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Is it worth it can you even hear me
Standing with your spotlight on me
Not enough to feed the hungry
I'm tired and I felt it for awhile now
In this sea of lonely
The taste of ink is getting old
It's four o' clock in the fucking morning
Each day gets more and more like the last day
Still I can see it coming
While I'm standing in the river drowning
This could be my chance to break out
This could be my chance to say goodbye
At last it's finally over
Couldn't take this town much longer
Being half dead wasn't what I planned to be
Now I'm ready to be free
So here I am it's in my hands
And I'll savor every moment of this
So here I am alive at last
And I'll savor every moment of this
Won't you think i'm pretty when i'm standing top the bright lit city
And i'll take your hand and pick you up and keep you there so you can see it
So long as you're alive and care, i promise i will take you there
We'll drink and dance the night away
We'll drink and dance the night away
As long as you're alive
Here I am
I promise I will take you there
Photographs of the best time you had,
windows smugded by the speed.
Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street,
as morning turned into California,
And smoke trailed from the butt of my cigarette.
Our glass house it threw rocks at all those it past.
Waking up to the sound of 5 A.M. to take my turn at the wheel.
Climbed up Shasta, oh how the engine ached
as the sun tortured California,
and old alleys turned deep at the heart of me.
Murals of heros defacing the blank concrete.
Vision tunneled, Mission Street, hunger beat
lodged out as the engine wheezed.
Still moving regardless of stable ground
and this stable ground.
Photographs of the best time you had,
windows smugded by the speed.
Leaving home with our bags from Iron street
as morning turned into California.
windows smugded by the speed.
Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street,
as morning turned into California,
And smoke trailed from the butt of my cigarette.
Our glass house it threw rocks at all those it past.
Waking up to the sound of 5 A.M. to take my turn at the wheel.
Climbed up Shasta, oh how the engine ached
as the sun tortured California,
and old alleys turned deep at the heart of me.
Murals of heros defacing the blank concrete.
Vision tunneled, Mission Street, hunger beat
lodged out as the engine wheezed.
Still moving regardless of stable ground
and this stable ground.
Photographs of the best time you had,
windows smugded by the speed.
Leaving home with our bags from Iron street
as morning turned into California.
And you were somehow the rain this thing could allow
But it's all wrong
You're so strong
And this life and work
And choice took far too long
Where'd it go? tonight the sun shall see its light
So what if you catch me,
Where would we land?
In somebody's life
For taking his hands
Sing to me hope as she's
Thrown on the sand
All of our work
Is rated again
When I was sure you'd follow through
My world was turned to blue so thin
When you'd hide your songs would die
So I'd hide yours with mine
And all my words were bound to fail
I know you won't fail
See, I can tell
But it's all wrong
You're so strong
And this life and work
And choice took far too long
Where'd it go? tonight the sun shall see its light
So what if you catch me,
Where would we land?
In somebody's life
For taking his hands
Sing to me hope as she's
Thrown on the sand
All of our work
Is rated again
When I was sure you'd follow through
My world was turned to blue so thin
When you'd hide your songs would die
So I'd hide yours with mine
And all my words were bound to fail
I know you won't fail
See, I can tell
QUOTE(Ihatemusic @ Jan 5 2005, 08:14 PM)
i thought that first too but its Post united states of america
Well the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness and a baby cries hard in an apartment complex as I pass in a car buried under the influence this city is driving me out of my mind I see a child is caught in the sad trap of gravity as he falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity this time he wont aim so high and next time neither will I. Now a mother takes loans out sends her kids off to colleges her family’s reduced to names on a shopping list while a coroner kneels beneath the gray wooden crucifix he knows there are worst things than being alone and so ive learnd to retreat at the first sign of danger I mean why wait around if just to surrender and ambition I found can lead only to failer I do not read the reviews no I am not singing for you. Well I still drop in a coin into the pit of the well and I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help with all these wishes I make I should buy something real at least a telephone to call home. Well all my teachers they built this retaining wall of memory all those multiple choices I answered so quickly and got my grades back and forgot just as easily but at least I got an A and so I don’t have them to blame. Well I should stop pointing fingers and reserve my judgment of al the public action figures the cowboy presidents so loud behind the bullhorn so proud they cant admit when they made a mistake while poison ink spews from a speech writers pen he knows you don’t have to say it swift it don’t bother him. Honesty accuracy its just popular opinion and the approval ratings high and so someone’s gona die. Well ABC NBC CBS bullshit they give us fact or fiction I guess an even split and each act of war is tonight entertainment were still the pawns in their game as they take an eye for an eye till no one can see we must stumble blindly for repeated history. Well I guess we all fit in slogan in that fast food marquee red blooded white skin though and the blues oh and the blues I got the blues that’s me. Well I woke in relief my sheets and tube were all tangle weak from wiskey and pills in a Chicago hospital and my father was there in a chair by the window staring so far away I tried talking just whispers so sorry so selfish he stopped me and said child I love you regardless and there’s nothing you can do that would ever change this im not angry it happens but you just cant do it again. Its not to keep up ive been exchanging my currency while a million objects pass through my periphery now im rubbing my eyes cause they re starting to bother me ive been staring to long at the screen but where was it when I first herd that sweet sound of humility it came to my ears in the god damn loveliest melody how grateful I was then to be part of the mystery to love and to be loved lets just hope that is enough .
