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CYCLE
CYCLE
Produced by David McKinnis at Startsong Studios, Colorado Springs, Colorado, 1984.Music compositions copyright 2026 McKinnis Music Legacy, LLC. Sound recording copyright 2026 AJP.
DAVID McKINNIS: Lead vocals, acoustic & electric guitars, keyboardsKEVIN GOATES: Lead guitars and vocalsKEITH GOATES: Rhythm guitars and vocalsSCOTTE BURNS: Bass guitars and vocalsRON ARDIA: Drums and percussion
DAVID McKINNIS: Lead vocals, acoustic & electric guitars, keyboardsKEVIN GOATES: Lead guitars and vocalsKEITH GOATES: Rhythm guitars and vocalsSCOTTE BURNS: Bass guitars and vocalsRON ARDIA: Drums and percussion
ALL IS ONE
ALL IS ONE
BIG BANG
BIG BANG
184
184
WHAT TIME IS IT?
WHAT TIME IS IT?
EXECUZONE
EXECUZONE
SPACES
SPACES
ANT FARM
ANT FARM
MATTER OF FACT
MATTER OF FACT
EDDIE
EDDIE
EARTHMOVER
EARTHMOVER
ENTROPY
ENTROPY
CYCLE - LYRICS
CYCLE - LYRICS
ALL IS ONE
All is one as one is all, there's no difference between short and tallAll the suns as one are called to a single point they begin to fallI'll take you away to the place where it all beganWe're going away, so grab your coat and take our handsAnd we will see what we will be, and we will be what we will seeAnd everything is growing from one seed
Music and lyrics by David McKinnis
BIG BANGInstrumentalMusic by David McKinnis
184
I see lots of people go on for years, living in torture and they're living in fearThey go through life angry and never know why, we ought to be happy until the day we die
You can't make people buy your advice if you can't even take your ownBut if you listen to your heart's own advice, loneliness and truth you'll find go hand-in-hand
You got to be happy to spread it around, ya got to be honest just to get off the ground
You can't make people buy your advice if you can't even take your ownBut if you listen to your heart's own advice, happiness and truth you'll find go hand-in hand
Music & lyrics by Keith Goates
WHAT TME IS IT?
Swirling mist obscures the sight of a millions stars shot into the nightWith the sky above and the earth below, time's velvet glove works its own
Time moving, soothing, time racing, pacing, time rearranging, changing all of our lives in time
What time is it? At the sound of the bell it's all between heaven and hellWhat time is it? As the bubble swells, only time will tell
Swirling colors fill the air, formed on earth solar flareAcross the sky the clouds appear, and from on high, they shed a tear
Time lasting, massing, time chasing, racing, time making, taking all of our lives in time
What time is it? At the sound of the bell it's all between heaven and hellWhat time is it? As the bubble swells, only time will tell
From time to time, we climb the line, infinite yet narrow and fineNever moving, always zooming past the time that we findMove the signs of the times and then rearranging our mindsOnce upon a time...
Swirling masses make their stand, the underground is turned to landAcross the plains and mountain tops, our world is made a spinning top
Time's coming, running, time's cheating, fleeting, time's awakening, making all of our lives in time
What time is it? At the sound of the bell it's all between heaven and hellWhat time is it? As the bubble swells, only time will tellWhat time is it? At the sound of the bell it's all between heaven and hellWhat time is it? As the bubble swells, only time will tell
Music and lyrics by David McKinnis
EXECUZONE
You are now entering the execuzone, TelephonePlush polyethylene, dacron-draped thronesYou are now entering the execuzone, Overblown Cruise a plastic Pontiac to a neoprene new home
Execuzone people in plexiglass rooms, barking out financially, sales-pitching croonsTelephone girls with bleach-blonde smiles, chatter epileptically, to try to catch the eye
Execuzone person in a conference place, controlling ever skillfully designer label faceTelephone girl flashing nylon knees, buy a million sell at ten, yessir, can you hold please?
