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Wind At My Back
06:52
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Fifty-two in the front eleven teeth behind
I never seen a bluer sky ain’t never seen a greener light
Not lookin’ for trouble not tryin’ to hide
But the faster I go the better I feel
There ain’t no stoppin’ now don’t tell me to heel
CHORUS:
I got the wind at my back
Wind at my back…
‘Cross the plains and up the climbs
Don’t matter none I got air on my side
Out of the west across the fields
There ain’t no stoppin’ now don’t tell me to heel
CHORUS
Black rubber slices hundred PSI
Indestructible quadriceps that take me everywhere I don’t deny
I don’t wanna belay the dull roar in my ears
But the faster I go the bigger the high
Got plenty time for restin’ after I die
CHORUS
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Killers
03:14
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I see the killers out on the street
Rollin’ with a boom that knocks you off your feet
In every color shape and size
Gasoline veins and piston thighs
It’s bloody murder around every bend
Run off the road and left for dead
From Carolina to the Canyonlands
Eighteen-wheelers and unmarked vans
I see the killers out on the street
Burnin’ down the road but I got them beat
It’s such a pleasure to lay the hammer down
Fifty miles an hour on the drop into town
My sweat is shining flood every pore
However much I got I want more more more
My heart is blastin’ blood through my veins
Ain’t no castle I’m the king of the lane
CHORUS:
This is the sight this is the pain
Watchin’ the world slip away
This is the sight this is insane
Lost in the poison of our dying days
I see the killers
CHORUS
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Nowhere To Go
02:28
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Early Tuesday mornin’ on my way to work
See an old man walkin’ cigarette in his mouth cap covered in dirt
Flip flops and a beer in his hand
Well on his way to the promised land
He’s flyin’ too high livin’ too low
Nowhere to turn nowhere to go
Early Tuesday mornin’ on my way to work
See a little kid cryin’ out in front of his trailer and he’s clearly hurt
His mom is yellin’ and raisin’ her hand
He screams and cries as she smacks him again
She’s flyin’ too high livin’ too low
Nowhere to turn nowhere to go
Yeah the sun is shinin’ so that I can see
But I don’t know what to do and I don’t know how to be
Flyin’ too high livin’ too low
Nowhere to turn nowhere to go
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4. |
No Gods No Masters
02:22
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Slowly like a fog in the mornin’ over water we’re driftin’
Shadows tall and strong disappear into the new day
Song is ringin’ out music’s comin’ in
Voices of the woods voices of our kin
Reverb of the hills reflecting melody over land
CHORUS:
Burnin’ like a jealous lover I see our star is shinin’
Rising turnin’ black into blue
Spinning on an axis invisible to our naked minds
Yeah stronger light will show us the truth
Sure as vanity in the mirror is a spiller of secrets
Time and minds allied to get beyond “In the beginning”
Song is ringin’ out music’s comin’ in
Beauty in ourselves beauty in our kin
Gardens of the mind laden with a fruit overhead
CHORUS:
Burnin’ like a jealous lover I see our star is shinin’
Rising turnin’ black into blue
Spinning on an axis invisible to our naked minds
Yeah stronger minds will show us the truth
No gods no masters
Bring it louder bring it faster
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I wasn’t born broken but there is something like faith I have
I may not be here tomorrow in sorrow seeds of goodness deep within us
My mind is mine and no one else’s
No I’m not immortal and to the ones who like to say I am give up your tryin’
Sun is shinin’ hot and blindin’ and I don’t know why we need an explanation
CHORUS:
There’s a fire burnin’ in the darkness
I wasn’t born broken but there is something like faith I have in possibility
Humility clemency humanism is remedy for lies and crimes of superstition
No I’m not immortal and to the ones who like to say I am the holy factors
Thieves and hackers high and mighty hallowed actors
Why do we need their empty benedictions
CHORUS
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6. |
The End Of Faith
03:36
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Pledge allegiance to the logic and pain
To know that we’ll suffer maybe die in vain
There’s no entitlement and no guarantees
Just power used impeccably and the courage to think
We are the infidels the heathens indeed
Acting out of love for the world at our feet
We are inexorable by superstitious hate
The beginning of the living is the end of faith
CHORUS:
Uncritical loyalty is insanity
Belief in absurdity leads to atrocity
Rejecting ignorance and the unjustified
Worldly knowledge suffocates the mythical mind
Inoculated from violent martyrdom
Divested of the shackles of the mentally numb
No consolation at the expense of the truth
Canonized tales of yore are hardly a proof
It’s so ridiculous to believe in a fate
The start of evolution is the end of faith
CHORUS
Now is the time to feel the light
Now is the time to sing
Now is the time to embrace your might
Now is the time to lead
CHORUS
Now is the time to seek the truth
Find what is right in your mind
Now is the time to deny the lines
Making sacred and divine out of lies
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7. |
I'm Alone
05:12
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Sun’s comin’ up after a starry night
Shedding light on this little nowhere town
We came en masse rollin’ in slow and fast
We staked our claims in a grassy field
Sun’s comin’ up after a solitary night
It isn’t right to sleep all alone
I need my honey to squeeze me tight
Her lips to soothe me and chase away my pain
CHORUS:
The sun is burnin’ my wheels are turnin’ and I’m alone
The rain is fallin’ but the road is callin’ and I’m alone
Out on the road lookin’ for a speck of shade
We’ve got it made pedalin’ for a week
No bills to pay and all we can eat
But I need my woman to give me her love to make me smile to feel her heat
CHORUS
Seems so long since I’ve been dreamin’
Seems so long since I’ve been seein’
All the days and all the nights alone
I’m alone
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8. |
If I Was On My Bike
02:54
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I’m stuck in a cage the size of a bug
Tried to make some time but I’m out of luck
Truck of death ahead and a taxi behind
Spent the whole morning just sittin’ in line
But if I was on my bike I’d be there by now
If I was on my bike I’d be there by now
It’s eight o’clock I’ve been up since five
Gotta get to work gotta make a dime
Get some clothes on my back and shoes on my feet
Rather trade them out for some cycling cleats
‘Cause if I was on my bike I’d be there by now
If I was on my bike I’d be there by now
Feel the drummer in a Rush cover band
Who’s become numb in his feet and his hands
Red barchetta doesn’t fit the part
My pedal machine is closer to the heart
‘Cause if I was on my bike I’d be there by now
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9. |
Fallow Field
04:50
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I lay in a fallow field
Next to a stand of young locust trees
The swift creek running milk-chocolate brown led me here
Out of sight of the dead-end road
I feel the power of the sky
As the thunder shakes the earth
And the rain begins to hammer down
CHORUS:
Miles behind and miles to go
Burnin’ in the summertime heat
Miles behind and miles to go
And tonight in a warm fallow field
The roar of the storm fades away
Leaving the sound of the crickets and the breeze
Tucked into the tall grass is a man and his wheels
Silent and pulsing like a firefly’s glow
I feel the power of the sky
As the stars fall to earth
Leaving a trail of dust in my lungs
CHORUS
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The Tailwinds Athens, Ohio
Attila Horvath- guitar, bass, drums and vocals
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