Well the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness and a baby cries hard in an apartment complex as I pass in a car buried under the influence this city is driving me out of my mind I see a child is caught in the sad trap of gravity as he falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity this time he wont aim so high and next time neither will I. Now a mother takes loans out sends her kids off to colleges her family’s reduced to names on a shopping list while a coroner kneels beneath the gray wooden crucifix he knows there are worst things than being alone and so ive learnd to retreat at the first sign of danger I mean why wait around if just to surrender and ambition I found can lead only to failer I do not read the reviews no I am not singing for you. Well I still drop in a coin into the pit of the well and I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help with all these wishes I make I should buy something real at least a telephone to call home. Well all my teachers they built this retaining wall of memory all those multiple choices I answered so quickly and got my grades back and forgot just as easily but at least I got an A and so I don’t have them to blame. Well I should stop pointing fingers and reserve my judgment of al the public action figures the cowboy presidents so loud behind the bullhorn so proud they cant admit when they made a mistake while poison ink spews from a speech writers pen he knows you don’t have to say it swift it don’t bother him. Honesty accuracy its just popular opinion and the approval ratings high and so someone’s gona die. Well ABC NBC CBS bullshit they give us fact or fiction I guess an even split and each act of war is tonight entertainment were still the pawns in their game as they take an eye for an eye till no one can see we must stumble blindly for repeated history. Well I guess we all fit in slogan in that fast food marquee red blooded white skin though and the blues oh and the blues I got the blues that’s me. Well I woke in relief my sheets and tube were all tangle weak from wiskey and pills in a Chicago hospital and my father was there in a chair by the window staring so far away I tried talking just whispers so sorry so selfish he stopped me and said child I love you regardless and there’s nothing you can do that would ever change this im not angry it happens but you just cant do it again. Its not to keep up ive been exchanging my currency while a million objects pass through my periphery now im rubbing my eyes cause they re starting to bother me ive been staring to long at the screen but where was it when I first herd that sweet sound of humility it came to my ears in the god damn loveliest melody how grateful I was then to be part of the mystery to love and to be loved lets just hope that is enough .
nice xhoice, I was just about to post this one
Once there was this kid who
Got into an accident and couldn't come to school
But when he finally came back
His hair had turned from black into bright white
He said that it was from when
The car had smashed so hard
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Once there was this girl who
Wouldn't go and change with the girls in the change room
But when they finally made her
They saw birthmarks all over her body
She couldn't quite explain it
They'd always just been there
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
But both girl and boy were glad
'Cause one kid had it worse than that
'Cause then there was this boy whose
Parents made him come directly home right after school
And when they went to their church
They shook and lurched all over the church floor
He couldn't quite explain it
They'd always just gone there
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Got into an accident and couldn't come to school
But when he finally came back
His hair had turned from black into bright white
He said that it was from when
The car had smashed so hard
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Once there was this girl who
Wouldn't go and change with the girls in the change room
But when they finally made her
They saw birthmarks all over her body
She couldn't quite explain it
They'd always just been there
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
But both girl and boy were glad
'Cause one kid had it worse than that
'Cause then there was this boy whose
Parents made him come directly home right after school
And when they went to their church
They shook and lurched all over the church floor
He couldn't quite explain it
They'd always just gone there
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Bright Eyes Lyrics
The Calendar Hung Itself Lyrics
Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? And does he sing to
you incessantly from the place between your bed and wall? Does he walk around all day at
school with his feet inside your shoes? Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with
you. Does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched and does he cry
through broken sentences like I love you far too much? Does he lay awake listening to your
breath? Worried that you smoke too many cigarettes. Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor?
For every speck of tile there are a thousand more that you won't ever see but most hold inside
yourself eternally. I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death. In every
city, memories would whisper, Here is where you rest. I was determined in Chicago but I dug
my teeth into my knees and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine. You are my
sunshine, my only sunshine I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her. She
had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours. In a story told she was a little
girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was
concealed. And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands. And it stretched for centuries to a
diary entry's end where I wrote, You make me happy when the skies are gray You make me
happy the skies are gray and gray and gray. Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open
chest with its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself but I will not weep for those
dying days. For all the ones who have left there are a few that stayed. And they found me here
and pulled me from the grass where I was laid.
The Calendar Hung Itself Lyrics
Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? And does he sing to
you incessantly from the place between your bed and wall? Does he walk around all day at
school with his feet inside your shoes? Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with
you. Does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched and does he cry
through broken sentences like I love you far too much? Does he lay awake listening to your
breath? Worried that you smoke too many cigarettes. Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor?
For every speck of tile there are a thousand more that you won't ever see but most hold inside
yourself eternally. I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death. In every
city, memories would whisper, Here is where you rest. I was determined in Chicago but I dug
my teeth into my knees and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine. You are my
sunshine, my only sunshine I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her. She
had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours. In a story told she was a little
girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was
concealed. And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands. And it stretched for centuries to a
diary entry's end where I wrote, You make me happy when the skies are gray You make me
happy the skies are gray and gray and gray. Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open
chest with its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself but I will not weep for those
dying days. For all the ones who have left there are a few that stayed. And they found me here
and pulled me from the grass where I was laid.
Portland Oregon by Loretta Lynn and Jack White
Well Portland Oregon and sloe gin fizz
If that ain't love then tell me what is
Well I lost my heart it didn't take no time
But that ain't all. I lost my mind in Oregon
In a booth in the corner with the lights down low
I was movin' in fast she was takin' it slow
Well I looked at him and caught him lookin' at me
I knew right then we were playin' free in Oregon
Next day we knew last night got drunk
But we loved enough for the both of us
In the morning when the night had sobered up
It was much too late for the both of us in Oregon
Well sloe gin fizz works might fast
When you drink it by the pitcher and not by the glass
Hey bartender before you close
Pour us one more drink and a pitcher to go
And a pitcher to go
Well Portland Oregon and sloe gin fizz
If that ain't love then tell me what is
Well I lost my heart it didn't take no time
But that ain't all. I lost my mind in Oregon
In a booth in the corner with the lights down low
I was movin' in fast she was takin' it slow
Well I looked at him and caught him lookin' at me
I knew right then we were playin' free in Oregon
Next day we knew last night got drunk
But we loved enough for the both of us
In the morning when the night had sobered up
It was much too late for the both of us in Oregon
Well sloe gin fizz works might fast
When you drink it by the pitcher and not by the glass
Hey bartender before you close
Pour us one more drink and a pitcher to go
And a pitcher to go
Me debunk an american myth?
And take my life in my hands
Where the great plains begin,
at the hundredth meridian
At the hundredth meridian,
where the great plains begin
Driving down a corduroy road,
weeds standing shoulder high
Ferris wheel is rusting off in in the distance
At the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin
Left alone to get gigantic
hard,huge and haunted
A generation so much dumber than its parents came
crashing through the window
A raven strains along the line of the road,
carrying a muddy, old skull.
