Love Over Power

Heaven help us to heed the call
To use our share of power for the good of all
We start out even then we seek an edge
We grab for more and then
Forget all that we said

Can you love love over power
Can you see this is the hour
It’s now

Over and over again
Always the same old story
The mighty rise, the mighty fall

Said I’d never crave power or wealth
Then when I had the choice
I took it for myself
Heaven help us, we don’t know why
We cannot quench the thirst,
Keep hunger satisfied

Can you love
Can you love love over power
Can you see this is the hour
It’s now

Over and over again
Always the same old story
The mighty rise, the mighty fall
Nothing seems to change…

Heaven help me in my house of glass
Drop these stones of judgment,
Let the anger pass
As kingdoms come and kingdoms go
Those who rule today tomorrow are laid low

Can you love
Can you love love over power
Can you see this is the hour
It’s now

Over and over again
Always the same old story
The mighty rise, the mighty fall
Nothing seems to change

Over and over again
Always the same old story
The mighty rise, the mighty fall

All that changes is the faces and the names
Yeah, nothing seems to change
All that changes is the faces and the names
Nothing seems to change

© Garratt/McDonald
Bart Garratt - keyboards, background vocals
Bill Roelofs - drums
Brent McDonald guitars, vocals, bass, tambourine
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Cell Phone

I've got this blue thing
That begs me constantly to touch it
Morning, noon, and night
It's a habit I tried breaking
But not happy when it's not within my sight
Is it the hazy blue light
That makes it so hard to stop?

I got the world callin’
I got the world talkin’
I got the world callin’

The flipper served its purpose
But this 5G sure ‘nuff has it all
And can still put life's distractions
All on hold to catch that incoming call
And it's the hazy blue light
That makes it so hard to stop

I got the world callin’
I got the world talkin’
I got the world callin’

Grim Reaper thinks he has
The world on a string but all can see
That his hashtag has nothing over me
It's my importance here
That makes me feel alive
To be or not to be
Dwelling on my private island
And living out a dream

So hard to stop
So hard to stop
It makes it so hard to stop
It makes it so hard to stop

Callused fingers typing
While the auto pilot
Weaves on down the road
An impatient driver tries so hard to pass me
But I bear a heavy load
And it’s the hazy blue light
That makes it so warm to touch

I got the world callin’
I got the world talkin’
I got the world callin’
On my...

I got the world callin’
I got the world talkin’
I got the world callin’

So hard to stop
I got the world talkin’
That makes it so hard to stop


© McDonald
Bart Garratt - keyboards
Bill Roelofs - drums, additional percussion
Gil Bristol - bass
Brent McDonald - acoustic/electric guitars, vocals, additional keyboards, tambourine, drum programming
Phone conversations:
Spanish, Maria Garratt
(Unbeknown to them,  Denny Parker, Keith Rogers, Mark Heather and others)
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Counting The Cost

Counting up the cost of the years we lost
And the war that led to this
Every single word that you said though true

Couldn't change the mind of just one
And missing someone is all it took
To show the world the price of a new sunrise

A starlit noon and midnight sun
The force that shook us to the core
And stopped us turning forevermore

What's done is done
And there is just no going back
So we fight to live between
The dark and light forever

Counting up the cost of the years we lost
And the war that led to this
Every single word that you said though true

Couldn't change the heart of just one
And that someone was all it took
To show the world the price of the setting sun

It never sets and will never be
A waking dawn, a peaceful dusk
A feeling that comes over us

A memory
When shadows grew then disappeared
And the world like us
Would always be this way forever

Counting, counting the cost
Counting, counting the cost

The sun never sets and will never be
A waking dawn, a peaceful dusk
A feeling that comes over us

A memory
A memory when shadows grew
Then disappeared
And the world like us
Would always be this way forever

