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