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In time you will learn, yet fears dig deep suggesting that time will be not=
hing but a tentative barometer
Things look and seem in the right place, everything is exact to your requir=
ed and lustful measurement
A glowing example of the human race, parading the perfect example of what o=
thers should aspire to be
A design - designed to make free spirits worry, worry about the outer space=
between them and others
On this archetypal product a veneer glows like a glaze which hides the rust=
that eats away inside
How can one be free when faced by stereo - typical - post - idealists, decl=
aring war on self love
Pictorial delusion infests all hope and advertises a template of which all =
lost eyes infest on
This mutation of the exterior is merely a polish to hide the inferior mytho=
logy which presumes style
It slips and slides and poses grace, hinting pure face as it sniggers choos=
ing a vacuous Armour
And you are fooled by this tinsel wrapping, which reflects how unrealized y=
ou really are
This invented criterion is a visual soap opera created for the empty heart =
who fears the mind
As the recommended lie oozes into place, the myth becomes a reality pertain=
ing the lowest denominator
Dictating the way, the way we should be - deconstructed, instructed - told =
and sold a classic ideal
It threatens inner smiles and is crushed under steel, it squeals under emot=
ional blackmail
For systematic creed identity is pushed aside for the chosen utopia re - in=
vented, invested
Lives are re - constructed losing thy original core which once burned proud=
and warm
Post - human triviality distorts our realities, opting for the shield that =
covers our true selves
Soon we will become acceptable by the soul - less eyes who judge other peop=
les lives
ENTRENCHED clothed in facile styles, dissected and conformed to the ultimat=
e self mutilation
And all this is because one must concede and conform to someone else's pret=
ty lies
marc garrett (1989)
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design - designed to make free spirits worry, worry about the outer space=
between them and others<BR>On this archetypal product a veneer glows like a=
glaze which hides the rust that eats away inside<BR>How can one be free whe=
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faced by stereo - typical - post - idealists, declaring war on self
love<BR>Pictorial delusion infests all hope and advertises a template of wh=
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all lost eyes infest on<BR>This mutation of the exterior is merely a polish=
to
hide the inferior mythology which presumes style<BR>It slips and slides and=
poses grace, hinting pure face as it sniggers choosing a vacuous Armour<BR>=
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way we should be - deconstructed, instructed - told and sold a classic
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original core which once burned proud and warm<BR>Post - human triviality=
distorts our realities, opting for the shield that covers our true
selves<BR>Soon we will become acceptable by the soul - less eyes who judge =
other
peoples lives<BR>ENTRENCHED clothed in facile styles, dissected and conform=
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the ultimate self mutilation<BR>And all this is because one must concede an=
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conform to someone else's pretty lies <BR><BR>marc garrett=
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you should whatch vanilla sky
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In time you will learn, yet fears dig deep suggesting that time will be nothing but a tentative barometer
Things look and seem in the right place, everything is exact to your required and lustful measurement
A glowing example of the human race, parading the perfect example of what others should aspire to be
A design - designed to make free spirits worry, worry about the outer space between them and others
On this archetypal product a veneer glows like a glaze which hides the rust that eats away inside
How can one be free when faced by stereo - typical - post - idealists, declaring war on self love
Pictorial delusion infests all hope and advertises a template of which all lost eyes infest on
This mutation of the exterior is merely a polish to hide the inferior mythology which presumes style
It slips and slides and poses grace, hinting pure face as it sniggers choosing a vacuous Armour
And you are fooled by this tinsel wrapping, which reflects how unrealized you really are
This invented criterion is a visual soap opera created for the empty heart who fears the mind
As the recommended lie oozes into place, the myth becomes a reality pertaining the lowest denominator
Dictating the way, the way we should be - deconstructed, instructed - told and sold a classic ideal
It threatens inner smiles and is crushed under steel, it squeals under emotional blackmail
For systematic creed identity is pushed aside for the chosen utopia re - invented, invested
Lives are re - constructed losing thy original core which once burned proud and warm
Post - human triviality distorts our realities, opting for the shield that covers our true selves
Soon we will become acceptable by the soul - less eyes who judge other peoples lives
ENTRENCHED clothed in facile styles, dissected and conformed to the ultimate self mutilation
And all this is because one must concede and conform to someone else's pretty lies
marc garrett (1989)
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Do You Yahoo!?