Counting, counting the cost
Counting, counting the cost

Counting up the cost of the years we lost
And the war that led to this

© Garratt/McDonald
Bart Garratt - keyboards, recorder, background vocals
Bill Roelofs - drums
Gil Bristol - upright bass
Brent McDonald - guitars, vocals, tambourine, bass, additional keyboards
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Forgotten Man

The hunt for primal man is on
He had his day it's over now
A Renaissance is burning bright
Where every thought will be made right

All eyes are on the one who dared
To speak the mind that would not bend
He stands alone without a shield
A mental sickness to be healed

Bid future man farewell
There's no one left to tell
And you knew me well

I am forgotten man
Remember me?
Beyond the broken ties
Between us lies eternity

It's monkey see and monkey do
It comes from knowing who to ape
You call this house of mirrors home
There is no you, there's no escape

Bid future man farewell
There's no one left to tell
And you knew me well

I am forgotten man
Remember me?
Beyond the broken ties
Between us lies eternity
Eternity

I am forgotten man
Remember me?
Beyond the broken ties
Between us lies eternity

I am forgotten man
Remember me?
Beyond the broken ties
Between us lies eternity

And you knew me well
Eternity
And you knew me well
Eternity
Eternity

© Garratt/McDonald
Bart Garratt - keyboards/background vocals
Bill Roelofs - drums
Brent McDonald - guitars, vocals, tambourine
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A Better Place

Where will I find it,
A thousand miles from home?
I was so certain
I've been down this road before
Been down this road before

I see it, I feel it
When I'm about to wake
A place I remember
If only in a dream
If only in a dream

Because where I am now
Needs more room somehow
No fences and an unobstructed view
And I'm looking for that place
I gotta have the space
I'm searching for a better place inside me

A better place inside me
Searching for a better place inside me
Searching for a better place inside

If I press forth I'll find true north
And make my way from there
And failing that I'll come right back
And start the search again

Because where I am now
Needs more room somehow
No fences and an unobstructed view
And I'm looking for that place
I gotta have the space
I'm searching for a better place inside me

A better place inside me
Searching for a better place inside me
Searching for a better place inside

When will I find it?
Inside I know
Still I keep asking
Am I already home?
Am I already home?

Because where I am now
Needs more room somehow
No fences and an unobstructed view
And I'm looking for that place
I gotta have the space
I'm searching for a better place inside me

A better place inside me
Searching for a better place inside me
Searching for a better place inside

I'm searching for a better place inside me
A better place inside me
Searching for a better place inside me
Searching for a better place inside

© Garratt/McDonald
Bart Garratt - keyboards/background vocals
Bill Roelofs - drums
Brent McDonald - guitars, vocals, tambourine
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Bread And Circus

Across the land a spirit is moving
It hollows the soul of a man
Because you run not hot nor cold
So I will turn my face from you again

The gift he gives us is a lock with no key
And thinks that we don't see his purpose
He tells the future
But with eyes that don't see
And thinks if we had bread and circus
That he can jerk us around like that

Across the land the harvest is wilting
We cursed the bounty one too many times
And as you sow so shall ye reap
A crop of greed just to raise the price

The gift he gives us is a lock with no key
And thinks that we don't see his purpose
He tells the future
But with eyes that don't see
And thinks if we had bread and circus
That he can jerk us around like that

Keep us dumb and fat
But we're not happy

Make your own way in liberty
Spoonful of ease, captivity
Across the land

The gift he gives us is a lock with no key
And thinks that we don't see his purpose
He tells the future
But with eyes that don't see
And thinks if we had bread and circus
That he can jerk us around like that

Across the land orphans are weeping
Their parents live
But have forgotten how to fight
Don't rock the boat, don't judge or question
Nothing is wrong if everything is right
Across the land

© Garratt/McDonald
Bart Garratt - keyboards/background vocals
Bill Roelofs - drums
Gil Bristol - bass
Brent McDonald - guitars, vocals, tambourine, additional keyboards
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Broken

Like a goldfish in a bowl
I am master of the world
And all that I survey
If you tell me that's not freedom
I ask what man is not a slave?

