Probe

Probe was released in 2003 to much anticipation.

 

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    More Than it's Not // Beautiful People // Rhino Man // Breathing // Life in Cars // My New Town // The Empress // Be Sincere // We Could Go Out Tonight // Lovetown // 241

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    M o r e T h a n i t ' s N o t

    On Monday morning he drives wild through the valley
    Golden concepts and grandiose schemes
    He’s ripping up the airways, he’s the hot tip on the street
    Lining his pockets and feeding the stream
    And showing off his tailspin as he’s styling for landing
    “Jesus loves me, so I’ll take the lead”
    His piss-takes were the darlings when I knew him back in school
    This man has the daring to make all come true

    See, its more than its not
    So make your bid for tomorrow
    Don’t let the dreaming stop
    But on your path of deliverance
    You better not lose your way
    ‘Cause in this house of believers
    We hold your options today

    Focus in on Ellie as she ticks another win
    Turbo-ardour in leopard tight skins
    She zeros in on Lucky as he sports another call
    The Seductress of Cancer, meet the Capricorn Kid
    They’re moving with the samba in the corner of the room
    Jellyform wonders from Genecom Dreams
    The waves that wash these vistas as she saunters out with him
    “Tragic” is the word for this romantic view

    See, its more than its not
    So make your bid for tomorrow
    Don’t let the dreaming stop
    But on your path of deliverance
    You better not lose your way
    Cause in this house of believers
    We hold your options today

    He wakes up in his office feeling dirty, feeling used
    Mark this correction as down and out blues
    Then he checks-in and recovers just to plan another ruse
    This chap is the jester of ill repute

    See, its more than its not
    So make your bid for tomorrow
    Don’t let the dreaming stop
    But on your path of deliverance
    You better not lose your way
    Cause in this house of believers
    We hold your options today

     

    B e a u t i f u l P e o p l e

     

    Drifting with this crowd
    I think I know my way around
    Face the elements with grace
    And the way might come easily
    Just put your feet on the ground and walk among the living
    Release your arms to the air and give way to flight
    Yeah, but that’s not me

    Didn’t have much to say
    Haven’t a thought to call my own
    Could you explain what you mean?
    Is it something we talked about?
    When I’m close to the source
    I summon no mystical charm
    But I’m sure that by now you already know
    Well, that’s not me

    Yet, I want to be one of the beautiful people
    To stand around with not a care to wear me down
    Yes, I want to be one of the intelligent people
    Then I won’t work so hard
    To have you spend your time with me

    I want to be one of the enlightened people
    So I won’t feel compelled to fuss so much about these things
    Waking up early and cooking up breakfast so blissfully
    A diligent servant of God for all humanity
    Well that’s not me

     

    R h i n o M a n

     

    Hey Rhino Man
    Why do you do the things that you do?
    Why do you stand in the mud?
    How could we get it all wrong?
    Most heads can heal before long

    Well Rhino Man
    We’ve seen so some cases like yours
    And not that we couldn’t care less
    The most passionate artists digress
    Their hearts are capricious at best

    Just you wait till we get through with you
    We will rearrange the dope in you
    Its time we take it out of your mind
    Its time we get you back in the mill

    Hey Rhino Man
    So dark and depressed, and dusty no less
    Birds on your leather fair better
    Though spirits once broken can fly
    You’ll be grounded behind your stone eyes

    Hey Rhino Man
    Submerged in a slumber sublime
    Loosing on content and time
    Left by the road to the future
    Where all heads get heal in kind

    Just you wait...

    B r e a t h i n g

     

    Another lazy morning
    On another lousy day
    Let no misunderstandings
    Come between our disarray
    Well I've never had work too hard
    Meine Liebeshen you indulge too freely
    But like you, I'll choose to stay
    ‘Cause it's like breathing

    Your pelvis drives the action
    The hood reflects the road
    An interstate detachment
    I am suspended in a manner I know
    I don't mind it when you watch me loose
    Is this the best that we can do?
    And as we waste our days along with our dreams
    It's like breathing

    Each face frames the eyes
    These eyes reflect the soul
    Each star, a billion sunrises
    Each burns lonely spinning in the cold
    I'll list the best things we've left undone
    Pay homage to the bunk we've won
    We deceive our ways along in this dream
    As we go on breathing