LAUNCH - Your Yahoo! Music Experience
Hi Natalie,
Ihave just had a look at vanilla sky & it does look like another waste brai=
n space. Yet another well promoted distraction from life.
marc
you should whatch vanilla sky
[email protected] wrote:
This capricious idea which is drowned in an external facade - is nothin=
g but a dream a pretty lie
In time you will learn, yet fears dig deep suggesting that time will be=
nothing but a tentative barometer
Things look and seem in the right place, everything is exact to your re=
quired and lustful measurement
A glowing example of the human race, parading the perfect example of wh=
at others should aspire to be
A design - designed to make free spirits worry, worry about the outer s=
pace between them and others
On this archetypal product a veneer glows like a glaze which hides the =
rust that eats away inside
How can one be free when faced by stereo - typical - post - idealists, =
declaring war on self love
Pictorial delusion infests all hope and advertises a template of which =
all lost eyes infest on
This mutation of the exterior is merely a polish to hide the inferior m=
ythology which presumes style
It slips and ! slides and poses grace, hinting pure face as it sniggers=
choosing a vacuous Armour
And you are fooled by this tinsel wrapping, which reflects how unrealiz=
ed you really are
This invented criterion is a visual soap opera created for the empty he=
art who fears the mind
As the recommended lie oozes into place, the myth becomes a reality per=
taining the lowest denominator
Dictating the way, the way we should be - deconstructed, instructed - t=
old and sold a classic ideal
It threatens inner smiles and is crushed under steel, it squeals under =
emotional blackmail
For systematic creed identity is pushed aside for the chosen utopia re =
- invented, invested
Lives are re - constructed losing thy original core which once burned p=
roud and warm
Post - human triviality distorts our realities, opting for the shield t=
hat covers our true selves
Soon we will become acceptable by the soul - less eyes who judge other =
peoples lives
ENTRENCHED clothed in facile styles, dis! sected and conformed to the u=
ltimate self mutilation
And all this is because one must concede and conform to someone else's =
pretty lies
marc garrett (1989)
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Do You Yahoo!?
LAUNCH - Your Yahoo! Music Experience
Pretty Lies
This capricious idea that is drowned in an external facade - is nothing but
a dream a pretty lie. In time you will learn, yet fears dig deep suggesting
that time will be nothing but a tentative barometer. Things look and seem in
the right place, everything is exact to your required and lustful
measurement . A glowing example of the human race, parading the perfect
example of what others should aspire to be. A design - designed to make free
spirits worry, worry about the outer space between them and others. On this
archetypal product a veneer glows like a glaze which hides the rust that
eats away inside. How can one be free when faced by stereo - typical -
post - idealists, declaring war on self love. Pictorial delusion infests all
hope and advertises a template of which all lost eyes infest on.
This mutation of the exterior is merely a polish to hide the inferior
mythology which presumes style. It slips and slides and poses grace, hinting
pure face as it sniggers choosing a vacuous Armour. And you are fooled by
this tinsel wrapping, which reflects how unrealized you really are. This
invented criterion is a visual soap opera created for the empty heart who
fears the mind.
As the recommended lie oozes into place, the myth becomes a reality
pertaining the lowest denominator. Dictating the way, the way we should be -
deconstructed, instructed - told and sold a classic ideal. It threatens
inner smiles and is crushed under steel, it squeals under emotional
blackmail. For systematic creed identity is pushed aside for the chosen
utopia re - invented, invested.
Lives are re - constructed losing thy original core which once burned proud
and warm. Post - human triviality distorts our realities, opting for the
shield that covers our true selves. Soon we will become acceptable by the
soulless eyes who judge other peoples lives. ENTRENCHED clothed in facile
styles, dissected and conformed to the ultimate self mutilation. And all
this is because one must concede and conform to someone else's pretty
lies…