We are broken
We are scattered on the shore
And the pieces
That are lost we can't restore
Can you put me back together
Make me how I was before?

Every day we are reminded
What has changed and stayed the same
And what will never be
So we drink a cup of sorrow
'Til we believe the taste
Of bitterness is sweet

We are broken
We are scattered on the shore
And the pieces
That are lost we can't restore
Can you put me back together
Make me how I was before?

All our lives we work and struggle
For a measure of security
Where peace is found
And the day we think we’ve made it
Is the day before the wave
Comes crashing down

We are broken
We are scattered on the shore
And the pieces
That are lost we can't ignore
Can you make a shell that ever lasts?

That is unbroken
And not dashed upon the shore
Not in pieces
But as one forevermore
Until then we see through darkened glass

We are broken
All are broken
We are broken
Until then we see through darkened glass

Make me how I was before
Put me back together how I was before
Put me back together how I was before

© Garratt/McDonald
Bart Garratt - keyboards, vocals
Bill Roelofs - drums
Brent McDonald - guitars, vocals, tambourine, bass
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Mechanized Division

Comfort Zone

Tremor in my heart
Is it change about to start?
I held it back at first
Now the dam has burst
All the worry in the world
Won't change a thing

The shaking in the trees
Is more than just a breeze
It’s a wind of change that rearranged
The course my life was on before the storm

Keep it far as the twilight is to the dawn
As life to death and off to on
As sound to the mountain, famine to feast
Truth to lie and west to east

We see the writing on the wall
A final warning to us all
We know what goes before the fall

It slipped away in dark of night
The peace he thought was his birthright
He woke to find his heart pulled apart
Was it thirty years or just a day?

As close as a whisper, near as your skin
It’s all around and closing in
Shock and awe leave you all alone
Like a mechanized division
In your comfort zone

We see the writing on the wall
A final warning to us all
We know what goes before the fall

And when we think we have
Come to the end
There's one left that will
Make time stand still

We see the writing on the wall
A final warning to us all
We know what goes before the fall
We know what goes before the fall
We know what goes before

Mechanized Division (inst.)

The Writing

And when we think we have
Come to the end
There's one left that will
Make time stand still

See the writing on the wall
The final warning to us all
We know what goes before

© Garratt/McDonald
Bart Garratt - keyboards
Bill Roelofs - drums
Brent McDonald - acoustic and electric guitars, vocals, bass
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One True Currency


It's why A.I. waits an ice age
For one more day with her
And I look in while they sleep at night
To know that they're secure

And why a man lays his life down
For someone he doesn't know
Or the smallest act of kindness
That doesn't even show
Just because...

Everything old is new again
Everything new becomes old
One thing lasts forever
And can't be bought or be sold

It sustains
It remains
It's the one true currency

It's why a child is the first one
Out of bed on Christmas Day
And a father touched his heart
For the words he could not say
Just because...

Ending is just the beginning
Beginning is after the end
Rivers flow to the ocean
And start all over again

It sustains
It remains
It's the one true currency

It’s why we mourn a good friend’s passing
And celebrate a birth
Both remind us of this life we have
And how we spend it on this earth
Just because...

Everything old is new again
Everything new becomes old
One thing lasts forever
And can't be bought or be sold

It sustains
It remains
It's the one true currency

Ending is just the beginning
Beginning is after the end
Rivers flow to the ocean
And start all over again

It sustains
It remains

Everything old is new again
Everything new becomes old
One thing lasts forever
And can't be bought or sold

Ending is just the beginning
Beginning is after the end
Rivers flow to the ocean
And start all over again

It sustains…
Everything old is new again
Everything new becomes old
It remains…
One thing lasts forever
And can't be bought or sold
It's the one true currency

© Garratt/McDonald
Bart Garratt - keyboards, vocals
Bill Roelofs - drums
Brent McDonald - guitars, bass, vocals
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