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I'd call it a drastic measure but I'll open up one eye
I'm all evolved and fully grown, with three dimensions of my own
But hey Mr. Dog - Well I'm just an animal just like you
In a laser beam and a human being
With more fire than the belly of the sun

And inside this business of the gun, well I heard the aero-engines whine
Of a lucky soul and an afterlife and another chance for a darker life

Imagine the gig, that we could have at area 51. Oh my word. Oh my word.

Imagine the freaks we'd have in the audience at area 51. Check out who's standing next to you.

Just imagine the sound of the music we may conceive of the drugs we take in area 51.
Imagine the size of the amps to be found, one billions watts of sound.
Such an auspicious event, yet so classified, loving it.
To the party we throw, see you all at the after show at area 51.

это транс в роке, это психоделик/прогрессив рок! эти парни качают сознание!) в январе они выпустили новый альбом, но это слишком тяжело для неподготовленного ума)
пожтому выкладываю трек с их дебютника.

Beneath the electrically powered sun
Well I've been rolling down the assembly line
And I've been stuck in flesh for far too long
And flowing free's been on my mind
Just like an electric shock

Become a rainbow one hundred foot tall
Just flick a switch to turn it on

Woke up
With a hard-on
Head full of distortion
Condition returning
Verdict never learning
Is it late in the evening?
Or early in the morning?

The certainty that I am me,
That there is everything that I can see;
That what I percieve is all it appears,
And the belief that I am even here.

It's all in my mind.
Well it's all in my mind.

I sleep deeply every night
in a world that's better than real life
i found a hiding place
beneath a dirty blanket of distorted bass
there's music in my head
i heard a gasoline voiced mixed with marlboro reds singing:
"pick up your head again...
if you want to be king

My spider sense is tingling
From the boys and the girls and the vortex singing
Just a second to hang upon my ears
Just a second to taste the salty tears

Judge not least you may be judged
Judge not least you may be judged
Judged by me, judged by me

O Fortuna!
Am I but your clockwork hero?
From here in the last ditch
Toe to toe, blow for blow
You are the enigma
Well, nevermind...
The future’s already happened
And there is always someone left to fight

Slip coma deep inside an industrialist's mind
And pour yourself into the creased appeal of a financeman's suit
You keep on exchanging handshakes and smiles
With chatshow hosts like butterflies
Fly down
And hide in the zeros and the ones
And let's all sing
Hallelujiah!

Amongst processes I’m finding
And schemes that need designing
With procedures for applying and purifying

With the taste of possibilities of voodoo sensibilities
Well I’ve been making my enquires
In matters such as these

In the sinews of eternity
that fortune spins
entwined within the DNA
that throbs beneath its skin

you’ll fit so perfectly in
i’ll never let you go
i’ll never let you go