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A dancer who was high in a field from a moment
Caught my breath on my way home
Couldn't stop that spinning force
I fell into you
Everything drowns you to giggle
You are up with the flower and I care
So the dancer who gets wild to the deep reveling rhythm
But I am always away for weeks
that pass slow like mind gets lost
Feeling envy for the kid who danced in spite of anything
And we're out in the flowers and feel better
If I could just leave my body for the night
Then we could be dancing no more missing you while I am gone
Then we could be dancing and you'd smile and say I like this song
And then ours would meet them we will recognize nothing's wrong
And I wouldn't feel so selfish I won't be this way very long
To hold you in time
To hold you in time
To hold you in time
To hold you in time
And we're dancing, early hours drunken days finally ended
And the streets turn for pillowcase
And I fumble all good lie
Then the ecstasy turns the writhing light through our windowpane
Now I am gone, I left flowers for you there
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Is it much to admit I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house
I don't care for fancy things
Or to take part in a precious race
And children cry for the one who has
A real big heart and a father's grace
I don't mean to seem like I care about material things like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls
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Face your money into the dark
But you can't sweat unless
Swung by the hen
Let them crawl into the logs
That damn crouching for you
Offer a pen
Exciting and screaming
Their voices go wild
And rise with the birds
Mating up in the clouds
Two bottles at three covered
By leaves, maybe they will
Make prince on their backs
Will it just be like they're dreaming?
Will it be just like I'm dreaming?
Will it just be like they're dreaming?
Will it be just like I'm dreaming?
If they're awake till the dawn
We won't fret they don't have our eyes
Ghosting, crawling around but I
Won't be slept on our side
From our window to lanterns
Go signs on the night
And letters and shadows
Go watch with the light
I want to be who they will be
To be more like their dad
Will it just be like they're dreaming?
Will it be just like I'm dreaming?
Will it just be like they're dreaming?
Will it be just like I'm dreaming?
If the wind is threatenin'
Maybe I should bath them
Maybe we should let them
And I have a question:
ARE YUO ALSO FRIGHTENED?
ARE YOU ALSO FRIGHTENED?
ARE YOU ALSO FRIGHTENED?
ARE YOU ALSO FRIGHTENED?
ARE YOU ALSO FRIGHTENED
ARE YOU ALSO FRIGHTENED?
ARE YOU ALSO FRIGHTENED?
ARE YOU ALSO FRIGHTENED?
No one should call you a dreamer
No one should call you a dreamer
No one should call you a dreamer
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Now, Now, Now, Now, Now, Now
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So x4
Seems that one night I would string to my sheets
forehead is leaking, but hey she squeaks (?)
And I'm lost in the clock, friend says you're gonna get tired
I'm dead as a pool and the walls are on fire
Soak my head in the sink for a while
Chills on my neck and it makes me smile
The both of them move and my skin's gotta breathe
You pick up the phone and I'm so relieved
You slide down the stairs and I hear you scream
The sun is laughing it's a slippery feel (?)
And I want to walk around with you x2
With you, with you, with oh
It doesn't really matter how good you feel
Harmful breathes to the midnight meal (?)
I pull down the the window as you point out the cops
Pull off your sleeves and I ditch my socks
Dancing to the songs with the cars in their bags (?)
Went to the convoy, smell that trash
Walking around in our summertime clothes
Know where to go when our bodies go
And we'll breathe it down this morning bloom (?)
With the purple young, and you're sleeping soon (?)
And I want to walk around with you x2
With the sun, you know I wanna get in x16
Don't cool off, lay it all off (?)
Let's see the sound of the heat from the sound of the rain
It's easy to sleep when I'm with my brain
You close my rest with a saccharin sheen
Kissing my wind through my window screen
The words are as close that I cannot hide (?)
Too much on my mind, let's build outside
Do you wanna go stroll down and find a little stream?
My clothes are not soaked, but they're building sweet (?)
And there's no one pushing for a place
As we act around an easy pace (?)
And I want to walk around with you x6
Just you
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Just a sec more in my bed
Hope my machine's working right
When it's just precisely tuned
That shit's gonna be so nice
Make sure my kid's got a jacket
Keys and coat and shoes and hat
Strap a stroller to my back
Bouncing along every crack
What good is it to make it fast
Sing a song to pass the playground
What can I do as traffic pass
Guard my girl from muffler's black gas
What can I do to make it fast
Pop a jump but not too hard
And we'll end up at the ramp
Stop and look at the traffic signal
...Sec more in my bed
Hope my machine's working right
When it's just precisely tuned
That shit's gonna be so nice
Make sure my kid's got a jacket
Keys and coat and shoes and hat
Strap a stroller to my back
Bouncing along every crack
What good is it to make it fast
Sing a song to pass the playground
What can I do as traffic pass
Guard my girl from muffler's black gas
What can I do to make it fast
Pop a jump but not too hard
And we'll end up at the ramp
Stop and look at the traffic signal
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I'm getting lost in your curls
I'm drawing pictures on your skin, so soft it twirls
I like your looks when you get mean
I know I shouldn't say so but when you
Claw me like a cat, I'm beaming
I like the way you squeeze my hand
Pulling me into another dream,
A lucid dream.
