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this is how i feel about life in just two songs. they ar by Quasi- Feild studies(album)
All The Same - I'm not going to give it up for free anymore & I don't really care if you label me a whore. Frayed at the edges, busted at the seams, I can walk with a song & sleep with my dreams. You can cover up your chains & call yourself free; It doesn't really matter - it's all the same to me. You're the new newest thing; we've seen it all before. In fact I've seen it many times & I'll see it many more. You know it won't last; you know it never does - But better be a has been than to be a never was. You can get out quick & clean or prolong the agony: Whichever you prefer - it's all the same to me. You worship the future like it's some kind of saint, But it's just like the past with a new coat of paint. You try to save a world that doesn't wait to be save & you scold it like a child when you think it's misbehaved. You can say what you want, or say what you see, Or you could say nothing - it's all the same to me.
The Golden Egg - Shoot yourself in the leg & the goose lays the golden egg. I had that golden egg before, but it disappeared as I limped out the door. Never reveal that you know that the whole thing is just for show: a cardboard world with painted skies, because we all must agree to believe in the lies. Bring yourself down to your knees & they'll give you the golden keys. The keys will open any lock to an empty room or a Chinese box. I can forget how I feel & pretend that it's all for real. The pot won't call the kettle black & I don't even feel the knife in my back. & when we go off to our bed, after struggling for our bred, a pleasant dream may stand instead of the clamor & noise that goes on in your head. So carry on like before & don't listen to me any more. Don't believe a word I sing because it's only a song & it don't mean a thing.
All The Same - I'm not going to give it up for free anymore & I don't really care if you label me a whore. Frayed at the edges, busted at the seams, I can walk with a song & sleep with my dreams. You can cover up your chains & call yourself free; It doesn't really matter - it's all the same to me. You're the new newest thing; we've seen it all before. In fact I've seen it many times & I'll see it many more. You know it won't last; you know it never does - But better be a has been than to be a never was. You can get out quick & clean or prolong the agony: Whichever you prefer - it's all the same to me. You worship the future like it's some kind of saint, But it's just like the past with a new coat of paint. You try to save a world that doesn't wait to be save & you scold it like a child when you think it's misbehaved. You can say what you want, or say what you see, Or you could say nothing - it's all the same to me.
The Golden Egg - Shoot yourself in the leg & the goose lays the golden egg. I had that golden egg before, but it disappeared as I limped out the door. Never reveal that you know that the whole thing is just for show: a cardboard world with painted skies, because we all must agree to believe in the lies. Bring yourself down to your knees & they'll give you the golden keys. The keys will open any lock to an empty room or a Chinese box. I can forget how I feel & pretend that it's all for real. The pot won't call the kettle black & I don't even feel the knife in my back. & when we go off to our bed, after struggling for our bred, a pleasant dream may stand instead of the clamor & noise that goes on in your head. So carry on like before & don't listen to me any more. Don't believe a word I sing because it's only a song & it don't mean a thing.