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IN A MANNER OF SPEAKING
In a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That I could never forget the way
You told me everything
By saying nothing
In a manner of speaking
I don't understand
How love in silence becomes reprimand
But the way that I feel about you
Is beyond words
Oh, give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me
Everything
Oh, give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me
Nothing
In a manner of speaking
Semantics won't to do
In this life that we live
We only make do
and the way that I feel
Might have to be sacrificed
So, in a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That like you
I should just find a way
To tell you everything
by saying nothing
Oh, give me the word
Give me the word
Give me the
word...
© Winston Tong, 1985/2005
- SOMA -
Forced druggings, the third dregree
A-bomb, a burn, a baby
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Soma the miracle drug
Have you tried Soma?
It's the turn of the century
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No nerves
Just an endless ride
No more sick, no more hell
No more confusion
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Soma Soma
The world's stable now
People are happy
They get what they want
And they never want what they can't get
They're well off, they're safe, they're never ill
They're not afraid of death
They're blissfully ignorant of passion
And old age
They've got no wives or children or loves
To feel strongly about
They're so well conditioned
That they pratically can't help
Behaving as they ought to behave
And if anything goes wrong
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Half a gram for a half holiday
A gram for a weekend
Two grams for a trip to the glorious east
Three for a dark eternity on the moon
No more lows, no doze
No nerves
Just an endless ride
No more sick, no more hell
No more confusion
Now there's Soma
LOVE / NO HOPE
-by Winston Tong
~ All content © Winston Tong, 2005