@ALBUM: Flinch 
Time happily wasted by IAMHOLTZ@oak.grove.iup.edu

CITIZEN FISH 
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@SONG: T.V. Dinner

Acclimatized slowly to image distortion/selling the wares and wearing so thin/
which is worse? to be in or out of proportion?/documentality always stays in/
squarely screened and sat to face the facts/the content lost the meaning cos 
they didn't show the cracks/cerdits roll and take their toll on the roads that
share the fields/where the factory tractor plows the truth and buried what is 
real/overlaid the essence with the smell of leisure time/culture waste as pub-
lic taste gets dulled and undefined/belief in the disposable is just like be-
ing blind/so brighten up the packaging put up a few more signs/eat this fast
food - read this buy now - main course soundtrack - discover just how - we win
you lose - who what where when - only joking sit back - then forget and start
again/I've been told I've got a mind of my own/and they say you can't believe
anything you're told/and I read how easy it is to make decisions/and I saw 
someone like you on the television

@SONG: Naked

Blind people must fall in love with a sense of mind a sense of touch/but when
you insist on finding shadows in which to kiss/and down the lights to cover 
the sights of your nakedness/it feels so restrained/are we really ashamed/of
what we possess?/it's just nakedness/feeling too fat feeling too thin/needing
some clothing to cover the skin/thinking in terms of original sin/not knowing
where the other one's been/afraid to discuss the difference between/falling 
in love and physical need/a thousand distant painted looks/staring from adver-
ts and top shelf books/makes us afraid of what we reveal/how it's portrayed is
not how it feels/it feels so individual/it feels so other-personal/dresses up
creates fiction/under restriction/fear of not being what the other one sees/
image contradicting what lies underneath/all the protection comes off in the 
end/nothing left to judge you by - nothing to defend/covered up the truth so
long it seemed it wasn't there/here it is so laugh aloud or tell me why you're 
scared

@SONG: Small Talk

Vacancy- room to let/any dumb ideas in to this empty head/"gospel, man!"- 
don't quote me please/it was the first thing I thought/but now it's been said/
and you'll lead the conversations that lie ahead/by the empty phrases by 
which you're led/do you know what i heard the other night?/guess wehat so - 
and - so said to me/the majority of ears were only being polite/couldn't be
bothered to disagree/a social distance set/by a liking of something hard to
forget/a need to remeber and recognise/and inspiration that over-rides/any
hesitation or compromise/not relying on dubious facts in diguise/what you 
eargerly collect/and subsequently resurrect/from aquaintancesa and t.v. set/
falls on distant ears/but when you tell it like it is/from your own ideas and
what they give/we're all involved in the way you live/and the disatnce diss-
appears

@SONG: Time Control

I don't know who invented the clock/but it began a process that will never 
stop/at the age of six or seven or so/it was a decoration that went tick tock/
then by ten they invented the watch/portable guidance till the hands fell off/
and a few years later it was luminous hands/then digital figures to help you
understad/conditioned by punctuality/knew when to be there - but not where to
be/we thought we could control the time/by always knwing what it was/now every
action has a certain speed/as we let time control us/every technological step/
is faster than the one before/watching the neighbours and the fashion shows/
to see if we need to know more/desparate to be one step ahead/loving to be 
followed but still needing to be led/so keep up the pace and keep in line/
you're either in the race or you're left behind/you may feel part of society 
but the truth is more sublime/I said "stop! take a look around you"/but you 
never had the time

@SONG: Dividing Lines

So busy picking holes in our skin/that stretches tight to keep us all in/that
when what we thought were eternal friends/have dissappeared from the scene/or
changed their habits to suit themselves/we begin to see what it means/to be
choosing something outside the rules/that no one sets but we follow/demanding
leaders and food for thought/and it's getting harder to swallow/meanwhile the
police and the tax demands/are coming in harder than ever/we're raising our
fists but not joining hands/for fear of being seen together/with people in the
same mentality/but differently aligned/we got straightedge harcore this core 
that core/too many dividing lines/individual personal choices/set examples but
don't create laws/we are not all the same as eachother/but the differece it 
ain't much at all/so do what you like but let me do the same/and maybe we'll 
do it together one day!

