Fm static moment of truth lyrics

Moment Of Truth by Fm Static

Here we are, in the best years of our lives.

With no way of knowing,

When the wheel stop spinning cause we don't

Know where we're going

And here we are, on the best day of our lives.

And it's a go, lets make it last, so cheers you

All to that, 'cause this moment's never comin' back

I used to know her brother, but I never

Knew I loved her, 'till the day she laid her eyes on me.

Now I'm jumpin' up and down,

She's the only one around, and she means

Every little thing to me.

I've got your picture in my wallet, and your

Phone number to call it, and I miss you more,

Whenever I think about you,. I've got

Your mixed tape in my Walkman, been so

Long since we've been talkin' and in a few

More days, we'll both hook up, forever and ever

And here I am, on the west coast of

America and I've been tryin' to think for weeks of

All the ways to ask you, And now

I've brought you to the place, Where I've

Poured my heart out, a million times, for a million

Reasons, To offer it to you

I used to know her brother, but I never

Knew I loved her, 'till the day she laid her

Eyes on me. Now I'm jumpin' up and down,

She's the only one around, and she means

Every little thing to me

I've got your picture in my wallet, and your

Phone number to call it, and I miss you more,

Whenever I think about you,. I've got

Your mixed tape in my Walkman, been so

Long since we've been talkin' and in a few

More days, we'll both hook up, forever and ever

I used to know her brother, but I never

Knew I loved her, 'till the day she laid her

Eyes on me. Now I'm jumpin' up and down,

She's the only one around, and she means

Every little thing to me

I've got your picture in my wallet, and your

Phone number to call it, and I miss you more,

Whenever I think about you,. I've got

Your mixed tape in my Walkman, been so

Long since we've been talkin' and in a few

More days, we'll both hook up, forever and ever

"We know his attributes," the Reverend Mother interrupted. "And we know the abomination, his sister Alia, possesses this gene pattern. But they're also humans, both of them. Thus, they have weaknesses."

"Or perhaps the Emperor's mother," Scytale said. "The Lady Jessica, I understand, remains on Caladan, but is in frequent communication with her son."

"A very unusual ghost," Edric said. "It has a body and a name. The body - that's the flesh of a renowned swordmaster known as Duncan Idaho. The name..."

"A Tleilaxu ghola," Irulan whispered, looking sideways at Scytale.

"Or perhaps the Emperor's mother," Scytale said. "The Lady Jessica, I understand, remains on Caladan, but is in frequent communication with her son."

"Or perhaps the Emperor's mother," Scytale said. "The Lady Jessica, I understand, remains on Caladan, but is in frequent communication with her son."

"Everywhere we turn," Irulan said, "his power confronts us. He's the kwisatz haderach, the one who can be many places at once. He's the Mahdi whose merest whim is absolute command to his Qizarate missionaries. He's the mentat whose computational mind surpasses the greatest ancient computers. He is Muad'dib whose orders to the Fremen legions depopulate planets. He possesses oracular vision which sees into the future. He has that gene pattern which we Bene Gesserits covet for -"

"Our conspiracy requires a lever," Scytale said.

"We are more than conspirators," the Reverend Mother countered.

"Or merely another Face Dancer?" Irulan asked.

"A Tleilaxu ghola," Irulan whispered, looking sideways at Scytale.

"Idaho's dead," Irulan said. "Paul has mourned the loss often in my presence. He saw Idaho killed by my father's Sardaukar."

Scytale shrugged, a gesture designed solely for the Reverend Mother. Edric had answered her question for him. The pontificating fool was their major weakness. To make sure the Reverend Mother understood, Scytale said: "Listening carefully to the teacher, one acquires an education."

"A very unusual ghost," Edric said. "It has a body and a name. The body - that's the flesh of a renowned swordmaster known as Duncan Idaho. The name..."

"Our conspiracy requires a lever," Scytale said.

"A ghola of this appearance," Edric said, pointing to Scytale.

"A Tleilaxu ghola," Irulan whispered, looking sideways at Scytale.

"Everywhere we turn," Irulan said, "his power confronts us. He's the kwisatz haderach, the one who can be many places at once. He's the Mahdi whose merest whim is absolute command to his Qizarate missionaries. He's the mentat whose computational mind surpasses the greatest ancient computers. He is Muad'dib whose orders to the Fremen legions depopulate planets. He possesses oracular vision which sees into the future. He has that gene pattern which we Bene Gesserits covet for -"

Before the Face Dancer could answer, Edric cleared his throat, said: "Let us not bandy philosophical nonsense. Every question can be boiled down to the one: 'Why is there anything?' Every religious, business and governmental question has the single derivative: 'Who will exercise the power?' Alliances, combines, complexes, they all chase mirages unless they go for the power. All else is nonsense, as most thinking beings come to realize."

"That traitorous bitch," Mohiam said, voice level. "Would I might disown my own hands which trained her."

"Princess," Edric said, "make your choice. You have been chosen as an instrument of destiny, the very finest"

"Even in defeat," Edric said, "your father's Sardaukar did not abandon wisdom. Let us suppose a wise Sardaukar commander recognized the swordmaster in a corpse his men had slain. What then? There exist uses for such flesh and trainingif one acts swiftly."

"We know his attributes," the Reverend Mother interrupted. "And we know the abomination, his sister Alia, possesses this gene pattern. But they're also humans, both of them. Thus, they have weaknesses."

Before the Face Dancer could answer, Edric cleared his throat, said: "Let us not bandy philosophical nonsense. Every question can be boiled down to the one: 'Why is there anything?' Every religious, business and governmental question has the single derivative: 'Who will exercise the power?' Alliances, combines, complexes, they all chase mirages unless they go for the power. All else is nonsense, as most thinking beings come to realize."

"Idaho's dead," Irulan said. "Paul has mourned the loss often in my presence. He saw Idaho killed by my father's Sardaukar."