The wires whistle their approval,
off down the distance.
At the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin
I remember, I remember Buffalo and I remember Hengelo
It would seem to me I remember every
single bloody, warm and horrible thing i know
If i die of vanity, promise me, promise me,
they bury me some place I dont wanna be
you'll dig me up and transport me, unceremoniously,
away from the swollen city-breeze, garbage-bag trees
whispers of disease and the acts of enormity
and lower me slowly, sadly and properly
Get Ry Cooder to sing my eulogy,
At the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin
And take my life in my hands
Where the great plains begin,
at the hundredth meridian
At the hundredth meridian,
where the great plains begin
Driving down a corduroy road,
weeds standing shoulder high
Ferris wheel is rusting off in in the distance
At the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin
Left alone to get gigantic
hard,huge and haunted
A generation so much dumber than its parents came
crashing through the window
A raven strains along the line of the road,
carrying a muddy, old skull.
The wires whistle their approval,
off down the distance.
At the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin
I remember, I remember Buffalo and I remember Hengelo
It would seem to me I remember every
single bloody, warm and horrible thing i know
If i die of vanity, promise me, promise me,
they bury me some place I dont wanna be
you'll dig me up and transport me, unceremoniously,
away from the swollen city-breeze, garbage-bag trees
whispers of disease and the acts of enormity
and lower me slowly, sadly and properly
Get Ry Cooder to sing my eulogy,
At the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin
QUOTE(Ihatemusic @ Jan 5 2005, 07:26 PM)
whats that?
and wooohoooo to P.U.S.A!!!!
"she s a slut but her ex thinks it s sexy
sex reminds her of spaghetti"
and wooohoooo to P.U.S.A!!!!
"she s a slut but her ex thinks it s sexy
sex reminds her of spaghetti"
Happiness is a warm gun ~ the beatles
you can find it on the White Album. Briliant song
i think ive only listened to the white album once or twice since im 13. ...Ill have to look through my dady collection again. Its sounds really cool.
@garbage: yay for that song
@maryjane_33: the calender hung itself is one of the most beautiful 'love songs' ever.
Wird sich wieder alles ändern
Oder bleibt es wie es ist?
Heut Nacht flieg ich über Dächer
Wo sie mich endlich küsst
Nur der Moment, der besser ist
Als andere, das du kennst
Der Augenblick an dem du stehen bleibst
Und nicht mehr weg rennst
Alle haben ihren glauben
Und sie halten daran fest
Nur was war noch mal der Grund
Der so viele glauben lässt
Ihre Zukunft dauert ewig und das jetzt ist nur ein Spiel
Und man findet erst im morgen ein wirkliches Gefühl
Bis man bemerkt, dass etwas fehlt
Wie gut es ist, wenn du erzählst
Von dem Moment, der besser ist
Als andere, das du kennst
Der Augenblick an dem du stehen bleibst
Und nicht mehr weg rennst
So lang du denkst
Solltest du sagen
Dass es eins gibt und viele Fragen
Doch nie vergessen, dein Geheimnis zu bewahren
Ja, nie vergessen, dein Geheimnis zu bewahren
Doch nie vergessen, dein Geheimnis zu bewahren
nie vergessen, dein Geheimnis zu bewahren
@garbage: yay for that song
@maryjane_33: the calender hung itself is one of the most beautiful 'love songs' ever.
Wird sich wieder alles ändern
Oder bleibt es wie es ist?
Heut Nacht flieg ich über Dächer
Wo sie mich endlich küsst
Nur der Moment, der besser ist
Als andere, das du kennst
Der Augenblick an dem du stehen bleibst
Und nicht mehr weg rennst
Alle haben ihren glauben
Und sie halten daran fest
Nur was war noch mal der Grund
Der so viele glauben lässt
Ihre Zukunft dauert ewig und das jetzt ist nur ein Spiel
Und man findet erst im morgen ein wirkliches Gefühl
Bis man bemerkt, dass etwas fehlt
Wie gut es ist, wenn du erzählst
Von dem Moment, der besser ist
Als andere, das du kennst
Der Augenblick an dem du stehen bleibst
Und nicht mehr weg rennst
So lang du denkst
Solltest du sagen
Dass es eins gibt und viele Fragen
Doch nie vergessen, dein Geheimnis zu bewahren
Ja, nie vergessen, dein Geheimnis zu bewahren
Doch nie vergessen, dein Geheimnis zu bewahren
nie vergessen, dein Geheimnis zu bewahren
I've exposed your lies, baby
The underneath is no big surprise
Now it's time for changing
And cleansing everything
To forget your love
The underneath is no big surprise
Now it's time for changing
And cleansing everything
To forget your love
into corduroys or jeans, chinos or capris
sweater vest no sleeves, oxford underneath or whatever you think
whatever is gonna make you want me
c'mon and dress me
I'll be your mannequin
make me attractive, so sexy and thin
I will stand still, pose me, in any position
and when people pass by the window, I'll be adored by them
I want to be one of the boys from the catalogues that you flip through
you'll point and say "He's the one"
(lick your finger turn the page slick gloss over images)
and you waste no time deciding
you grab the credit card, call, start ordering
but what's new for fall by spring means nothing
I want to undress you in your walk-in closet
after you try on one of your new outfits
I know that six months later you won't be caught dead in it
but for that moment you're there with your shape hanging everywhere
and it looks perfect, just perfect
sweater vest no sleeves, oxford underneath or whatever you think
whatever is gonna make you want me
c'mon and dress me
I'll be your mannequin
make me attractive, so sexy and thin
I will stand still, pose me, in any position
and when people pass by the window, I'll be adored by them
I want to be one of the boys from the catalogues that you flip through
you'll point and say "He's the one"
(lick your finger turn the page slick gloss over images)
and you waste no time deciding
you grab the credit card, call, start ordering
but what's new for fall by spring means nothing
I want to undress you in your walk-in closet
after you try on one of your new outfits
I know that six months later you won't be caught dead in it
but for that moment you're there with your shape hanging everywhere
and it looks perfect, just perfect
This is a song for Carol
Your into Japanese fastfood
And I drop you off with your Japanese lover
And you're going to the beach all day
You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me
You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me
You're looking like
You've got some sun
Your blistered lips
Have got a kiss
The days are lit like everyone
Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh
Your bones got a little machine
You're the bone machine
I was talking to preachy-preach about kissy-kiss
He bought me a soda
He bought me a soda
He bought me a soda and he tried to molest me in the parking lot
Yep, yep yep YEP!
