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MAX Q - 1989

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1- Sometimes
2- Way of the world
3- Ghost of the year
4- Everything
5- Concrete
6- Zero -2-0
7- Soul Engine
8- Buckethead
9- Monday night by satellite
10- Tight
11- Ot - ven - rot

Producido por: Michael Hutchence y Ollie Olsen  
Co-escrito por: Michael Hutchence   
Co-producido por: Michael Huchence   
Voz: Michael Hutchence

 

Sometimes

(Ollie Olsen)

Sometimes I can't believe my brain
And sometimes I can't believe my brain
And sometimes you gotta take a chance on yourself
And sometimes you gotta take a chance on yourself

Cause when the power strikes you blind
They can see it in your eyes
And it doesn't take too much to read
Too much to read your mind

Cause when the power strikes you blind
They can see it in your eyes
And it doesn't take too much to read
Too much to read your mind

Sometimes I can't believe your brain
And sometimes I can't believe your brain
And sometimes you gotta take a chance on yourself
And sometimes you gotta take a chance on yourself

Cause when the power strikes you blind
They can see it in your eyes
And it doesn't take too much to read
Too much to read your mind

Cause when the power strikes you blind
They can see it in your eyes
And it doesn't take too much to read
Too much to read your mind

Cause when the power strikes you blind
They can see it in your eyes
And it doesn't take too much to read
Too much to read your mind

Cause when the power strikes you blind
They can see it in your eyes
And it doesn't take too much to read
Too much to read your mind

Cause when the power strikes you blind
They can see it in your eyes
And it doesn't take too much to read
Too much to read your mind

Cause when the power strikes you blind
They can see it in your eyes
And it doesn't take too much to read
Too much to read your mind

Way Of The World

(Ollie Olsen)

Listen...

You are born into this world
Looking down the barrel of a gun
And those who hold the gun
Want you to work fast and die young

And if you don't work
If you don't obey
They'll make you live in fear till your dying day
Those who govern hold the gun to your head
With religions, corporations, proud of the blood
They have shed

Whether its God or the bomb
It's just the same
It's only fear under another name
Whether its God or the bomb
It's just the same
It's only fear under another name

And the corporate snakes coming in to feed
On that pathetic fact known as human greed
Skin and bones being raked over those hot coals
This dump never seems to give time for human soul

And all those things that we have learnt
No time for questions you'll just get burnt
Listen - you'll just get burnt

Whether its God or the bomb
It's just the same
It's only fear under another name
Whether its God or the bomb
It's just the same
It's only fear under another name

And those words crush you flat
Like your skull's under a brick
And the fear's so damn strong
That it makes you sick
And you can see right through those eyes
That make you fear, that make you lie

And you're taught to hold high
Yet you wonder why
Dumb values forced upon you by the
Living lie
Whether it's God or the bomb
It's just the same
It's only fear under another name

Whether its God or the bomb
It's just the same
It's only fear under another name
Whether its God or the bomb
It's just the same
It's only fear under another name

Whether its God or the bomb
It's just the same
It's only fear under another name
Whether its God or the bomb
It's just the same
It's only fear under another name

Ghost Of The Year

(M.Hutchence & Ollie Olsen)

I'm counting on you
To count my blessings
I'm counting on you
To count the fingers on my hands
That's the amount of time I've got

I'll always feel drowned
I'll always feel drowned
I'll always feel drowned

And now they wanna crown me
For the Ghost of the Year
And now they wanna crown me
For the Ghost of the Year
And now they wanna crown me
For the Ghost of the Year
And now they wanna crown me
For the Ghost of the Year

New message from the airwaves
One saved one alive
A new message hits my brain
I'm alive I'm alive I'm alive I'm somebody today

There's a great deal of fear inside
And I'm right in my conclusions
A great deal of pain inside
And I'm supposed to be alright

And now they wanna crown me
For the Ghost of the Year
And now they wanna crown me
For the Ghost of the Year
And now they wanna crown me
For the Ghost of the Year
And now they wanna crown me
For the Ghost of the Year

Down on the street
To search for feel
The people on the street they make me real

So I'm counting on you
To count my blessings
I'm counting on you
To count the fingers on my hands
That's the amount of time I've got