@SONG: Media Men

With detailed precision nothing omitted/made the incision cut to what ahed/
none of the trends/none of the friends of the packiaging crew/who seels of 
the image of who buys who/none of it fits/on the shelf it sits/what the rest 
of us have/is being sold with a laugh/by the media men/in some hope for a 
trend/and when their ends meet/the next pose on a street/will be the new com-
plete set of rules/sold by liars and bought by fools/when the clothe gets 
thin/and your shoes begin to show your feet/how far can you walk?/at the bill-
board talk at the end of the street?/when the radio times/set the rate of de-
cline to a bastardised beat/does your sun still shine/on the neon signs at the
side of the street?/make the incision/it's an easy decision/rejecting the gods
of consumer religion/fashion and popstars/setting the trends/pulling the 
strings are the media men

@SONG: Bag Lady

I just ate and I heard the change rattle in your tin/I point my eyes on dis-
tant blurred horizon me for charity/or coffee make the day go faster/forty
days forty nights/forty currency exchanges/this is my corner said the bag 
lady/this is my bed said the bag lady/this is my wardrobe/this is my larder/
this is my blood donor card/and you can keep all your opinions/as long as you
let me keep mine/some of us want some justice/some of us want some dignity/me
I want to be left alone/from people pretending they want to be me/this is my
can said the bag lady/this is my hand said the bag lady/this is my living - 
so what are you giving?

@SONG: First Impressions

Closed off he took her by the hand and coughed/to cover an understanding loss/
perhaps this stake could be put across/without saying whether it was good or
not/decided? hardly! couldn't give a toss/played up to a crowd like jonathan
ross/or some such personality deceit/but left the situation with something 
more complete/that scared the hell for its obvious showing/of a well inside
full of deeper knowing/that said "that was all worng"/reversed the role from
weak to strong/decided to whom he really belonged/and later felt the pain it
caused/like a victory without the war/incomplete and nothing more/whan self-
ish - what did he do it for?/taking time out to stay aloof/had made the prob-
lem twice as bad/with a hatred of the actual truth/he cut the little bond they
had had/don't take anyone for granted/every first impression slained/next one 
came as a surprise/and opened up some guilty eyes/take a sip from eachother's
cup/then find a common one to filland if it tasted good fill it up/and if it
dosen't let it spill

@SONG: Wet Cement

We went up to the buliding site/saw the building and the concrete piles/and 
watched them all working/building muscles and no-one smiled/we stood there and 
watched them/staring back in complete contempt/I'm building a building/signed
his name in the wet cement/we walked throught the cemetary/social tombstons in
black and grey/someone had a bunch of flowers/talking sentiments felt okay/we
stood in the shadows/feeling it was that time of day/when everything gloomy/
hits the light as it fades away/we came to conclusions/knew that life was a 
paradox/so many illusions/kept alive till the old ones dropped/demolishing
lifestyles/building up all the tower blocks/life is so sacred/why spend it all
in a man-made box?/we stared at the empty shells/passed a smile and then cried
alot/while all this was passing by/no one stopped to see whta they've got/they
took it for granted/used the space for a parking lot/we'll kick off the real 
world/allocating the beauty spots/industrial death camps/man made something 
and then forgot/knew what it should look like/trod on nature and said "why 
not?"/but you cannot replace it/just take a photo and watch it rot/and bury
the feeling/til no-one knows what it really meant/got caught in a landslide/
and left a name in the wet cement