I make you break
You make me hard
Your Irish skin *
Looks Mexican
Our love is rice and beans and horses lard
Your bones got a little machine
You're the bone machine
Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh [3x]
Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh
Your into Japanese fastfood
And I drop you off with your Japanese lover
And you're going to the beach all day
You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me
You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me
You're looking like
You've got some sun
Your blistered lips
Have got a kiss
The days are lit like everyone
Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh
Your bones got a little machine
You're the bone machine
I was talking to preachy-preach about kissy-kiss
He bought me a soda
He bought me a soda
He bought me a soda and he tried to molest me in the parking lot
Yep, yep yep YEP!
I make you break
You make me hard
Your Irish skin *
Looks Mexican
Our love is rice and beans and horses lard
Your bones got a little machine
You're the bone machine
Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh [3x]
Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh
Scotty doesn't know that Fiona and me
Do it in my van every Sunday.
She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go
Still she's on her knees and Scotty doesn't know!
Oh Scotty doesn't know-o!
So don't Tell Scotty!
Scotty doesn't know!
Scotty doesn't know!
So don't Tell Scotty!
Fiona says she's out shopping,
But she's under me and I'm not stopping...
I can't believe he's so trusting,
While I'm right behind you thrusting. (Wooh...)
Fiona's got him on the phone,
And she's trying not to moan.
It's a three-way call and he knows nothing, nothing
The...parking lot? Why not?
It's so cool when you're on top!
His front lawn. In the snow.
Life is a hunk 'cause Scotty doesn't know!
Scotty doesn't know!
I did her on his birthday...
*backs away sheepishly* heh
Do it in my van every Sunday.
She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go
Still she's on her knees and Scotty doesn't know!
Oh Scotty doesn't know-o!
So don't Tell Scotty!
Scotty doesn't know!
Scotty doesn't know!
So don't Tell Scotty!
Fiona says she's out shopping,
But she's under me and I'm not stopping...
I can't believe he's so trusting,
While I'm right behind you thrusting. (Wooh...)
Fiona's got him on the phone,
And she's trying not to moan.
It's a three-way call and he knows nothing, nothing
The...parking lot? Why not?
It's so cool when you're on top!
His front lawn. In the snow.
Life is a hunk 'cause Scotty doesn't know!
Scotty doesn't know!
I did her on his birthday...
*backs away sheepishly* heh
yay! I found the Mr. Bigg lyrics...I just have to censor about half of the song and then I will post it whooohooo!
i get what i want
but i never want it again
but i never want it again
QUOTE(musecal @ Jan 9 2005, 07:11 PM)
Scotty doesn't know that Fiona and me
Do it in my van every Sunday.
She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go
Still she's on her knees and Scotty doesn't know!
Oh Scotty doesn't know-o!
So don't Tell Scotty!
Scotty doesn't know!
Scotty doesn't know!
So don't Tell Scotty!
Fiona says she's out shopping,
But she's under me and I'm not stopping...
I can't believe he's so trusting,
While I'm right behind you thrusting. (Wooh...)
Fiona's got him on the phone,
And she's trying not to moan.
It's a three-way call and he knows nothing, nothing
The...parking lot? Why not?
It's so cool when you're on top!
His front lawn. In the snow.
Life is a hunk 'cause Scotty doesn't know!
Scotty doesn't know!
I did her on his birthday...
*backs away sheepishly* heh
Do it in my van every Sunday.
She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go
Still she's on her knees and Scotty doesn't know!
Oh Scotty doesn't know-o!
So don't Tell Scotty!
Scotty doesn't know!
Scotty doesn't know!
So don't Tell Scotty!
Fiona says she's out shopping,
But she's under me and I'm not stopping...
I can't believe he's so trusting,
While I'm right behind you thrusting. (Wooh...)
Fiona's got him on the phone,
And she's trying not to moan.
It's a three-way call and he knows nothing, nothing
The...parking lot? Why not?
It's so cool when you're on top!
His front lawn. In the snow.
Life is a hunk 'cause Scotty doesn't know!
Scotty doesn't know!
I did her on his birthday...
*backs away sheepishly* heh
hehe what song is that?
I started selling dope back in 1986
I bought a Cadillac and put them thangs on that bitch
The brains blowed out with them whited leather seats
Fienders screaming for that butter cause that other shit is weak
I was only 17 had the neighborhood hooked
Had em stealing out they crib cause my crack tasted like ribs
I'm up in the morning with tha rest of these rookies
You out here selling these dimes bitch I'm out here selling these cookies
I'm flying out of town getting them thangs for 12-5
400 for an ounce and see 50 when it's dry
Pyrex dishes in tha motherfucking kitchen
Word around town Mr. Bigg got them chickens
That n**** bought a house for a small by the lake
And gave his grandma 60 keys to the safe
Them jealous ass n****** and them hoes started hating
To see my lil sister drive a Benz to graduation
I'm tripping on that Hennessey and I'm smoking on them buzz
I still got love for them n***** selling them dubs
I remember when I use to do tha same shit
Buy a half-ounce and cut it up and sold the block up
I can't put my glock up; my glock is my hoe
And my hoe go everywhere I go
Which one of you fake ass n***** wonna harm me?