Goin' up, starched white ambitions, going down, whoa - five o'clock conditionsYou have now entered the execuzone, ties, smiles and a lack of humanity will be required
Goin' up, starched white ambitions, going down, whoa - 5 o'clock conditions, ooooo-I don't care
You are now entering the execuzone, TelephonePlush polyethylene, dacron-draped thronesYou are now entering the execuzone, Overblown Give your dry-cleaned dog a neoprene new bone
Music & lyrics by Scotte Burns & David McKinnis
SPACES
Open flames, vacuum, land, given no name, filled without manI'm not here and you're not there, far and near without much air
Spaces, open spaces, no names of places, to tame the spaces, between the places
Empty land, void of space, no need to bring us in, no placeA land without, a land within, no inside out, no outside in
Spaces, empty spaces, no fate the case is, no shades or phases, amid the spaces
Music & lyrics by David McKinnis
ANT FARM
They call it a rat race, but it's more like an ant farm, there's no running space, there's just parking for ant carsScrambling for paper in the smog won't do you harm, as long as you dig living in an ant farm
Steel anthills shining o'er the ant boss's billboards, building ant bridges to launch busy ant warsPile up the dirt around your teeming ant offense, don't let the ant boss catch you on the surface
Climbing across the bodies of the workers, biting the heads off of opposing ant berserkersPay no attention to your brothers in the ant swarm, to win the game you must believe in the ant farm
Be a keen worker, don't think to be kind or the keepers will grow bored and let in their spidersThe keepers will feed you; find your check in the ant barn, don't climb the glass or they'll flick you from the ant farm
Climbing across the bodies of the workers, biting the heads off of opposing ant beserkersPay no attention to your brothers in the ant swarm, to win the game you must believe in the ant farm
They call it a rat race, They call it a rat race, race...
Music & lyrics by Scotte Burns & David McKinnis
MATTER OF FACT
As a matter of fact you can't go back to what you did or what you've seenWhat's done is done the song is sung, a single act, a played-out scene
So you've discovered heart, religion and science too, but the grass is still green and the sky is still blueSearching for that final proof, the ultimate infallible truth - infallible truth
Answers come and answers go and the questions never let you knowPhilosophies will rise and fall and still you're up against the wall
So you discovered fire, the wheel, the microchip and you're learning it all bit by bitYou see the world through colored eyes, celluloid and hazy skies - hazy skies
Problems come and problems go with solutions right under your noseGeographies will rise and fall and our home is but a little ball
As a matter of fact, the earth is almost round,As a matter of fact, Newton kept us on the groundAs a matter of fact there's a music in the spheresAs a matter of fact it isn't done with mirrors
Music & lyrics by David McKinnis
EDDIE
Eddie lost his axe now he wants it back it's very sharp and dear to his heart, he likes to hack and whackEverything he sees is turned to toothpicks before you can say I'd like a double-breasted fruitnick
He'd really have nothing to do, it's usually close by his sideBut Eddie, Eddie, where did you put it? Oh Eddie, Eddie, now where did it go?
