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Artist: Incubus
Album: S.C.I.E.N.C.E.
Tracklist
01. Redefine
02. Vitamin
03. New Skin
04. Idiot Box
05. Glass
06. Magic Medicine
07. A Certain Shade of Green
08. Favorite Things
09. Antigravity Love Song
10. Nebula
11. Deep Inside
12. Calgone
TESTI - LYRICS
01. Redefine
Imagine your brain as a canister filled with ink
Yeah, now think of your body as the pen where the ink resides
Fuse the two - KAPOW! What are you now?
You're the human magic marker, won't you please surprise my eyes?
It's in your nature, you can paint whatever picture you like
No matter what Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight
So modify this third rock from the sun
By painting myriads of pictures with the colors of one
I'm sick of painting in black and white
My pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself, to fit your definition (verse x2)
Picture the scene, where whatever you thought
Would, in the blink of an eye, manifest and become illustrated
You'd be sure man that every line drawn reflected a life that you loved
Not an existence that you hated
So, must we demonstrate that we can't get it straight?
We've painted a picture, now we're drowning in paint
Figure out what the fuck it's about before the picture we painted
Chews us up and spits us out
I'm sick of painting in black and white
My pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself, to fit your definition (verse x2)
Redefine
I'm sick of painting in black and white
My pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself, to fit your definition
Must we demonstrate that we can't get it straight?
We've painted a picture, now we're drowning in the paint
Let's figure out what the fuck it's about before the picture we painted
Chews us up and spits us out
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02. Vitamin
I'm born, I'm alive, I breathe
In a moment or two I realize
That the sphere upon which I reside, is asleep on its feet
Should I go back to sleep? (verse x2)
You stare at me like I'm a vitamin
On the surface you hate, but you know you need me
I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit
Whatever helps you swallow truth all the more easily
We orbit the sun, I grow up, my open eyes see
A zombified, somnambulist society
Leaving us as vitamins for the hibernating human animal
Do you, do you, do you see what I mean?
You stare at me like I'm a vitamin
On the surface you hate, but you know you are me
I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit
Whatever helps you swallow truth all the more easily
And I wonder, will you digest me?
Into the sleep machine I won't plug in
In fact I'd rather die before I will comply
To you, my friend, I write the reason I still live
'Cause in my mind it's set the vitamin is ripe to give
Coming closer to another 2000 years, you and I will pry
The closed eye of the sleep machine
You stare at me like I'm a vitamin
On the surface you hate, but you know you are me
I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit
Whatever helps you swallow truth a bit more easily
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03. New Skin
At first I see an open wound, infected and disastrous
It breathes chaotic catastrophe, it cries to be renewed
Its tears are the color of anger, they dry to form a scab
To the touch it's stiff and resilient, underneath the new skin breathes
It's all been seen with the exception for the right parts
When will we be new skin?
As outwardly cliche as it may seem, yes, something under the surface says
"C'est la vie" there is a circle, it is a plan,
dead skin will atrophy itself to start again
Look closely at the open wound, see past what covers the surface
Underneath chaotic catastrophe, creation takes the stage
Dead skin will atrophy itself to start again (x3)
It's all been seen with the exception for the right parts
When will we be new skin?
It's all been seen with the exception for what could be
When will we be new skin?
"Until the 20th century, reality was everything humans could touch, smell, see and hear. Since the initial publication of the Charged Electro-Magnetic Spectrum, humans learned that what they can touch, smell, see and hear, is less that one millionth of reality."
Fallacious cognitions spewed from televisions do mold our decisions
So stop and take a look, and you'll see what I see now...NOW!
It's all been seen with the exception for the right parts
When will we be new skin?
It's all been seen with the exception for what could be
When will we be new skin?
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04. Idiot box
You keep your riches and I'll sew my stitches
You can't make me think like you, mundane
I've got a message for all those who think that
They can etch his words inside my brain
Inside my brain? no way!
T.V. what do I need? Tell me who to believe?
What's the use of autonomy when a button does it all?
