Judith II

A Perfect Circle – TalkTalk

You’re waiting,
On miracles,
We’re bleeding out.

Thoughts,
And prayers,
Adorable,
Like cake in a crisis,
We’re bleeding out.

While you deliberate,
Bodies accumulate.

Sit and talk like Jesus,
Try walkin’ like Jesus.
Sit and talk like Jesus,
Talk like Jesus,
Talk talk talk talk,
Get the fuck out of my way!

Don’t be the problem, be the solution.
Don’t be the problem, be the solution.
Don’t be the problem, be the solution.
Problem, problem, problem, problem.

Faith without works is,
Talk without works is,
Faith without works is,
Dead, dead, dead, dead.

Sit and talk like Jesus,
Try walkin’ like Jesus.
Sit and talk like Jesus,
Try walkin’ like Jesus.

Try braving the rain,
Try lifting the stone,
Try extending a hand,
Try walkin’ your talk or get the fuck out of my way!


Songwriters: Maynard James Keenan / Billy Howerdel

TalkTalk lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Disillusioned

A Perfect Circle – Disillusioned

(Dopamine, on dopamine…)

We have been overrun by our animal desire
Addicts of the immediate keep us obedient and unaware
Feeding this mutation, this Pavlovian despair

We’ve become disillusioned
So we run towards anything glimmering

Time to put the silicon obsession down
Take a look around, find a way in the silence
Lie supine away with your back to the ground
Dis- and re-connect to the resonance now
You were never an island

Unique voice among the many in this choir
Tuning into each other, lift all higher

(Dopamine, on dopamine…)

Willingly been re-wired by clever agents within
Looping our reflections, our obsessions draw us in
Fix and fixation, no sentience beyond

We’ve become disillusioned
So we dive like crows towards anything glittering

Time to put the silicon obsession down
Take a look around, find a way in the silence
Lie supine away with your back to the ground
Dis- and re-connect to the resonance now
You were never an island

Unique voice among the many in this choir
Tuning into each other, lift all higher


Songwriters: Maynard James Keenan / Billy Howerdel / Dave Sardy

Disillusioned lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management

The Doomed

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life; and the life was the light of men. And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.

– John 1:1-5


 


Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted. Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth. Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled. Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy. Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God. Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.

– Matthew 5:3-9


A Perfect Circle – The Doomed

Behold a new Christ,
Behold the same old horde.
Gather at the altering,
New beginning, new Word.
And the Word was death,
And the Word was without light.
The new beatitude:
“Good luck, you’re on your own.”

Blessed are the fornicates,
May we bend down to be their whores.
Blessed are the rich,
May we labor, deliver them more.
Blessed are the envious.
Bless the slothful, the wrathful, the vain.
Blessed are the gluttonous,
May they feast us to famine and war.

What of the pious, the pure of heart, the peaceful?
What of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful?
All doomed.
All doomed.

Behold a new Christ,
Behold the same old horde.
Gather at the altering,
New beginning, new Word.
And the Word was death,
And the Word was without light.
The new beatitude:
“Good luck…”

What of the pious, the pure of heart, the peaceful?
What of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful?
What of the righteous?
What of the charitable?
What of the truthful, the dutiful, the decent?

Doomed are the poor.
Doomed are the peaceful.
Doomed are the meek.
Doomed are the merciful.
For the Word is now death.
And the Word is now without light.
The new beatitude:
“Fuck the doomed, you’re on your own!”


Songwriters: Maynard James Keenan / William Howerdel

The Doomed lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management

Imagine

John Lennon – Imagine

Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today… Aha-ah…

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace… You, ..

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world… You, ..

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one


Songwriters: John Winston Lennon

Imagine lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing


A Perfect Circle – Imagine (Cover)