I said you better bring the Navy cause I'm finna bring tha Army
[Interlude: Mr. Bigg] (Take that shit to trial bitch-background)
Get yo 12 white folks and take that shit to trail bitch
Y'all motherfuckers talking about giving me 20 motherfucking years
I got 4 motherfucking lawyers standing right here and we'll straighten this bitch up
And if that shit don't work I'll make y'all bitches kill me in this motherfucking court room
So motherfuck you, fuck tha judge, fuck tha D.A., and fuck all you weak ass hoes
I got to make a plan cause them laws is on my ass
I just got a bird and I got to sell it fast
They know about the down payments on my third house
They know about the diamond in my lil sister mouth
They know about the Benz in the back pathfinder
They know about the vacation trip I took to China
They know about the hoe I was fucking named Cathy
Heard she got busted with a bird in Tallahassee
And now they tryin to say that they yay belong to me
I know they trying to get me caught; these n***** keep holding they nuts on me
Dickie suits, and bullet proofs, and still toes
No fake ass n***** only some real hoes
I packed my shit cause it's time for me to go
I'm getting tired of em kicking in my ma door
And even though they don't find shit they talk shit
Asking questions saying how the fuck you bought this shit
And how the fuck you don't work but drive different cars
We got you own a in a state and a Jaguar
Where that dope and them motherfucking guns at?
We'll let you go if you tell us where yo son at
Shit I don't know nothing light it up and type it up
And tell the D.A. get ready cause we gon strike it up
[Interlude: Mr. Bigg] & {Mother} (Take that shit to trail bitch-background)
Dialing…ringing
Hello
{The damn police kicked my door in this morning looking for you boy
Asking me how I bought my house and cars and taking pictures of our shit
So you need to go somewhere and hide out for a minute cause it's hot down here}
Aight mama I'll holla at cha
I'm down in New Orleans with my auntie and my granny
Tha clean side of this Mr. Bigg family
They know I'm on the run so I can't use the phone
My motherfucking babies they don't even know I'm gone
Lent my mama 20,000 for my babies and the bill money
I'm in tha attic smoking weed cause I think this shit is still funny
Make em kill me or turn myself in
Shit I'm facing life in tha goddamn pin
Tha D.A. wonna see a n**** fry
Bringing n***** back from tha pin to testify
Yeah I bought some guns from him
Yeah he sold me some dope
N***** telling on me that I never even seen before
Everybody wonna sell dope and try get rich
Out on the corner just waiting to get indicted
You told on yourself then you told on me
You might a heard of me but you ain't never bought no bird from me
***** ass n***** got this game fucked up
Telling on n***** just to get their time cut
A SKS with a magnified scope
If you wonna fuck with me bitch you better get them white folks
All you hoes and all you n*****
Better take that shit to motherfucking trail
All you hoes and all you n*****
Better take that shit to motherfucking trail
Take that shit to trail bitch (x4)
wow that was rough...
I bought a Cadillac and put them thangs on that bitch
The brains blowed out with them whited leather seats
Fienders screaming for that butter cause that other shit is weak
I was only 17 had the neighborhood hooked
Had em stealing out they crib cause my crack tasted like ribs
I'm up in the morning with tha rest of these rookies
You out here selling these dimes bitch I'm out here selling these cookies
I'm flying out of town getting them thangs for 12-5
400 for an ounce and see 50 when it's dry
Pyrex dishes in tha motherfucking kitchen
Word around town Mr. Bigg got them chickens
That n**** bought a house for a small by the lake
And gave his grandma 60 keys to the safe
Them jealous ass n****** and them hoes started hating
To see my lil sister drive a Benz to graduation
I'm tripping on that Hennessey and I'm smoking on them buzz
I still got love for them n***** selling them dubs
I remember when I use to do tha same shit
Buy a half-ounce and cut it up and sold the block up
I can't put my glock up; my glock is my hoe
And my hoe go everywhere I go
Which one of you fake ass n***** wonna harm me?
I said you better bring the Navy cause I'm finna bring tha Army
[Interlude: Mr. Bigg] (Take that shit to trial bitch-background)
Get yo 12 white folks and take that shit to trail bitch
Y'all motherfuckers talking about giving me 20 motherfucking years
I got 4 motherfucking lawyers standing right here and we'll straighten this bitch up
And if that shit don't work I'll make y'all bitches kill me in this motherfucking court room
So motherfuck you, fuck tha judge, fuck tha D.A., and fuck all you weak ass hoes
I got to make a plan cause them laws is on my ass
I just got a bird and I got to sell it fast
They know about the down payments on my third house
They know about the diamond in my lil sister mouth
They know about the Benz in the back pathfinder
They know about the vacation trip I took to China
They know about the hoe I was fucking named Cathy
Heard she got busted with a bird in Tallahassee
And now they tryin to say that they yay belong to me
I know they trying to get me caught; these n***** keep holding they nuts on me
Dickie suits, and bullet proofs, and still toes
No fake ass n***** only some real hoes
I packed my shit cause it's time for me to go
I'm getting tired of em kicking in my ma door
And even though they don't find shit they talk shit
Asking questions saying how the fuck you bought this shit
And how the fuck you don't work but drive different cars
We got you own a in a state and a Jaguar
Where that dope and them motherfucking guns at?
We'll let you go if you tell us where yo son at
Shit I don't know nothing light it up and type it up
And tell the D.A. get ready cause we gon strike it up
[Interlude: Mr. Bigg] & {Mother} (Take that shit to trail bitch-background)
Dialing…ringing
Hello
{The damn police kicked my door in this morning looking for you boy
Asking me how I bought my house and cars and taking pictures of our shit
So you need to go somewhere and hide out for a minute cause it's hot down here}
Aight mama I'll holla at cha
I'm down in New Orleans with my auntie and my granny
Tha clean side of this Mr. Bigg family
They know I'm on the run so I can't use the phone
My motherfucking babies they don't even know I'm gone
Lent my mama 20,000 for my babies and the bill money
I'm in tha attic smoking weed cause I think this shit is still funny
Make em kill me or turn myself in
Shit I'm facing life in tha goddamn pin
Tha D.A. wonna see a n**** fry
Bringing n***** back from tha pin to testify
Yeah I bought some guns from him
Yeah he sold me some dope
N***** telling on me that I never even seen before
Everybody wonna sell dope and try get rich
Out on the corner just waiting to get indicted
You told on yourself then you told on me
You might a heard of me but you ain't never bought no bird from me
***** ass n***** got this game fucked up
Telling on n***** just to get their time cut
A SKS with a magnified scope
If you wonna fuck with me bitch you better get them white folks
All you hoes and all you n*****
Better take that shit to motherfucking trail
All you hoes and all you n*****
Better take that shit to motherfucking trail
Take that shit to trail bitch (x4)
wow that was rough...
