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Mars ILL - Tales from Cloud 7
(from the album Sound Methods)
© copyright 2002


Verse 1:
"Farewell" I whispered under my breath as I stood under the stairwell/
Wondering where hell could differ from life, never a fairy tale/
Read the writing on the wall, but the words were spelled incorrectly/
Wanted to make it right, but yet subconscious wouldn't let me/
Ready to decorate those same walls with the insides of my skull/
Steady-handed, hyped depression made the palette fade to dull/
And ultimately, I felt like this planet was out to get me/
A muted gun blast was the exit sign, with no questions left to ask/
But Iíve got questions left to ask, and Iíve got things Iíve never done/
So many people Iíve never met, and Iíve got races left to run/
And just this once I won't be a coward, Iíll play the role of the selfless/
Live this day-by-day existence, even though at time's it's hellish/
Maybe Iíll write a book on future philosophy to make Socrates jealous/
Iíll move to the middle of the desert and train an entire legion of zealots/
Iíll decorate the skyline with a felt tip, fellowship with world leaders/
Organize a campaign to give the poorest children the best teachers.

Hook:
Or maybe i'll just live, breathe in and out and in again/
Until the end comes, search for the truth and then some/
Win some, lose more, but still the fight continues/
Carry on, young man, carry on/
Carry the cross across time, over the line and stand strong/
Carry on, young man, carry on/
Look that depression in the eye, because it can't last long/
Carry on, young man, carry on.

Verse 2:
"Farewell" I call to friends and family, cry and wave goodbye/
Enlisted courage by my side because Iím not afraid to die/
I'll pray and try to keep my hand from shaking, bite my bottom lip/
Fight the good fight for my children's right to exist/
It's come to this: peace keeping conflict/
Who's being honest/
Why can't we learn from history and try to move beyond this/
Stationed in Vietnam, ten-digit number becomes my name/
Smoke your marijuana to try and ease the pain/
Estray my mind on acid paths to try and get away/
My best friend "casualty" stepped on a landmine yesterday/
And let's just say Iím less than thrilled to swallow this jagged little pill/
I just want to go home to my dead-end nine-to-five and pay the bills.

Hook:
Will I be half the man I was before? Will they ever understand/
A mission and contraband, blurred lines drawn to right and wrong/
Bottom line, I made it through so I know you can/
Carry on, young man, carry on/
Flashback to victories won when you hear that certain song/
Carry on, young man, carry on/
We got you to thank for the free earth we stand upon/
Carry on, young man, carry on
om history and try to move beyond this?
stationed in vietnam, ten-digit number becomes my name
smoke your marijuana to try and ease the pain
estray my mind on acid paths to try and get away
my best friend "casualty" stepped on a landmine yesterday
and let's just say i'm less than thrilled to swallow this jagged little pill
i just want to go home to my dead-end nine-to-five and pay the bills

will i be half the man i was before? will they ever understand?
a mission and contraband, blurred lines drawn to right and wrong
bottom line, i made it through so i know you can
carry on, young man, carry on
flashback to victories won when you hear that certain song
carry on, young man, carry on
we got you to thank for the free earth we stand upon
carry on, young man, carry on