I'll always feel drowned
I'll always be around
I'll always feel drowned

And now they wanna crown me
For the Ghost of the Year
And now they wanna crown me
For the Ghost of the Year
And now they wanna crown me
For the Ghost of the Year
And now they wanna crown me
For the Ghost of the Year

And now they wanna crown me
For the Ghost of the Year
And now they wanna crown me
For the Ghost of the Year
And now they wanna crown me
For the Ghost of the Year
And now they wanna crown me
For the Ghost of the Year

Everything

(M.Hutchence & Ollie Olsen)

This is a message from innerspace
This is a message from me to you face to face
The continuity of all you gave
Time to undo the shackles of a slave

And

Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything
Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything

Here comes positivity cruisin' on a wave
We've got every dream recorded
Loaded up and ready to save
Feed off that power that's in your dreams
Mass total energy from things unseen

And

Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything
Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything

Ignore the architect of our dreams
Spinning the wheel with thought unseen
Part of the whole ignorance removes the soul
And sends it scurrying blindly
Off to dig its hole

And

Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything
Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything

Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything
Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything

Here comes positivity cruisin' on a wave
We've got every dream recorded loaded up and ready to save
Feed off that power that's in your dreams
Mass total energy from things unseen

And

Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything
Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything

Concrete

(M.Hutchence & Ollie Olsen)

I'm sitting in a bar
Staring at the universe that's in my drink
The motion of my straw
Is stirring anti-clockwise in the glass

I recall the moments... well
And I raise my glass to you
You held me in your arms
And saved me from despair

And as I'm older and more stupid
The years have etched studipity into my skull
I condemn my foolishness
And I raise my glass to you

Yeah, the world is packed with murderers and madmen
They promise us a slow, slow death
Those who torture with a smile
I don't like their idea of business at all

And in this drink I see my momemtary freedom
But I know the smell of my own prison
Yes I know it well
I know the smell of me

(Fascination won't change my mind)

I hear those telephones ringing
Every body wants out
Ring... all those sleepless nights
And those wailing phones won't set things right

Such a state of disorder
Go one way, two ways, four
Anyway, our feet are still cramped
Oh sure it's a concrete idea

You can say what you want
Fascination won't change my mind

You can say what you want
Fascination won't change my mind

You can say what you want
Fascination won't change my mind

You can say what you want
Fascination won't change my mind

Won't change my mind

Zero -2-0

(M.Hutchence &Ollie Olsen)
[instrumental]

 

Soul Engine

(M.Hutchence & Ollie Olsen)
We were talking
While driving at night
Talking about freedom
Freedom in golden cages

Illusions... some call them dreams
Someone said "Do the words make a difference"
She said, "Never underestimate your soul"
We took to the highway in a car full of dreams

You bought your freedom
In golden cages
Some people call dreams
You bought your freedom
In golden cages
Some people call dreams

If you strip everything away
What are you left with
Left with nothing
If you took away your big black cat

Would there be anything at all

Your hats and furs and diamond rings
Don't mean a thing, don't mean a thing
And those chains you got aroung your neck
They're just pulling you down

Walk naked to me
Walk naked to me
Walk naked to me

You bought your freedom
In golden cages
Some people call dreams
You bought your freedom
In golden cages
Some people call dreams
You bought your freedom
In golden cages
Some people call dreams
You bought your freedom
In golden cages
Some people call dreams

Buckethead

(Ollie Olsen)
I'm trying to get through
I'm trying to get through
From the minds out of you
From the minds out of you

Well sometimes you feel like hell
And your whole world is hell as well
Yeah sometimes you feel just like
All you can do is sleep

There's an eyeball upon your shoulder
And Lord it's been there such a long time
And you can't escape this feeling
Though there's nothing there, there's nothing wrong

There's a monitor where the mind once was
An aircraft passes overhead
Resounds like the rain in the bucket of my head
Bones just like guns
Marching off to bore
Some sizeable holes in this suit of skin

I'm trying to get through
I'm trying to get through
From the minds out of you
From the minds out of you

Well sometimes you feel like hell
And your whole world is hell as well
Sometimes you feel just like
All you can do is sleep