QUOTE(kiss_my_bohemia @ Jan 9 2005, 09:52 PM)
hehe what song is that?
Its the one Matt Damon sings in EuroTrip
oh...i only saw half of that movie but what i did see was funny
^that song has uhm...intresting...lyrics....
^that song has uhm...intresting...lyrics....
QUOTE(kiss_my_bohemia @ Jan 9 2005, 10:00 PM)
oh...i only saw half of that movie but what i did see was funny
^that song has uhm...intresting...lyrics....
^that song has uhm...intresting...lyrics....
oh The Mr. Bigg lyrics...heheh yea I despise most rap but my brother made me listen to "Time To Go To Trial" about a million times and it is just hilarious so I thought I would share the opportunity to laugh at funny rap lyrics...and there is an intro part that is great, you should download it...its funny as hell
hehe ill check it out
plus i already like just cause of the lyrics
(stupid winky face)
plus i already like just cause of the lyrics
(stupid winky face)
beautiful boys on a beautiful dance floor Michael you're dancing like a beautiful dane whore!
ok Ill runaway now
ok Ill runaway now
I walk a lonely road
The only one I that have ever known
Don't know were it goes
But its home and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Blvd. of broken dreams
Were the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find
Till then I'll walk alone
Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line of the edge
And were I walk alone
Read between the lines of what's
Fucked up and every things all right
Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive
And I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find
Till then I'll walk alone
Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
I walk this empty street
On the Blvd. of broken dreams
Were the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a..
My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find
Till then I'll walk away!
The only one I that have ever known
Don't know were it goes
But its home and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Blvd. of broken dreams
Were the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find
Till then I'll walk alone
Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line of the edge
And were I walk alone
Read between the lines of what's
Fucked up and every things all right
Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive
And I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find
Till then I'll walk alone
Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
I walk this empty street
On the Blvd. of broken dreams
Were the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a..
My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find
Till then I'll walk away!
Today's the Macy's Day Parade
the night of the living dead is on its way
with a credit report for duty call
it's a lifetime guarantee
stuffed in a coffin 10% more free
Red light special at the mausoleum
Give me something that I need
satisfaction guaranteed to you
what's the consolation prize?
economy sized dreams of hope
when I was a kid I thought
I wanted all the things that I haven't got
oh. I learned the hardest way
Then I realized what it took
To tell the difference between
thieves and crooks
A lesson learned to me and you
Give me something that I need
Satisfaction guaranteed
Because I'm thinking about
a brand new hope
the one I've never known
cause now I know
it's all that I wanted
what's the consolation prize?
economy sized dreams of hope
Give me something that I need
Satisfaction guaranteed
Because I'm thinking about
a brand new hope
the one I've never known
and where it goes
and I'm thinking about
the only road
the one I've never known
and where it goes
Because I'm thinking about
a brand new hope
the one I've never known
cause now I know
it's all that I wanted
the night of the living dead is on its way
with a credit report for duty call
it's a lifetime guarantee
stuffed in a coffin 10% more free
Red light special at the mausoleum
Give me something that I need
satisfaction guaranteed to you
what's the consolation prize?
economy sized dreams of hope
when I was a kid I thought
I wanted all the things that I haven't got
oh. I learned the hardest way
Then I realized what it took
To tell the difference between
thieves and crooks
A lesson learned to me and you
Give me something that I need
Satisfaction guaranteed
Because I'm thinking about
a brand new hope
the one I've never known
cause now I know
it's all that I wanted
what's the consolation prize?
economy sized dreams of hope
Give me something that I need
Satisfaction guaranteed
Because I'm thinking about
a brand new hope
the one I've never known
and where it goes
and I'm thinking about
the only road
the one I've never known
and where it goes
Because I'm thinking about
a brand new hope
the one I've never known
cause now I know
it's all that I wanted
Cast a line with a velvet glove
Reading like an open book, in the hands of love
In this matrix, it's plain to see
It's either you or me.
Reading like an open book, in the hands of love
In this matrix, it's plain to see
It's either you or me.
and it all breaks down
at the first rehearsal
that the muse in my head
she's in reversal
spinning me round
she's coming over me
at the first rehearsal
that the muse in my head
she's in reversal
spinning me round
she's coming over me
Every step we take that's synchronized
Every broken bone
Reminds me of the second time
That I followed you home
judge the sentence the findings are fake
commission your thoughts, commission your thoughts
to punish the world who can't just step away
can't just step away, cant just step away
commission your thoughts, commission your thoughts
to punish the world who can't just step away
can't just step away, cant just step away
So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will
hot stuff, cant get enough.
I’ve been a bad bad girl,
I’ve been careless with a delicate man.
And it’s a sad sad world,
When a girl can break a boy
Just because she can.
Don’t you tell me to deny it,
I’ve done wrong and I want to
Suffer for my sins.
I’ve come to you ’cause I need
Guidance to be true
And I just don’t know where I can begin.
fiona apple=genious
I’ve been careless with a delicate man.
And it’s a sad sad world,
When a girl can break a boy
Just because she can.
Don’t you tell me to deny it,
I’ve done wrong and I want to
Suffer for my sins.
I’ve come to you ’cause I need
Guidance to be true
And I just don’t know where I can begin.
fiona apple=genious
i am thinking its a sign,
that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images
and when we kiss theyre perfectly aligned
that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images
and when we kiss theyre perfectly aligned
ohhh oohhhh
we come to play in the happy house
and waste the day in the happy house
it never rains never rains
we come to scream in the happy house
we're in a dream in the happy house
we're all quite (sane?)
we come to play in the happy house
and waste the day in the happy house
it never rains never rains
we come to scream in the happy house
we're in a dream in the happy house
we're all quite (sane?)