@SONG: Circular Vision

Please don't let me see/so many problems and disharmony/without knowing the
reason/without knowing th facts/and knwoing that knowing can be hard to 
desire/when the opposite says "releax"/please don't let me see/so much peace 
and harmony/that I forget to use my eyes/be aware of any shadows behind the
light/circular vision and the need to know/one says lets go everywhere the 
other one sets the sights/please don't let me view/through so many windows I
can't see through/every depth has a surface tension/spreading the ripples in 
all directions/making waves can be saying goodbye/but it's also saying here's 
the reason why/pleasse don't let me see what I've seen before/without noticing 
the range of change/please don't let me see without looking/for nothing will 
ever be strange/please don't let me see the viewpoint/without knowing what the 
background is/please don't let me see the framework/til I've seen if the pic-
ture fits/we woke up didn't feel like sleeping/we spoke up didn't feel like
keeping/the silence that hold us apart so much/as we struggle to find the 
human touch/and a natural urge if discovery/checking out what we weren't 
allowed to see/looking around the reality factory

@SONG: Social Insecurity

Growling as I stare at smiles from the other side of the street/is it the 
speed I'm walking at or the shoes upon my feet?/I couldn't afford the baseball 
boots that's not the game I play/and if you'd rather hang about I won't get in
your way/if the words you backhand to your friend were meant for me to hear/
I'll show you a better way to spend your time over a beer/or a coffee - come
on mutant-head! let's drop the social games/call it a bluff call it enough 
quit calling eachother names/there's hardly any difference in the nature of 
the threat/some like to be remebered by the reaction they can get/others need
security in a certain social set/bth are too aware of what they yet still have
to get/is no one ever satisfid with being what they are?/if you show me all 
your barbed wire I'll only show you scars/but tell me where you got it from
and what it costs in friends/and I'll start to get a picture of a person not 
a trend/ignorance and affinity to outsode influence/rejects the inner feeling
at anyone's expense/what provoked attack was the bature of defence/the weak 
are strong in knowing that such strength is all pretence/so while you're 
staring at me I'll be grinning back at you/at various intensities we'll both
know it's true/that what eachother represents is an image we've been fed/If 
I'm a fucking waste of space than you're a mutant head/so let's discuss these
attitudes and find some common ground/just doing that is ground enough to 
exorcise the sound of insults, sights of malice, inbred scorn and ignorance/
once beyond the posing we can find the relevance

@SONG: Invisible People

Invisible people with invisible hands/holding very obvious collection cans/
anonymous people with anonymous jobs/hurry past for fear of being late for 
the boss/both will say it's not the way I intended to be/knowing that the 
other guy has all he could need/the homeless have got all the time and all 
of it to share/the workers have got all the cash and none of it to spare/
invisible people with invisible feet/taxi cab potential knowing every street/
anonymous people with anonymous cars/rolling up the winddows as they drive on
past/if these wree all your relatives then which one would you feed?/would the
power you get from money dissappear if it was free?/isn't it therefore obvious
that in this society/there's poverty and hunger due to other people's greed/
invisible people from invisible homes/lost the job their rent went up out on 
their own/anonymous people with anonymous lives/reliant on superiors to keep 
them alive/cos when it comes right down to it the structure is the same/
control requires acceptance that you have to play the game/the power of money
trickles down decreasing as it goes/and out there in the rain it would be used
on food and clothes/but social guilt the barrier to giving what is gained/to
those who have less of it, cuts the last link in the chain/invisibility comes
from being constantly in view/ignorance is the passive stance of saying it 
can't be true/reality shapes itself around perceptions of the self/until we
really need it we refuse to offer help/the state that creats homelessness 
thrives on this attitude/until we smash these limitations and take a wider
view

@SONG: Flinch

It's a fine line with drops on either side/instant reactions : being undecided
/would lose a balance unrecognised/don't leave me alone! don't rouch me!/could 
just as love those he despised/or vice-versa - a social supply/of any extreme
you could need to arrive/of points unchartred part through fear/part through 
reliance on getting this near/having regular good times usually late/passing
through the uncertain state/through the flinch reactive zone/where no-one 
stands completly alone/where togetherness tenses/just like talking over fences
/ignoring the barrier but keeping it there/in case the candle starts to flare/
too brightly for the eye to see/so much at once - okay hold it there