Chris Rudolf

by Chris Rudolf

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This strange new world is impossibly clean As we spill from the monster’s mouth into its dream Our hands wave hello to the passing parade While we lie on our chairs and relax in the shade The milkman comes by and the mailman, too The banker, the grocer, and the paperboy blue There’s no reason to wish for things we don’t hold Or to think of the future, it’s already sold We’ve already died Between these lines Will we ever learn How many times do our hands have to burn Once there were dragons, now there are wars To keep us afraid of dying, behind locked doors Ready to sell anything someone’s willing to buy Our morals, our bodies, or the clear blue sky This strange new world is always the same But each day the highest bidder changes its name Tomorrow it’s Apple the next day it’s Chase While we stare at the stars falling from grace From all the religions to which we cleave But no one knows what they really believe If you can’t gaze into the abyss all alone They’re happy to hand you a lie to call home We’ve already died Between these lines Will we ever learn How many times do our hands have to burn Once there were dragons, now there are wars To keep us afraid of dying, behind locked doors Ready to sell anything someone’s willing to buy Our morals, our bodies, or the clear blue sky There’s one thing that could save Every last living soul And though it may seem shallow We’ve got to have our goals If we could put a computer In the hands of each boy and girl It’s more important than food In this strange new — This strange new world
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Looking off in the distance at a Western desert sunset Search the fading light that chases our dreams Each day that passes the weight of time upon us Reality that’s known is not what it seems Ancestors before and generations after Followed the future from the palm of their hands Trusting the timeless muse of the wanderer’s cold laughter Existence left behind in the trek to foreign lands How can we know Just what the future holds? Spirits will go The path that was foretold Through sand and snow A vastness the eyes behold Blue skies that glow Shimmer of triumph’s gold Walking down the path of hope, dreams and freedom Supposing that tomorrow is different from today Unrestrained we cling to the arc of fate’s pendulum Chance is always worth a leap into the fray Landing on the other side of destiny’s equation Everything seems different, uncertainty’s been tamed Laughing in the joy of privileged exploitation A strange and mindful knowing that much is all the same How could we know our dreams were already sold? There is no regret, No prizes for growing old Rejoice in the Flow The journey forever goes Contentment to know Faith in the road we chose Walking down the path of hope, dreams and freedom Supposing that tomorrow is different from today Unrestrained we cling to the arc of fate’s pendulum Chance is always worth a leap into the fray
3.
The only things I carried As I fled the mountain’s wrath Were this book of broken promises And the memory of her laugh As the fire came upon us Like a red and raging flood Or a snake fat with poison Hungry for our blood Is this our day of reckoning Our descent into the mouth of hell? If only we can find a way Back to the grace from which we fell And as the lava swallowed up Everything we had been Every house and road and statue Every unoriginal sin She spread her arms like wings And rose high into the air To some colder heaven Leaving us bowed in prayer Now the book stands as testament To all that we have lost So we don’t forget the lessons That our blind faith has cost And we won’t be condemned to fall Into the same traps again As we walk into a future Where no one before has been The few of us survivors Have made a solemn bond To heed the wise one’s words And not to waste the dawn To live in the moment Without hate or fear or lies Walk as brothers and sisters Where volcanoes rise Where volcanoes rise Where volcanoes rise
4.
I fall into the Sun I am undone a fallen God For every battle I’ve won The glory’s wrought and its gone When Heaven comes I’ll promise anything To buy my way beyond my sin Forsake my swords and golden rings All my wealth to wear those wings That I can never win I stare into the sky With kindred eyes I’m far too blind To see the price I’ve paid For all these lies I can’t unwind When Heaven comes I’ll promise anything To buy my way beyond my sin Forsake my swords and golden rings All my wealth to wear those wings That I can never win That I can never win Every soldier fears to fall Dreads the voice that soon will call Commandment’s judgement down All the blood he’s made to spill In contrast to Heaven’s will Floods around him till he drowns He’ll try to trade his blades and guns When Heaven comes He’ll pray for mercy while blood still runs When Heaven comes He’ll fall into a million Suns When Heaven comes A million Suns When Heaven comes
5.
Taxman 05:17
Let me tell you how it will be There’s one for you, nineteen for me ‘Cause I’m the Taxman Yeah, I’m the Taxman Should five per cent appear too small Be thankful I don’t take it all ‘Cause I’m the Taxman Yeah, I’m the Taxman If you drive a car, I’ll tax the street If you try to sit, I’ll tax your seat If you get too cold, I’ll tax the heat If you take a walk, I’ll tax your feet Taxman. ‘Cause I’m the Taxman Yeah, I’m the Taxman Don’t ask me what I want it for Haha! Mister Geithner If you don’t want to pay some more Haha! Uncle Ben ‘Cause I’m the Taxman Yeah, I’m the Taxman Now my advice for those who die, Taxman Declare the pennies on your eyes, Taxman ‘Cause I’m the Taxman Yeah, I’m the Taxman And you’re working for no one but me Taxman
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Choices we make in the present Always seem to chase us We never can outrun them Sins of the Fathers still haunt us Limiting our freedom We simply can’t escape them In this time Why is there search for truth? Wisdom is lost on youth Prisoners of the caste Hope for the new comes last What guide has eyes to see? I trust in the dreams of the future More than I do in the history of the past Destiny, the savior of circumstance Road ahead, deliverance in the path Questions that can never be answered Are the ones we search for To satisfy our longing All the burdens we’ve learned to carry They only weigh us down With no way to grow younger By design How can we ever trust A world that seems so unjust? The first guilty as the last These careless stones we cast Ripple back to our shore I trust in the dreams of the future More than I do in the history of the past Destiny, the savior of circumstance Road ahead, deliverance in the path I trust in the power of nature To turn us back from the brink of the abyss Find a way, transcend to the promised land Close your eyes, make a sovereign wish Every moment of our existence We’re faced with many choices Infinite decisions Paths we take are now the open present Forge our own reality Accept responsibility For our lives…. Where is the will to change? Afraid of the unknown strange The only way to evolve From the clay which we crawled Rise up as One and sing I trust in the dreams of the future More than I do in the history of the past Destiny, the savior of circumstance Road ahead, deliverance in the path I believe there’s more than given destiny We can choose, unbound from the dance Fortune’s smile belongs to the holder Of the key that opens doors of chance

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Chris Rudolf - electric and acoustic guitars, vocals, keyboards, bass guitar

Steve Lauer - drums

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released December 15, 2012

Produced by Chris Rudolf

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Chris Rudolf Seattle, Washington

Guitarist, vocalist, and composer with Timelight

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