Focused on ourselves the world becomes our mirror.
We only see what we want to see.
CHORUS
It's inside, it's outside, it's behind,
It's in front of us and we barely have the time
To know of the connection between the eye and the object.
The hand and the touch.
(Instrumental chorus)
VERSE THREE
The self is born from the womb of the object. I
The mind expands across the whole universe.
Nature and nurture fight it out over dinner.
Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
Round and round we go, the wheel of confusion.
Where does it stop where does it begin?
CHORUS
It's inside, it's outside, it's behind,
It's in front of us and we barely have the time
To know of the connection between the eye and the object.
The hand and the touch.
There is no reasoning which sheds a light on the idea that
We are all, separate from the world.
And here we go digging deeper down into the world of the self.
And soon begin to stop across
CODA
The line in the sand
Past duality.
What's behind that let's take a look see.
Is it making sense according to our story?
What is the story?
That we tell to each other.
What is the story?
That we tell to each other.
What is our story now?
What is our story now?
What is our story now?
What is our story now?
***
OUT OF THE UNDERWORLD
Now, here we stand, at the edge of the universe.
Time, has no meaning here, in the underworld, down deep.
We know, the shadow, the dark spaces.
In the underworld, we confront our fears, and become ourselves.
Becoming whole is the key to being free and thinking
For ourselves, it all comes down to that.
And we don't want our hopes and fears to be manipulated
By the power of the media machine. The
State and corporation, propaganda mind control.
We reject it and we refuse to buy in.
We're gonna start today to build a better world.
For all the unborn generation the people who carry it
On, On, On, On, On, On, On
***
SORT IT OUT
VERSE ONE
Don't believe all I hear on the radio
Don't believe all I see on the TV show
Don't believe all I read in papers and magazines
Don't believe all the lies that they're feeding me
CHORUS
It's time, time to sort it out
Time, time to sort it out
VERSE TWO
Walking down the street feel concrete underneath my feet
Walking down the street each thing itself is each complete
Walking down the street hear cars and birds and people talking
Walking down the street it's me I'm there and I'm just walking
CHORUS
It's time, time to sort it out
Time, time to sort it out
VERSE THREE
Incoming message beaming in bright from my news machine
Incoming message yes I think I know just what you mean
Incoming message think I'll change the channel on my TV set
Incoming message no I'll turn it off that's better yet
CHORUS
It's time, time to sort it out
Time, time to sort it out
credits
from Over The Line,
released December 2, 2020
Written by Brian O'Connell
Widely known for his inventive and kinetic bass and touch guitar playing with Arukah, Uncle Sammy, Gordon Stone, Gary
Backstrom, Dave Brunyak, and Dead Man's Waltz. O'Connell also has a strong compositional approach that is featured in his rock opera and original bands. His most recent solo project is a podcast-rock opera about the Salem Witch Trials called Witch Hunt. www.brianvoconnell.com...more
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