I've got a bike
You can ride it if you like
It's got a basket
A bell that rings
And things to make it look good
I'd give it to you if I could
But I borrowed it
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything
Everything if you want things
I've got a cloak
It's a bit of a joke
There's a tear up the front
It's red and black
I've had it for months
If you think it could look good
Then I guess it should
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything
Everything if you want things
I know a mouse
And he hasn't got a house
I don't know why
I call him Gerald
He's getting rather old
But he's a good mouse
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything
Everything if you want things
I've got a clan of gingerbread men
Here a man
There a man
Lots of gingerbread men
Take a couple if you wish
They're on the dish
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything
Everything if you want things
I know a room full of musical tunes
Some rhyme
Some ching
Most of them are clockwork
Let's go into the other room and make them work
You can ride it if you like
It's got a basket
A bell that rings
And things to make it look good
I'd give it to you if I could
But I borrowed it
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything
Everything if you want things
I've got a cloak
It's a bit of a joke
There's a tear up the front
It's red and black
I've had it for months
If you think it could look good
Then I guess it should
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything
Everything if you want things
I know a mouse
And he hasn't got a house
I don't know why
I call him Gerald
He's getting rather old
But he's a good mouse
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything
Everything if you want things
I've got a clan of gingerbread men
Here a man
There a man
Lots of gingerbread men
Take a couple if you wish
They're on the dish
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything
Everything if you want things
I know a room full of musical tunes
Some rhyme
Some ching
Most of them are clockwork
Let's go into the other room and make them work
^where's your Syd Barrett song?
QUOTE(cobainsappy1969 @ Jan 10 2005, 10:17 PM)
^where's your Syd Barrett song?
hahaha I am still working out all of the lyrics...maybe tomorrow I will have it done...I want it to incorporate a lot of pink floyd references and I printed out some tab sheets to start putting it all together
QUOTE(musecal @ Jan 10 2005, 07:24 PM)
hahaha I am still working out all of the lyrics...maybe tomorrow I will have it done...I want it to incorporate a lot of pink floyd references and I printed out some tab sheets to start putting it all together
Sounds cool.
Not the stone
In my life I had some minutes
When I thought that I`m alone
But today I am high spirits
I`ve understood you`re not the stone
You`re not the stone
I don`t need more
I will be here
To check your core
I can talk to you when I need to
I can call on you when I need to
I can dream of you when I need to
I can die with you when I need to`
In my life I had some minutes
When I thought that I`m alone
But today I am high spirits
I`ve understood you`re not the stone
You`re not the stone
I don`t need more
I will be here
To check your core
I can talk to you when I need to
I can call on you when I need to
I can dream of you when I need to
I can die with you when I need to`
You want her, confront her.
Just open your window.
Unbolt it, unlock it,
Unfasten your latch.
You want it, confront it.
Just open your window.
All you really have to do is ask.
Just open your window.
Unbolt it, unlock it,
Unfasten your latch.
You want it, confront it.
Just open your window.
All you really have to do is ask.
London's burning with boredom now
London's burning dial 99999
London's burning with boredom now
London's burning dial 99999
London's burning dial 99999
London's burning with boredom now
London's burning dial 99999
Here in the streets of American nights
Rise to the bottom of the meaning of life
Studied all the rules, and I want no part
But I let you in just to break this heart
Even though it was only one night
It was fuckin' strange
Nina's in the bedroom
She says, "Time to go now"
But leavin' it ain't easy
I've got to let go
Oh, I've got to let go
Rise to the bottom of the meaning of life
Studied all the rules, and I want no part
But I let you in just to break this heart
Even though it was only one night
It was fuckin' strange
Nina's in the bedroom
She says, "Time to go now"
But leavin' it ain't easy
I've got to let go
Oh, I've got to let go
Well done for making out those lyrics, if you did.
Er er
songs are never quite the answer, just the soundtrack to a life
Er er
songs are never quite the answer, just the soundtrack to a life
Ambulance X extracts several consultants
from the slow gumming death at the office orifice.
Ambulance Y imprisons the sigh of the recent amputee
and dumps her in the xylophone trees.
Ambulance X scours the tanning complex for repunzels
rotting in their skin cooking coffins.
Ambulance Y drops the body off at the door step.
Ambulance X pulls you out of the party
and rubs your freckles like a DJ to his records
but Ambulance Y teaches you the word goodbye
and cuts your hands to show you where you stand,
under the monolith of what is love and what is scam,
what is sun and what is tan.
The Ambulance Angels pull up to your doorstep
the sirens flash emergency,
"you'd better come quick."
The Ambulance Angels chisel a crack in your mouth,
and then they paint a landscape with your regret and shouts.
Roll tape and decode the moans,
ventilate the scandal from these locked up mouth holes.
You'll never see your wife
and children again so tell us what it was going through your head,
when you looked into their eyes
and said "no thanks i'll take the hooker instead"
You'll never see that office again
so when the nurse amputates both of your thighs
come a little bit closer to the mic
and tell us what you miss more your desk or the hungry sky.
The Ambulance Angels pull up to the graveyard,
and leave you there bubbling broken sonnets and shards.
The Ambulance Angels notify your next of kin
and show them the scrap book of your operation:
His head was a faucet leaking love, laughter and lies:
all his secret wishes, all his world famous sighs.
But before you give in,
just remember we're coming back for your children
from the slow gumming death at the office orifice.
Ambulance Y imprisons the sigh of the recent amputee
and dumps her in the xylophone trees.
Ambulance X scours the tanning complex for repunzels
rotting in their skin cooking coffins.
Ambulance Y drops the body off at the door step.
Ambulance X pulls you out of the party
and rubs your freckles like a DJ to his records
but Ambulance Y teaches you the word goodbye
and cuts your hands to show you where you stand,
under the monolith of what is love and what is scam,
what is sun and what is tan.
The Ambulance Angels pull up to your doorstep
the sirens flash emergency,
"you'd better come quick."
The Ambulance Angels chisel a crack in your mouth,
and then they paint a landscape with your regret and shouts.
Roll tape and decode the moans,
ventilate the scandal from these locked up mouth holes.