    L i f e i n C a r s

     

    I know you find me strange
    Well, I'm not really from around here
    And I think you might have guessed
    That I’ve been watching you from up there
    Watched you swimming in the seas
    Watched you swinging in the trees
    While hiding in the clouds just behind the sun

    Last night I had a dream
    In which I was so clearly very high
    I traced your strings of lights
    And read their message from the end to start
    A tale of cherry red lemon slugs
    Sleekish blue apple bugs with freakish lean fender wings
    Your precious things

    Don’t really wanna probe your thoughts
    Don’t care if you believe in God
    ‘Cause there’s just one thing
    That seems to matter on this side of your world
    I can’t be bothered with the daylight on the other half
    Just tell me about your life in cars

    Could show you our gentle ride
    It’s a solar power jump to warp point five
    Our trip’s been a very lonely one
    We support no creature comforts at this time
    Your connection is so very fine
    Queuing vessels in so many vines
    Springing wonder in bio-kind
    Who would believe?

    No lunar digs today
    You’ll have to wait until you get to Mars
    Inspired by some Jovian myth
    We had a splendid laugh and fell about
    It could make you a little tense
    But would it make any difference
    Or fill you with some reverence for these things?

    Don’t believe you’re all alone
    Life like us pervades all corners
    Well beyond your town
    Don't forget your lost relations
    Within the scope of time
    Those spores that ride the stellar winds
    Are spreading outward seeding unborn worlds -- the unborn worlds

    M y N e w T o w n

     

    A cut from the side may seem so slight
    ‘neath urban skies that glow so gently in the still of night
    In usual tow along the straight and narrow road
    That’s where I dropped my sense of play some time ago
    Alien greens and dull serene is what you get
    When you surrender to who you are
    Is it way too late to be holding back?
    And should we keep this to ourselves?
    We’ll keep it to ourselves
    Yeah, we’ll keep this to ourselves
    In my new town
    I won’t get the last laugh if I dick around
    In my new town

    A new feeling dawn over America
    Hopeful chatter mingles with the Pringles on the CNN
    Concise without context
    Wielding dollars to convert the faith
    I suspect my trust in God is on the fence
    Stuck in the middle
    You find it’s more subtle than you ever thought
    When a call out for reasons will bring only idle talk
    Is it way too late to be stepping back?
    And should we keep this to ourselves?
    We’ll keep it to ourselves
    Yeah, we’ll keep this to ourselves
    In my new town
    I won’t get the last laugh if I stick around
    In my new town

    Maintaining distance I hope I won’t be called to talk
    My tight lipped composure
    My eye betray no bias thoughts
    Is it way too late to be holding back?
    And should we keep this to ourselves?
    We’ll keep it to ourselves
    Yeah, we’ll keep this to ourselves
    In my new town
    I won’t get the last laugh if I dick around
    In my new town

    Let’s keep it to ourselves…

    T h e E m p r e s s

     

    Dusk descends as full moon rise
    The gulls defend the salted debris of the tide
    Our Polish Freighter pushed into the night
    We men of courage keep the danger in our sites
    We are making our waves
    As we are rocked as babes
    We are young men delivered to sea

    Manoeuvre cargo deftly through straits
    We’re up from Antwerp with skill to navigate
    We harness fire and iron, steam and coal
    For mighty pistons pummel down below
    She is making the waves
    As she rocks us like babes
    We are young lad delivered to sea
    We are making our waves
    As we are rocked as babes
    We are young men delivered to sea

    Ride with the waves
    On the bridge of the Empress
    Glide on the tide
    The sea is relentless
    A compass your guide
    Though its the stars that give direction
    And ride, all hands on the Empress
    And ride, the sea is relentless

    The lights of Malta reflect to skies
    From lonely houses of soul we’ll never know
    The surface wrestle, spurred on by wind
    We roll and tumble, our vessel groans within
    We are making our waves
    As we are rocked as babes
    We are young men delivered to sea
    We are making our waves
    As we are rocked as babes
    We are young men delivered to sea

    B e S i n c e r e

     

    King me!
    I see you’ve lost again
    You know it’s just our game
    Defeat can’t sting like you say does
    Poor sport, there you go again
    And take it the wrong way
    I’d jest and jeer just to hear you say…

