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BOOK THREE: CONTRAST lyrics: J. Morse © 1984 XII - Another Turn As I walk down another pathway of confusion I look forward to a brighter day As I steer through another turn I see the signs And I can't find the words to say Won't you show me the way. . . Take me through another turn It's a game of crash and burn No more lessons there to learn As life takes another turn XIII - Left Field Reminiscing Something's missing In that field of green No one seeing No revealing What once was the scene Just one more day That you may Never see again Such a happy time What was in your conscience then? And you will stare across that field Wondering what good all your dreams were then You know your destiny's been mapped out for you But still you choose to run across that field. . . And you will stare across that field Wondering what good all your dreams were then You know your destiny's been mapped out for you But still you choose to run across that field. . . XIV - Antiseptic (instrumental) XV - Business Strip (part one) Coming into view, a sight long overdue Utopia and dollar signs converge Places shining bright till nine o'clock at night Instead of growing dim, the lights emerge Remember what you thought long ago All the poor men's children dying away You never thought you'd look at things that way Remember what you thought long ago All the poor men's children dying away You never thought you'd look at things that way See the money flow, see the dollars come and go It wasn't quite like this not too long ago See them waste and spend, over there it's near the end How much strength can one broken man show? Remember what you thought long ago All the poor men's children dying away You never thought you'd look at things that way XVI - Chapter Eleven (part two) There's a building that houses an oil co. Now the empty windows catch my view The owner hasn't surfaced for years and years Pocketed her winnings Stockholders, still they cry For what she's done to them Screwing the investors All for her selfish whim All turned quiet Before the judgement fell We understand it now Society is hell XVII - Merry-Go-Round (instrumental) Continued in Book Four: Discovery Composition notes on CITY |