the eye-net; a mech photo file detail
All those faceless, worthless wretches given faces, names, through ID tags
The second part of the file was new faces, new »
God-Eye Command
Obey
by Axis of Advance
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Nobody's broken through
Got to concentrate, file away
Every last detail
Don't want to lose what's going down
I want to remember everything I'm feeling »
Hold On
The Collection [Alex]
by Santana
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the main accounts and pulls the files, detailing every treason.
I am the last one you'd ever suspect of setting the fire, of setting the fire.
But as you »
Whatever You Want
Dreaming Through the Noise
by Vienna Teng
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Oceanside swales
If you don't feel pretty
With your face in the tide
Well, file your complaint in weary detail
And tell the little people you tried »
Cold Comfort Flowers
Sky Full of Holes
by Fountains of Wayne
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speak of
When you talk to Sam at the bar
But it's in the details your story often fails
Yeah, close, but no cigar
And you might see your own ass in »
All the Lilacs in Ohio
The Tiki Bar Is Open
by John Hiatt
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heart
It's the heart of darkness
Now you live in a filing cabinet
You're another painful smiling face
What you had doesn't even have the grace »
Dark Dark Heart
Here Comes the Groom
by John Wesley Harding
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To the detail, how we do it when we're making this music
After that I made it a rule:
I only do email responses to print interviews
Because there people love »
Get Me Gone
The Rising Tied
by Fort Minor
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Holy fucking shit!
Holy fucking shit!
Holy fucking shit!
Holy fucking shit
Holy fucking shit
Holy fucking shit
Let the x-file be entered
As some »
Roseta Stoned
10,000 Days
by Tool
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you out in the street
I could close my ears and still move my mouth to the beat
Dial-up to your network and make your files delete
Count to three, »
Cenoir Studies 02
Mic Club: The Curriculum
by Canibus
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somehow left behind
In some file I cannot access sits some corner of my brain.
But I didn?t mean to bring Mom up or stand here and complain!
For the simple »
Invention
This Place I Know
by Stephanie J. Block
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the hidden computers.
Software in the hardware. Documented and filed.
We have no access to the information that they have stored on us.
Ticker-tape alter »
Yes Sir, I Will
Christ the Bootleg
by Crass
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| BTW, Why won't you become an editor? |