    Be sincere, be tender
    Your style is growing old
    Be sincere and cherish
    Not careless with your words
    Be sincere

    Don’t speak, don’t say another word
    This is more than I can take
    Yet I need you more; more than I care to say
    Feed me, satiate my core
    Don’t leave me in the cold
    It’s your pestering that’ll brings me to my knees

    Be sincere, be tender
    Your style is growing old
    Be sincere and cherish
    Not careless with your words
    Be sincere

    Be sincere, be tender
    Your style is growing old
    Be sincere and cherish
    Not careless with your words
    Be sincere

    W e C o u l d G o O u t T o n i g h t

     

    We could have gone out tonight
    Out with the people and lights
    And left all our troubles behind
    I don't to be alone
    Among the faces of those disowned

    If love was like water
    I swear I’d jump right in the pool
    But love is more like a sheet of ice
    And I’m slippin’ like a fool
    All I’m trying to figure out is
    Where you’re at
    But all I get is empty glances
    All my hopes are dashed

    We could have gone out tonight
    Out in the neon lights
    And left all our worries behind
    I don't want to be alone
    Among the faces no one owns

    If you were a summer rain
    I would stand here and drink you in
    But you are more like a winter storm
    And I’m freezing in the wind
    You and I are frozen
    We’re locked up in the ice
    Will we ever feel the thaw
    Can’t we try to compromise?
    All I’m trying to figure out is
    Where you’re at
    But all I get are icy glances
    And all my hopes are dashed

    We could we have gone out tonight
    And made everything alright
    And left all our troubles behind
    I don't want to be alone
    Among the faces of those disowned

    All I’m trying to figure out is
    Where you’re at
    When all I find is no more chances
    All my hopes are dashed
    (If love was like a summer rain
    But love is like a winter storm)

    We could go out tonight
    And make everything alright
    And leave all our troubles behind
    Are you sure you want to be alone?
    Among the faces of those disowned

    L o v e t o w n

     

    There is no hidden passage
    No tricky sliding doors
    The passions and desires converge
    On Lovetown
    The leaves that roll and tumble
    Seeds scattered to the wind
    You keep your options open
    For Lovetown

    In Lovetown
    No one can let it go
    In Lovetown
    The pain burns so slow

    She dreams in vales of promise
    As dampness seeps below
    When you near redemption
    In Lovetown
    Alone she burns a candle
    As lovers come and go
    Their bodies of salvation consumed
    In Lovetown

    In Lovetown
    No one can let it go
    In Lovetown
    The pain burns so slow

    There’s a fire that’s burning
    Where everybody goes
    But no one stays too long
    In Lovetown
    The is no hidden passage
    No tricky sliding door
    Just streets that lead me no where
    In Lovetown
    Just streets that leave me no where
    In Lovetown

     

    2 4 1

     

    When sunlight drops spirits come out again for happy hour
    Good times will rises again
    When the out looks grim meet in Jaxx at three for happy hour
    Where we hope to ascend

    Its two for one and down you go
    This is where I get a second chance
    Two for one and down you’ll go
    Would you take a chance with me?

    For those who come and give up their bodies at the door
    For the deacons of happy hours
    Where we all find a friend

    When bravado glows and I brush your hand
    I’ll roll my luck again – won’t let you slip out the door
    For those who waste
    And fall like angels through the floor
    This is happy hour
    Where we hope to ascend

    Its two for one and down you’ll go
    This is where I get a second chance
    Two for one and down you go
    Would you take a change with me?

    When sunlight drop spirits are let down to the floor for happy hour
    Where we hope to ascend

    Credits

    All music and words by Paul Weber except We Could Go Out, Music by
    Paul Weber, Lyrics by Paul Weber and Hilary Weber. Recorded and mixed by Paul Weber, Eric Altman and John Palumbo at M4moti Studios in San Francisco.
    Package design by Unified Design Labs. Thanks to: Eric Altman, John Palumbo and Stuart Rosenthal, Lars Teledyne, The Rand Corporation, General Dynamics, and Lu Cheng Li's Massage Palace of Singapore. Bias courtesy of the Hoover Institute.