Probe
Probe was released in 2003 to much anticipation.
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
Production Notes
M o r e T h a n i t ' s N o t |
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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.