I'm getting lost in your curls
I'm getting crushed out on the things
that only I should see
not for boys, they're just for me
Hurry to talk, from far away
I can see you, you curl your fists and you pull your hair
When we're alone, I wanna say
Let's just stay in, no one's here in our apartment babe
Put on the dress that I like
It makes me so crazy, though I can't say why
Keep on your stockings for a while
Some kind of magic in the way you're lying there
I'm getting lost in your curls
I'm getting rushed back on a whim,
Our breaths get wind
Back to the time when we were green
I know we have changed
But I still grin 'cause I can't wait to see you
Back to the time I touched your hair
When I was so scared to look that mean, I think it's weird
I'm getting lost in your curls
I'm getting crushed out on the things
that only I should see
They're not for boys, they're just for me
We're in the dark, from far away
It's so hard for me
Only to get the urge to kiss you there
When we're alone, I wanna say
Let's just stay in, no one's here in our apartment babe
Put on the dress that I like
It makes me so crazy, though I can't say why
Keep on your stockings for a while
Some kind of magic in the way you're lying there
Put on your dress that I like
It makes me so crazy, though I can't say why
Keep on your stockings for a while
Some kind of magic in the way you talk about your
blue eyeshadow, says I
keep (?)
you to call him
anything
by
your blue (?)
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I really want to do just what my body wants to
I really want to do just what my body needs to
I really want to show to my girl that I want her
I really want to show to my girl that I need her
I want to do what my body needs to
I want to show to my girl that I need her
I started using my mind
And I used my hands
It was what I want to
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There's a secret place I hide that's deep inside of me
An elusive voice that tells me what I like, now
You might think I'm gonna judge you in your fancy place
I don't really give that credit to what taste does 'cause
I don't care if you don't like that
You get your feelings hurt
But I'm okay with that
And if I like you
It's for your simple ways
And we will always be at a tasty place
And you can cook a rose but I don't eat those
Taste!
And I didn't pretend to like the clothes you chose for me
Something in my heart, it tells me it's a weakness
But I like shiny things and flower prints you wouldn't dare
Take a woman's blouse and set it for your son to wear
When we share our points of view
You get a glimpse of me
I get a glimpse of you
And I don't really care
If I don't change your ways
We will always be at the tasty place
And you can cook a rose but I don't eat those
Taste!
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I real? Am I real? Am I real?
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When all this mess will ever get away, apart from Chinatown
Weaving in and out of line, the sidewalk's full of merchandise
and now my nervous tick has capped a lip, my cheeks are chewed down to the bit
upon the roof is stealing at the hustling crowds still reached out
i go up there and light a leaf and wish our turn was next now
a (?) and some of us that's back inside a haunted house
i packed my bags and filled em with (?)
(?)
This rhythm that's up in my head,
This rhythm that's up in my head,
This rhythm it needs to get right out of my clothes and get into my bedroom.
is there no reason it'll be the way it was, please look at me.
my three best friends so casually just letting go so joyfully
and if i let my (?) and if i let my (?)
I'll always be happy or now is it just trying to divide
it makes me think my dearest things
are not what they're supposed to be.
i trick myself at anytime i've got to keep up
oh my god
and hope that i will not be wrong and keep my faith inside a song
and we'll make up, which reminds me not to leave them back inside
This rhythm that's up in my head,
This rhythm that's up in my head,
This rhythm it needs to get right out of my clothes and get into my bedroom.
lion in a coma, lion in a coma, do do do do
lion in a coma, lion in a coma, do do do do
Sometimes the sun will shine, yes i am just feelin' fine.
Sometimes i'm not aware where I am or what i care
Sometimes i'm well-to-do but I don't know what to do
Sometimes i don't agree with my thoughts on being free
Please don't leave me
Seems I feel good,
I've been lucky trying to feel good
Sometimes the sun will shine, yes i am just feelin' fine.
Sometimes i'm not aware where I am or what i care
Sometimes i'm well-to-do but I don't know what to do
Sometimes i don't agree with my thoughts on being free.
Please don't leave me
Seems I feel good,
I've been lucky trying to feel good.
Lion in a coma, Lion in a coma
Who wants to smell the fine aroma,
Lion in a coma, Lion in a coma
Who wants to run again at home
Lion in a coma, Lion in a coma
Who wants to use his aching bones
Lion in a coma, Lion in a coma.
Don't keep lying in a coma.
Lion in a coma, Lion in a coma
Who wants to smell the fine aroma,
Lion in a coma, Lion in a coma
Who wants to use his aching bones
Lion in a coma, Lion in a coma
Who wants to run again at home
Lion in a coma, Lion in a coma.
Don't keep lying in a coma.
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no more runnin
says my mind
all this movement
has just proved
your kisses are too fine
hold the honey that i see
friends i once had
turn their thoughts away from me
no more runnin
ive got to be
on back porches
with a torch
of a fire fly lit tree
its what i hoped for
its what i hoped for
no more runnin
no more runnin
i lock my bones and
trip my feet
i told them
ill find a place to be
you stink like candy
in your teeth
when you
leave your face with me
no more runnin
says my mind
all this movement
has just proved
your kisses are too fine
its what i hoped for
its what i hoped for
no more runnin
no more runnin
no more runnin
no more runnin
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Open up your
Open up your
Open up your throat
And let the 'oh'
Let that 'oh'
Let the 'oh'
Let them go
I know it doesn't get any darker
They're taking what you got
You gotta open up your throat
Matt
Open up your throat
Noah's brother
Sport
You got to wait all day
While you change what you planned
You gotta wake up in the mornin'
You gotta have a real good time
Whoo!
You're halfway to fully grown
You've got a real good shot
You've got so much inside
Let it come right out
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