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On this page are lyrics to Mannequin, Stones, Equal to the Task, and When You Think. For lyrics to other songs from Dreamtime, choose: Next Page.
I look at the mannequin in the window
I don't wanna look like that
I look at the magazine fashion model
I don't wanna look like that
I look at the monkey looking at me
Is it my fate to become what I see
I look at the mental manipulation
I don't wanna look at that
I look at the physical subjugation
I don't wanna look at that
I look at the monkey looking at me
Is it my fate to become what I see
Everywhere you look, can't help but look at the media
Open up your mouth, don't question how -- it'll feed ya
I look at the manic emaciation
I don't wanna look like that
I look at the masculist expectation
I don't wanna look like that
I look at the monkey looking at me
Is it my fate to become what I see
Everywhere you look, can't help but look -- mass hysteria
Open up your eyes, try it on for size -- the fit'll scare ya
I look at the mannequin in the window
I don't wanna look like that
I look at the magazine fashion model
I don't wanna look like that
I look at misogyny all around me
Is it my fate to become what they see
I look at the mannequin...
© Copyright 1995 Verlene Schermer/BMI
All Rights Reserved
There are stones on the highway
There are stones on the avenue
There are sones on the driveway
How'd they get there
There are stones in the garden
There are stones in the patio
There are stones in the kitchen
How'd they get there
I got a pocket full of pebbles
I got a wallet full of kindling
I got a heart full of rubble
How'd I get here
I got an eye full of darkness
I got an ear full of promises
I got a mouth full of silence
How'd I get here
There are stones in the kitchen
There are stones in the patio
There are stones in the garden
How'd they get there
There are sones on the driveway
There are stones on the avenue
There are stones on the highway
How'd they get there
How'd they get there
How'd they get there
© Copyright 1995 Verlene Schermer/BMI
All Rights Reserved
If I jump at the world, will it jump back at me
Will it be moved by my strength or will it even notice me at all
The problem is so massive, I am not equal to the task
I am not equal to the task, equal to the task
If I give my energy, will my energy return
Or will it float up through the atmosphere in little puffs of smoke
The problem is so massive, I am not equal to the task
I am not equal to the task, someone's whispering:
You can't change the world, but you can change your heart
No you can't change the whole world, but you can change your own part
And you can't change the world, but you can make a start
Oh, you can make a start, yeah
I know I shouldn't force it, but something's gotta give
There's just too much inertia and not nearly enough momentum
The problem is so massive, I am not equal to the task
I am not equal to the task, equal to the task
If it's such a simple matter, why should it matter to me
But I get madder every time I hear about how fast we're slowing down
The problem is so massive, I am not equal to the task
I am not equal to the task, someone's whispering:
You can't change the world, but you can change your heart
No you can't change the whole world, but you can change your own part
And you can't change the world, but you can make a start
Oh, you can make a start, yeah
If we all jump at the world, will it jump back at us
Will it be moved by our strength, will it finally notice
The problem is so massive, it's gonna take a lot of people jumping
A whole lot of people jumping, equal to the task
If we give our energy, most of it will return
And what doesn't will rise up and mark our path in little puffs of smoke
The problem is so massive, I am not equal to the task
You are not equal to the task, is someone listening:
You can't change the world, but you can change your heart
No you can't change the whole world, but you can change your own part
And you can't change the world, but you can make a start
Oh, you can make a start, yeah, yeah
Are we equal to the task, equal to the task
Are we equal to the task
© Copyright 1995 Verlene Schermer/BMI
All Rights Reserved
I am surrounded, crowded by the push and shove of life
I look around me, doubting I will ever see that light
The tunnel stretches long, longer than the length of my endurance
I wonder when will it end, but then around the bend comes your assurance
And when you think you think of brighter things
And when you speak you speak of what love brings
And when you dream you dream of having wings
To fly -- if only I could vision half as high
I read the paper, shaper of perception's universe
It isn't safe here: rapers, robbers, murderers and worse
The news is never good, could it be from too much television
I wonder where will it lead, we need to plant the seedof optimism
And when you think you think of brighter things
And when you speak you speak of what love brings
And when you dream you dream of having wings
To fly -- if only I could vision half as high
© Copyright 1995 Verlene Schermer/BMI
All Rights Reserved
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