I saw beauty spat in its eye
I saw the light, and all it saw was my phlegm
I witnessed greatness. I kicked its teeth in
More teeth sprouted, just like the skull of a child
La, da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da-da, La-da-da-da-da da da da da
La, da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da-da, La-da-da-da-da da da da da
Then it got personal
I sunned my rage
I just wanted to rage
But all I got was tired
I tried to walk to the building
But the beauty, it brittled me
I tried to talk to the waiter
But the beauty, it gentled me
I ran away from the security guard
Because security guards dishearten me
I said goodbye to my dignity
Said goodbye to my dignity
Some days you're a member of Queen
Other days you're a Kottonmouth King
Some days you're Emilio Estevez
Other days you're Charlie Sheen
Hope like a hole
Tail between my legs
Some kind of love
Some kind of hate
When I made my escape
I found a nice hiding place
It was warm and dark
And it had teeth at the entrance
Teeth at the entrance
Teeth at the entrance to the
Ca-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a, a-a-a-a-a-a-ave
La, da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da-da, La-da-da-da-da da da da da
Re: Music for 2018
Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2018 9:49 pm
by Burnt Hill
Stormy
Classics IV
You were the sunshine, baby, whenever you smiled
but I call you stormy today
All of a sudden that old rain´s fallin´ down
and my world is cloudy and gray, you´ve gone away
Oh, stormy, oh, stormy, bring back that sunny day
Yesterday´s love was like a warm summer breeze
but like the weather it changed
New things are dreary baby and it´s windy and cold
and I stand alone in the rain callin´ your name
Oh, stormy, oh, stormy, bring back that sunny day
Oh, stormy, oh, stormy, bring back that sunny day
Bring back that sunny day, oh stormy oh stormy...
lock your doors, lock it tight
it’s the new immoral right
they wanna cleanse the home of the brave
for the master race of the usa
it’s so beautiful
on the street you won’t know them
like a pack of wolves
in sheeps’ clothing
spreading wide, spreading far
not just another false alarm
it’s so beautiful
america — i got my bible
america — i got my handgun
america — now i’m ready
america — home of the brave
america – and the home of the slaves
america — now i’m ready but are you?
I’ve seen you watching
Her every time she crosses the floor
So won’t you just go and talk to
The one you really adore
I’m getting pretty used to being
The one that you always ignore
When somebody wants you
I’ve seen it before
You’re every kind of color
There ain’t nothing that you won’t claim
Your ambition and promise
And your addiction to fame
And everyone’s got a dollar
Sign after their name
When somebody wants you
You treat ’em just the same
So go on and pick up
You don’t care what poison you choose
And what person you lose
It should’ve been me, yeah
Shouldn’t it be?
A crushing quiet
Blows in through your window
To someone who wants you
That you’ll never know
But I’ll pick up around you
And clear everything out
Leave you where I found you
I figured you out
Leave you where I found you
I figured you out
Me and my partner we work on the run
The quick try to get quicker
And the creepers get hung
Now it's you that got wasted tonight on the job
One lost his liquor
And the other lost his hand
Ten sticky thumb prints on the door and the sink
But nothin' saw nothin' - just smell the stink
Five hundred mugshots and a hundred to one
Four forgotten and the rest just won't come
When you've begun to think like a gun
The rest of the year has already gone
When you've begun to think like a gun
The days of the year have suddenly gone
blood on the windows and blood on the walls
Blood on the ceiling and down in the halls
And the papers keep downing on everything I burned
And the people getting restless but they'll never learn
I picked up a doctor - he's good with a knife
Says anaesthetic's a waste of his time
Works in a hurry but always worthwhile
Knows they won't be back for a long long time
Top of the staircase was ready to fall
We were still waiting downstairs in the hall
Watch out for big mama, she'll set you on fire
Or go for your neck with the chicken wire
When you've begun to think like a gun
The days of the year have suddenly gone
Once you've begun to think like a gun
The days of the year have already gone
Mother of plenty, mother of none
You've got me cornered and still on the run
I don't care nothing about you anyway
Stuck in this hole I'm on my way
Yeah when you've begun to live like a gun
The days of the year have already gone
When you've begun to think like a gun
The days of the year have suddenly gone
0:00 - All You Are Going To Want To Do Is Get Back There
3:45 - Moments Of Sufficient Lucidity
7:33 - The Great Hidden Sea Of The Unconscious
10:35 - Libet's Delay
14:00 - I Feel As If Might Be Vanishing
15:57 - An Empty Bliss Beyond This World
20:16 - Bedded Deep In Long Term Memory
22:05 - A Relationship With The Sublime
25:40 - Mental Caverns Without Sunshine
28:54 - Pared Back To The Minimal
30:40 - Mental Caverns Without Sunshine
32:15 - An Empty Bliss Beyond This World
36:03 - Tiny Gradiations Of Loss
38:55 - Camaraderie At Arms Length
43:41 - The Sublime Is Disappointingly Elusive
45:25 - Fleeting Dreams
48:28 - The Story Is Lost