Did you leave it beneath a rock or under a pile of dirty socks, I'm sure you left it some place sillyBut the thought of it gives me the willy-nillys
Did you lose it in the sea of white or in the yellow of the desert traffic lightDid you leave it in the vats of the pressure kings or maybe you forgot it on the heat machine
Music & lyrics by David McKinnis & Keith Goates
EARTHMOVER
Stretch your sights across the sky, then look down upon the landThe dizzy sights you'll strain your eyes to see the sights of manIn his hands he'll mold the land to every shape and whimThe desert sands and steep mountains are no match for himHe's the earthmover
Feel the ground beneath your feet and then wonder what it's worthHear the sound of great machines shout out their claim on earthMonsters great to tear and scrape the unprotected soilA clanking fate to liquidate man's underserving toilThey're the earthmovers, they are the earthmovers
While you spin through time and space and cross between the voidThe cosmic wind keeps up the pace, the gods are overjoyedTo watch you climb throughout all time, they sit and laugh aloudAnd while the sun still shines the bells will chime, they play their games for nowThey are the earthmovers - They are the earthmovers
Lift your eyes towards the sun and feel the power thereIt lights the skies with glowing vision, a multi-colored fareIt gives life to love and strife a million miles awayIt swings the scythe and it plays the fife, for life's in every rayOh, it's the earthmover Oh, it is the earthmoverHey, it's the earthmover Oh, it is the earthmover
Music & lyrics by David McKinnis
ENTROPY
Everything is everything else, there's nothing to distinguish in this great big messAll the suns have done their best it's a cosmic cycle in distressWe took you away to the place where it all beganUniversal midday, take off your coat and wash your handsAnd you did what you did see, and you were what you would beAnd everything is going entropy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Music & lyrics by David McKinnis
All is one as one is all, there's no difference between short and tallAll the suns as one are called to a single point they begin to fallI'll take you away to the place where it all beganWe're going away, so grab your coat and take our handsAnd we will see what we will be, and we will be what we will seeAnd everything is growing from one seed
Music and lyrics by David McKinnis
BIG BANGInstrumentalMusic by David McKinnis
184
I see lots of people go on for years, living in torture and they're living in fearThey go through life angry and never know why, we ought to be happy until the day we die
You can't make people buy your advice if you can't even take your ownBut if you listen to your heart's own advice, loneliness and truth you'll find go hand-in-hand
You got to be happy to spread it around, ya got to be honest just to get off the ground
You can't make people buy your advice if you can't even take your ownBut if you listen to your heart's own advice, happiness and truth you'll find go hand-in hand
Music & lyrics by Keith Goates
WHAT TME IS IT?
Swirling mist obscures the sight of a millions stars shot into the nightWith the sky above and the earth below, time's velvet glove works its own
Time moving, soothing, time racing, pacing, time rearranging, changing all of our lives in time
What time is it? At the sound of the bell it's all between heaven and hellWhat time is it? As the bubble swells, only time will tell
Swirling colors fill the air, formed on earth solar flareAcross the sky the clouds appear, and from on high, they shed a tear
Time lasting, massing, time chasing, racing, time making, taking all of our lives in time
What time is it? At the sound of the bell it's all between heaven and hellWhat time is it? As the bubble swells, only time will tell
From time to time, we climb the line, infinite yet narrow and fineNever moving, always zooming past the time that we findMove the signs of the times and then rearranging our mindsOnce upon a time...
Swirling masses make their stand, the underground is turned to landAcross the plains and mountain tops, our world is made a spinning top
Time's coming, running, time's cheating, fleeting, time's awakening, making all of our lives in time
What time is it? At the sound of the bell it's all between heaven and hellWhat time is it? As the bubble swells, only time will tellWhat time is it? At the sound of the bell it's all between heaven and hellWhat time is it? As the bubble swells, only time will tell
Music and lyrics by David McKinnis
EXECUZONE
You are now entering the execuzone, TelephonePlush polyethylene, dacron-draped thronesYou are now entering the execuzone, Overblown Cruise a plastic Pontiac to a neoprene new home
Execuzone people in plexiglass rooms, barking out financially, sales-pitching croonsTelephone girls with bleach-blonde smiles, chatter epileptically, to try to catch the eye
Execuzone person in a conference place, controlling ever skillfully designer label faceTelephone girl flashing nylon knees, buy a million sell at ten, yessir, can you hold please?