I know that sickness is here
Come on and buy your own disease
Cause we're the product of the product
Can't turn but to rot, but to rot

There's a monitor where the mind once was
An aircraft passes overhead
Resounds like the rain in the bucket of my head
Bones just like guns
Marching off to bore
Some sizeable holes in this suit of skin

There's a monitor where the mind once was
An aircraft passes overhead
Resounds like the rain in the bucket of my head
Bones just like guns
Marching off to bore
Some sizeable holes in this suit of skin

I'm trying to get through
I'm trying to get through
From the minds out of you
From the minds out of you

I'm trying to get through
I'm trying to get through
From the minds out of you
From the minds out of you

Sometimes you feel like hell
Sometimes you feel like hell
Sometimes you feel like hell
Sometimes you feel like hell
Sometimes you feel like hell
Sometimes you feel like hell
Sometimes you feel like hell
Sometimes we feel like hell

I'm trying to get through
I'm trying to get through
From the minds out of you
From the minds out of you

Monday Night By Satellite

(Ollie Olsen)
You stained my chair
I stained your dress
People think we're brats
But I think we're pretty smart

Monday night by satellite
I'm walking through your dreams
Life's so strange when we're together
But I feel like we're twins

Oh the will
To carry on
The time is short
But I have the time

If I were to spend my life over
I'd spend it with you
Monday night by satellite
I love you

Monday night
Monday night
Monday night
Monday night by satellite

Tight

(M.Hutchence & Ollie Olsen)

Hold tight
Nothing missing
Look around
Pupils glisten
Can you listen?
Or is it that
You've learnt too much
What's your limit

Teeth are clenched
Chords in the neck are tense
Sometimes it seems to make no sense
(You know you've heard a pack of lies)
Teeth are clenched
Chords in the neck are tense
Sometimes it seems to make no sense
(Yeah)
Teeth are clenched
Chords in the neck are tense
Sometimes it seems to make no sense
So hold tight, and don't you cry

Hold tight
Yeah, I can see you
You got it all under your skin
Turn around where you stand
Everybody take aim at adversity

Teeth are clenched
Chords in the neck are tense
Sometimes it seems to make no sense
(You know you've heard a pack of lies)
Teeth are clenched
Chords in the neck are tense
Sometimes it seems to make no sense
(Yeah)
Teeth are clenched
Chords in the neck are tense
Sometimes it seems to make no sense
So hold tight, and don't you cry

Hold tight
I got ya message
I got it all
And there's no limit
The travel between our dreams
Has not come to an end
So let's keep up
Our unholy alliance

Teeth are clenched
Chords in the neck are tense
Sometimes it seems to make no sense
(You know you've heard a pack of lies)
Teeth are clenched
Chords in the neck are tense
Sometimes it seems to make no sense
(Yeah)
Teeth are clenched
Chords in the neck are tense
Sometimes it seems to make no sense
So hold tight, and don't you cry

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ot -Ven - Rot

(M.Hutchence & Ollie Olsen)
To the world below where the junk ain't so bright

Now this bruised brain can only take so much heat
This mind has been used as a skittle in a dustbowl
A wrecking of the soul - turned over and spewed out
Carried away by the junk left behind by all

Till the cattle finally come home
And all the workers bodies pile up
Like so many used cars
Till the cattle finally come home
And all the workers bodies pile up
Like so many used cars

This carriage of skin and bones is my home
I'm in need of new tissue but I ain't gonna get it
I use the leftovers the junk left behind by all
That junk chucked away to be replaced
By some new

So bright and shiny golden and silver
That it shatters the sun
So as God can see it
And will not spit on their land
That land was bought by the skin of their teeth

Or the spine and spirit of those crushed below them
In a world below where the junk ain't so bright
And those who got it - build for those who got better
Anything they want with their bones and skin

Till the cattle finally come home
And all the workers bodies pile up
Like so many used cars
Till the cattle finally come home
And all the workers bodies pile up
Like so many used cars

Till the cattle finally come home
And all the workers bodies pile up
Like so many used cars
Till the cattle finally come home
And all the workers bodies pile up
Like s many used cars

Anything they want with their bones and skin

 

 
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