls... Hoo hoo... hoo... But when the signs are not so clear and the wheels keep on turning... remember that we all do time... waiting on the train. Sometimes i feel like a bum... But i ain’t gonna wait by the phone... Hoo hoo... hoo
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Maybe 04:21
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Here in little town station... waiting for a train... With all these people rushing 'round... Starting out their day... goin’ lots of places... Desperate to win... caught inside a maze... Searching for the door... They can never shed their skin... Everywhere they go... that’s the world they in. Maybe... you just open your eyes... You could see it... growing stronger... Maybe you just turn off the TV... you could hear it... The rolling thunder... Baby listen to the faint sound on the wind. I see it in your eyes... there... your innocent smile... You don’t mind another go... just don’t cramp your style... The days and nights can wear on you... time can be unkind... But all the while a question rings... burning in your mind... What’s it gonna take to for you to find... true happiness... Not the desperate kind? Maybe... you just open your eyes... You could see it... growing stronger... Maybe you just turn off the TV... you could hear it... The rolling thunder... Baby listen to the faint sound on the wind. But all these crazy dreams... Haunt you... haunt you... yea... Falling… free falling... Haunt you... haunt you... yea... Blind surrender... haunt you... yea... Lose control... cross the coals... then morning. Here in Littleton station... a big town ticket... please... Sunset's casting colors... brilliant through the peaks... Just like the days... life comes and goes... So... why not take a hard look… at forces that control... Why not learn to let them fade and go? Another day goes by... that’s the world we know. Maybe... you just open your eyes... You could see it... growing stronger... Maybe you just turn off the TV... you could hear it... The rolling thunder... Baby listen to the faint sound on the wind.
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Goodbye Stony Creek 04:51
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Sun comes up... another a new day... For the neighbors of Columbine... From Waterton Canyon to Chatfield’s dam... Balloons are pepperin’ the sky... And Jim makes off in his khakis and lunch bag... Off to his daily tech war... And Bill and Gene are working for Jesus... In the streets of Ward 24. Goodbye Stony Creek... I'm finally escaping your sorrow... Fare thee well till we meet again... Don’t you cry... i’ll be fine. Alec is sick... gonna stay home from school... His mamma says she don’t mind... She got three interviews and a schedule to keep... Alec will manage just fine... And Debbie says there’s too much noise... She can’t get no relief... Lay your pretty head down on the pillow dear... Maybe you’ll finally sleep. Goodbye Stony Creek... I'm finally escaping your sorrow... Fare thee well till we meet again... Don’t you cry... i’ll be fine Some of us deal trump to our demons... Others are wishin’ they could... And some of us are finding our own way... To carry on like legends would... And none of them asked to be here... Many would gladly trade places... To the rock of Coal Mine Avenue... Home sweet Stony Creek. Sun comes up... another a new day... The best of the summer so far... And Carrie’s found some peace on her own... On the hilltops of Clement Park... And as for me... i’m hitting the road... Hauling everything to Baltimore... And Bill and Gene’ve been replaced by some sisters... On the streets of Ward 24. Goodbye Stony Creek... I'm finally escaping your sorrow... Fare thee well till we meet again... Don’t you cry... i’ll be fine. Somewhere... Over the rainbow... Way up... high... Birds fly... over the rainbow... Why... oh why... can't i?
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Ashes in the Dirt 03:10
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I’m a runaway... a runaway fool... I’m a dreamer... a dreamer too... Ain’t got the answers... i think i’m running outta time... I’ve got a question... ringing in my ear... but now it isn’t... It ain’t too clear... ain’t got the answers... I think i’m running outta time. Dust on the path coat my boots... Smoke in the air sting my eyes... Dry bones in the fire... leaving only ashes in the dirt. Ain’t been to Paris... or Istanbul... Ain’t been to Bogota... or Kathmandu... So much to do now... i think i’m running outta time... There’s a question... ringing in my ear... But now i’ll never know now... if i stop here... Ain’t gotta worry... i'm always running outta time. Dust on the path coat my boots... Smoke in the air sting my eyes... Dry bones in the fire... leaving only ashes in the dirt. I’m a runaway... a runaway fool... I’m a dreamer... a dreamer too... Ain’t got the answers... always running outta time... I better hurry... don’t get caught... keep it real now... Don’t get bought... it kinda bothers me... I’m always runnin’ outta time. Dust on the path coat my boots... Smoke in the air sting my eyes... Dry bones in the fire... leaving only ashes in the dirt. Ahhhhhhhh... we're only ashes in the dirt.
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Myopedomania 03:37
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There’s a feeling Grandpa says he gets... Before a cloudburst hits the farm... Now after 40 yeas of drought... He says a big one’s coming on... And wise men say the best of times... Need a storm to wash away... The filth of the entropy gone before... Bring it on is what i say... and... LET IT RAIN!!! LET IT RAIN!!! LET IT RAIN!!! LET IT RAIN!!! Could it be there’s a basic need... For a measure of control... And when the need goes unfulfilled... We fall to actions bold... And use whatever power at hand... Bending others to our will... And if that don’t work we just take em’ out... In a storm the blood runs cold... LET IT RAIN!!! LET IT RAIN!!! LET IT RAIN!!! LET IT RAIN!!! When children lead by authority... Whether real or just perceived... Abandon compassion and empathy... You set the stage for evil deeds... And empires through the sands of time... Used violence to pave their way... Then the violence turned in on themselves... Till the empires washed away... so... LET IT RAIN!!! LET IT RAIN!!! LET IT RAIN!!! LET IT RAIN!!! April Showers... ...bring me flowers!

about

Myopedomania was meant to be a unified statement on the cycles of crisis and renewal. Unfortunately, it ended up being a hodgepodge of different moods, styles, and thematic direction.

So, in the end it was a failure, but we still kinda dig a couple tracks... we hope you do too.

Thank you for listening!

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released December 25, 2004

SHOUT OUTS: Boss br1180cd for subtracting much of the technical headaches associated with solo demo-making; the kindergartners of George Washington Elementary for lending their cherubic voices; fOdDa pFeIfEr for generously hosting the Myopedomania sessions; and Bruce Otter for the excellent cover art.

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