When a little button does it all, does it all
So listen up, listen up closely all
Who've seen the fuckin' eye ache too
It's time to step away from cable train
And will we finally see the subtle light
This quirk in evolution will begin to let us live and recreate
T.V. what do I need? Tell me who to believe?
Whats the use of autonomy when a button does it all?
T.V. what should I see? Tell me who should I be?
Let's do our mom a favour and drop a new god off a wall
Let me see past the fatuous knocks
I've gotta rid myself of this idiot box
Let you see past the feathers and flocks
And help me plant a bomb in this idiot box
From the depths of the sea, to the tops of the trees
To the seat of a lazy boy, staring at a silver screen
T.V. what do I need? Tell me who to believe?
Whats the use of autonomy when a button does it all?
T.V. what should I see? Tell me who should I be?
Let's do our mom a favour and drop a new god off a wall
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05. Glass
If I had a dime for every time you walked away
I could afford to not give a shit
And buy a drink and drown the day
But your pockets, they are empty
Yeah, and mine are times two
So why not make an about-face
And accept the love I send to you?
You're never gonna be content if you dont try
Try to see outside your line
There you go, you did it again
You act as if there's blinders on your eyes
Should I apologize if what I say burns your ears and stains your eyes?
Oh, did I crack your shell? When it falls away, you'll see we exist as well!
Like a bottle with the cork stuck, your true ingredients trapped up inside
Through the cloudy glass we catch a glimpse of you
I guess that hard shell represents your pride
If only it could be different we could uncover the you, you deny
Between two, a small discrepancy, one complicates and one simplifies
You're never gonna be content if you dont try
Try to see outside your line
There you go, you did it again
You act as if there's blinders on your eyes
Should I apologize if what I say burns your ears and stains your eyes?
Oh, did I crack your shell? When it falls away, you'll see we exist as well!
Take those fuckin' blinders off your eyes!
So if I had a dime for every time you walked away
You could bet your bottom dollar that
I'd be filthy rich by noon today
Should I apologize if what I say burns your ears and stains your eyes?
Oh, did I crack your shell? When it falls away, you'll see we exist as well! (verse x2)
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06. Magic Medicine
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07. A certain shade of green
A certain shade of green, tell me, is that what you need?
All signs around say move ahead
Could someone please explain to me your ever present lack of speed?
Are your muscles bound by ropes? Or do crutches cloud your day?
My sources say the road is clear, and street signs point the way
You gonna stand around till 2012 A.D.?
What are you waiting for, a certain shade of green?
I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate
What are you waiting for, a certain shade of green?
Would a written invitation signed, "Choose now or lose it all"
Sedate your hesitation or inflame and make you stall?
You've been raised in limitation, but that glove never fit quite right
The time has past for hand-me-downs, choose a-new, please evolve, take flight
You gonna stand around till 2012 A.D.?
What are you waiting for, a certain shade of green?
I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate
What are you waiting for, a certain shade of green?
Green, what are you waiting for? A written invitation?
A public declaration? A perfect consolation?
Remember when you procrastinate you choose last
Think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate!
You gonna stand around till 2012 A.D.?
What are you waiting for, a certain shade of green?
I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate
What are you waiting for?
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08. Favorite things
I'm thinking of my souls' sovereignty
And I know everything you hate in me
Fill me up with over-pious badgerings
Throw them up, one of my favorite things
Too bad the things that make you mad are my favorite things
My favourite things
Remember all the lessons fed to me?
Me the young sponge, so ready to agree
Years have gone, recognize the walking dead
Now aware that I'm alive and way ahead
Too bad the things that make you mad are my favorite things
And I'm so happy
I see you looking, I know that you're thinking
That I'll never go anywhere
The things that I've done and the things that I've seen
I don't really expect you to care, go!