Goin' up, starched white ambitions, going down, whoa - five o'clock conditionsYou have now entered the execuzone, ties, smiles and a lack of humanity will be required
Goin' up, starched white ambitions, going down, whoa - 5 o'clock conditions, ooooo-I don't care
You are now entering the execuzone, TelephonePlush polyethylene, dacron-draped thronesYou are now entering the execuzone, Overblown Give your dry-cleaned dog a neoprene new bone
Music & lyrics by Scotte Burns & David McKinnis
SPACES
Open flames, vacuum, land, given no name, filled without manI'm not here and you're not there, far and near without much air
Spaces, open spaces, no names of places, to tame the spaces, between the places
Empty land, void of space, no need to bring us in, no placeA land without, a land within, no inside out, no outside in
Spaces, empty spaces, no fate the case is, no shades or phases, amid the spaces
Music & lyrics by David McKinnis
ANT FARM
They call it a rat race, but it's more like an ant farm, there's no running space, there's just parking for ant carsScrambling for paper in the smog won't do you harm, as long as you dig living in an ant farm
Steel anthills shining o'er the ant boss's billboards, building ant bridges to launch busy ant warsPile up the dirt around your teeming ant offense, don't let the ant boss catch you on the surface
Climbing across the bodies of the workers, biting the heads off of opposing ant berserkersPay no attention to your brothers in the ant swarm, to win the game you must believe in the ant farm
Be a keen worker, don't think to be kind or the keepers will grow bored and let in their spidersThe keepers will feed you; find your check in the ant barn, don't climb the glass or they'll flick you from the ant farm
Climbing across the bodies of the workers, biting the heads off of opposing ant beserkersPay no attention to your brothers in the ant swarm, to win the game you must believe in the ant farm
They call it a rat race, They call it a rat race, race...
Music & lyrics by Scotte Burns & David McKinnis
MATTER OF FACT
As a matter of fact you can't go back to what you did or what you've seenWhat's done is done the song is sung, a single act, a played-out scene
So you've discovered heart, religion and science too, but the grass is still green and the sky is still blueSearching for that final proof, the ultimate infallible truth - infallible truth
Answers come and answers go and the questions never let you knowPhilosophies will rise and fall and still you're up against the wall
So you discovered fire, the wheel, the microchip and you're learning it all bit by bitYou see the world through colored eyes, celluloid and hazy skies - hazy skies
Problems come and problems go with solutions right under your noseGeographies will rise and fall and our home is but a little ball
As a matter of fact, the earth is almost round,As a matter of fact, Newton kept us on the groundAs a matter of fact there's a music in the spheresAs a matter of fact it isn't done with mirrors
Music & lyrics by David McKinnis
EDDIE
Eddie lost his axe now he wants it back it's very sharp and dear to his heart, he likes to hack and whackEverything he sees is turned to toothpicks before you can say I'd like a double-breasted fruitnick
He'd really have nothing to do, it's usually close by his sideBut Eddie, Eddie, where did you put it? Oh Eddie, Eddie, now where did it go?
Did you leave it beneath a rock or under a pile of dirty socks, I'm sure you left it some place sillyBut the thought of it gives me the willy-nillys
Did you lose it in the sea of white or in the yellow of the desert traffic lightDid you leave it in the vats of the pressure kings or maybe you forgot it on the heat machine
Music & lyrics by David McKinnis & Keith Goates
EARTHMOVER
Stretch your sights across the sky, then look down upon the landThe dizzy sights you'll strain your eyes to see the sights of manIn his hands he'll mold the land to every shape and whimThe desert sands and steep mountains are no match for himHe's the earthmover
Feel the ground beneath your feet and then wonder what it's worthHear the sound of great machines shout out their claim on earthMonsters great to tear and scrape the unprotected soilA clanking fate to liquidate man's underserving toilThey're the earthmovers, they are the earthmovers
While you spin through time and space and cross between the voidThe cosmic wind keeps up the pace, the gods are overjoyedTo watch you climb throughout all time, they sit and laugh aloudAnd while the sun still shines the bells will chime, they play their games for nowThey are the earthmovers - They are the earthmovers
Lift your eyes towards the sun and feel the power thereIt lights the skies with glowing vision, a multi-colored fareIt gives life to love and strife a million miles awayIt swings the scythe and it plays the fife, for life's in every rayOh, it's the earthmover Oh, it is the earthmoverHey, it's the earthmover Oh, it is the earthmover
Music & lyrics by David McKinnis
ENTROPY
Everything is everything else, there's nothing to distinguish in this great big messAll the suns have done their best it's a cosmic cycle in distressWe took you away to the place where it all beganUniversal midday, take off your coat and wash your handsAnd you did what you did see, and you were what you would beAnd everything is going entropy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Music & lyrics by David McKinnis
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