You'll never see your wife
and children again so tell us what it was going through your head,
when you looked into their eyes
and said "no thanks i'll take the hooker instead"
You'll never see that office again
so when the nurse amputates both of your thighs
come a little bit closer to the mic
and tell us what you miss more your desk or the hungry sky.
The Ambulance Angels pull up to the graveyard,
and leave you there bubbling broken sonnets and shards.
The Ambulance Angels notify your next of kin
and show them the scrap book of your operation:
His head was a faucet leaking love, laughter and lies:
all his secret wishes, all his world famous sighs.
But before you give in,
just remember we're coming back for your children
Time and time again
We fall into the depths of who we are
But you can't keep running away
From what you're trying to find
We fall into the depths of who we are
But you can't keep running away
From what you're trying to find
I've got a funny one hihihihi
Elektronik Supersonik
Hey baby, wake up from your asleep.
We have arrived unto the future
And the whole world is become...
Elektronik - Supersonik
Supersonik - Elektronik
Hey baby, ride with me away,
We doesnt have much time,
my blue jeans is tight,
So onto my love rocket climb.
Inside tank of fuel is not fuel, but love.
Above us there is nothing above,
but the stars, above.
All systems gone!
Prepare for down-count!
5.. 4.. 3.. 1.. OFFBLAST!
Fly away in my space rocket,
you no need put money in my pocket
the door is closed I just lock it
I put my love plug in your socket
The sonic sky is bright like fire.
You and me gets higher and higher.
Communications firer.
Only thing that can stop us is flat tire.
Hey Love crusader, I want to be your space invader.
For you I will descend the deepest moon crater.
I is more stronger than Darth Vaber.
Obey me, I is your new dictator.
For you is Venus, I am Mars.
With you, I am richer than all the Tsars.
Make a wishes on a shooting star.
Then for you I will play on my cosmic guitar.
Ladies and Gentlemen, fasten your beltseats.
We have commenced our descent.
I trust you enjoyed this flight as much as you enjoy this action.
Now back on earth, is time for down-splash
Into sea of eternal glory my spaceship crash
people have arrived for to cheer me from near and far
and as I float, I open door and shout:
"I am world's biggest washed up superstar!"
As for sure as the sun rises in the West.
Of all the things and poets on Earth, I am the bestest.
Come, let me put the ring of Jupiter on your finger.
Then like a smell around you, I will forever linger.
Ok, it's time for end. No more will I sing.
Let me take you back in time.
I want you to experience Big Bang!
Long live Space Race! Long live Molvania!
Elektronik Supersonik
Hey baby, wake up from your asleep.
We have arrived unto the future
And the whole world is become...
Elektronik - Supersonik
Supersonik - Elektronik
Hey baby, ride with me away,
We doesnt have much time,
my blue jeans is tight,
So onto my love rocket climb.
Inside tank of fuel is not fuel, but love.
Above us there is nothing above,
but the stars, above.
All systems gone!
Prepare for down-count!
5.. 4.. 3.. 1.. OFFBLAST!
Fly away in my space rocket,
you no need put money in my pocket
the door is closed I just lock it
I put my love plug in your socket
The sonic sky is bright like fire.
You and me gets higher and higher.
Communications firer.
Only thing that can stop us is flat tire.
Hey Love crusader, I want to be your space invader.
For you I will descend the deepest moon crater.
I is more stronger than Darth Vaber.
Obey me, I is your new dictator.
For you is Venus, I am Mars.
With you, I am richer than all the Tsars.
Make a wishes on a shooting star.
Then for you I will play on my cosmic guitar.
Ladies and Gentlemen, fasten your beltseats.
We have commenced our descent.
I trust you enjoyed this flight as much as you enjoy this action.
Now back on earth, is time for down-splash
Into sea of eternal glory my spaceship crash
people have arrived for to cheer me from near and far
and as I float, I open door and shout:
"I am world's biggest washed up superstar!"
As for sure as the sun rises in the West.
Of all the things and poets on Earth, I am the bestest.
Come, let me put the ring of Jupiter on your finger.
Then like a smell around you, I will forever linger.
Ok, it's time for end. No more will I sing.
Let me take you back in time.
I want you to experience Big Bang!
Long live Space Race! Long live Molvania!
Pretty things, so what if I like pretty things
Pretty lies, so what if I like pretty lies
From where you are, to where I am now
I need these pretty things, around the planets of our phase
Everything's a sign of my astrology
From where you are, to where I am now
Is its own galaxy
Be a star and fall down somewhere next to me
And make it past your color TV
This time will pass and with it will me
And all these pretty things
Don't say you don't notice them
Pretty lies, so what if I like pretty lies
From where you are, to where I am now
I need these pretty things, around the planets of our phase
Everything's a sign of my astrology
From where you are, to where I am now
Is its own galaxy
Be a star and fall down somewhere next to me
And make it past your color TV
This time will pass and with it will me
And all these pretty things
Don't say you don't notice them
fauuuuuuuuuuulllllllllllllllltttttt! do not adjust!
Sad sad world
I want to cry
but I can't
I have to play death.
I know my name
I know my life
but I don't know who I am.
Everything can change,
second to second
and you're in there
but don't know what to do,
so you play death.
You're numb
you're empty
you repress it,
And you don't feel yourself anymore.
It comes with the wind
and goes with the storm,
and you're alone in the place of dark clouds around you.
I want to cry
but I can't
I have to play death.
When I laugh and feel happy
I think I'm myself
but when I sit here
and feel nothing
just me
Am I this?
I'm numb
I'm empty
I repress it,
And I don't feel myself anymore.
Because when I feel myself
I can't endure what I feel
I can't endure the person I feel
what she feels
what's happening her
and how she acts
But she can do nothing
and so she plays death
I want to cry
but I can't
I have to play death.
I have to repress my feelings
I have to repress my thoughts
how it is when it's not that.
Two parts,
but who am I?
Where is I,
when the problems reach me,
when the truth grabbs at me,
when the pain flows through my body
I can't believe,
I want to cry,
but I can't
so I have to play death
oh but whats your shoe size?
keep walking oh keep talking
~one the best songs ever!!!!
keep walking oh keep talking
~one the best songs ever!!!!
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