Too bad the things that make you mad are my favorite things
And I'm so happy
Too bad the things that make you mad are my favorite
Too bad the things that make you mad are my favorite things
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09. Antigravity love song
I'm home alone tonight
Full moon illuminates my room, and sends my mind a-flight
I think I was dreaming up some thoughts
That were seemingly possible, with you
So I call you on the tin can phone
We rendezvous a quarter-two, and make sure we're alone
I think I found a way for you and I to finally fly free
When we get there, we're gonna fly so far away
Making sure to laugh, while we experience anti-gravity
Anti-gravity, anti-gravity
For years, I kept it to myself
Now potentialities are bound, and living under my shelf
Simply choose your destination from the diamond canopy, and we'll be there
So I call you on the tin can phone
We rendezvous a quarter-two, and make sure we're alone
I think I found the way for you and I to finally be free
When we get there, we're gonna fly so far away
Making sure to laugh, while we experience anti-gravity
Anti-gravity, anti-gravity
Anti-gravity, anti-gravity
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10. Nebula
Do you enjoy your sight inside?
Disconnect and let me drift
Until my upside down is right side in
Society must let the artist go
To wander off into the nebula
Wander off into your nebula, your nectarine of
Multiplicity comes like orgasmatron, on overdrive!
Wander off into your nebula, your tangerine of
Electricity is ripe and on a vine, so pick your prize!
So, in little black book do I confide!
Upon return, I conjure what was seen
I let it pulse and boil within my limbs
I lay my pencil to the porous page
And let my lunatic indulge itself
Wander off into your nebula, your nectarine of
Multiplicity comes like orgasmatron, on overdrive!
Wander off into your nebula, your tangerine of
Electricity is ripe and on a vine, so pick your prize!
"Such as is found in the Crab Nebula"
Disconnect and let me drift
Until my upside down is right side in
Society must let the artist go
To wander off into the nebula
Wander off into your nebula, your nectarine of
Multiplicity comes like orgasmatron, on overdrive!
Wander off into your nebula, your tangerine of
Electricity is ripe and on a vine, so pick your prize!
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11. Deep inside
It's 3 o'clock, and we ask ourselves, "Where are we now?
It seems we've wondered out of bounds again"
Over and over, we ask ourselves why we don't utilize
Things that are stored deep inside of our (brains)
Deep inside, I'm on my own and I can't see straight
Deep inside, cause I'm so stoned, I can't see straight
Man, I've got to find my way back home, but I'm too deep inside
It's 4 o'clock, and we ask ourselves, "Where did we go wrong?
We passed my house at least an hour ago"
Over and over, we ask ourselves why don't we utilize
Things that are stored deep inside of our (brains)
Deep inside, I'm on my own and I can't see straight
Deep inside, cause I'm so stoned, I can't see straight
It's 5 o'clock, and we tell ourselves, "We need to get home!
The sun is creeping overhead again"
I'm way too deep inside to get home
Way too deep inside to get home (x3)
Oh my God I've got to get home (x3)
Way too deep inside to get home
Over and over, we ask ourselves why we don't utilize
Things that are stored deep inside of our...
"I know exactly where we are...where the fuck are we?"
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12. Calgone
On my way home, police car pulled me over
After they left, I puttered out of gas
Triple-A came but my card was expired
I had to walk home, and of course, it rained half the time
I tried to get some shut-eye, then I was abducted
They put cold things in my butt
They sampled a bit of my D.N.A.
They left me on top of my sheets
I dreamt I went potty, then woke up drenched in me
This day sucked the hardest ever
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today
A little bit less than nothing would go my way
Woke up to toss my soiled sheets
The hallway was dark and I stubbed my big toe
It was then that I sensed the irony burning me
I heard the voice say, "Come sail aboard S.S. Nepenthe!"
I suppose I'm to blame for getting pulled over
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today
A little bit less than nothing would go my way
Thank goodness for bathtubs and suds
I suppose I'm to blame for getting pulled over
I guess I'm the culprit for running out of gas
Let's assume I'm the guy who didn't pay his Triple-A fee
In actuality, I let the Zetas' probe me
Yesterday was all my fault
I let negativity get the better of me
Thank goodness for the bathtubs and suds
They temporarily set free this quandary
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today
A little bit less than nothing would go my way (x2)
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