Gypsy, sittin lookin pretty
The broken rose with laughin' eyes
You're a mystery
Always runnin' wild
Like a child without a home
You're always searchin'
Searchin for a feelin'
But it's easy come and easy go
Gypsy, sittin lookin pretty
The broken rose with laughin' eyes
You're a mystery
Always runnin' wild
Like a child without a home
You're always searchin'
Searchin for a feelin'
But it's easy come and easy go
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Can't know what's high
Til you been down so low
The future's bright
Lit up with no where to go
To and fro the pendulum throws
We are here and then we go
My shadow left me long ago
Understand what we don't know
This might pass, this might last, this may grow
Easy come easy go
Easy left me a long time ago
I'm in the fire, but I'm still cold
Nothing works, works for me anymore
To and fro the pendulum throws
To and fro the pendulum throws
To and fro
To and fro
Last night I had a bad dream
That I was trapped in this city
Then I asked is that really such a bad thing?
I look around like do you wanna be another nigga, that ain't never had things?
Guess not, last night we pulled up on a nigga at the light like
Uh, nice watch, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air
Hands in the air now, hands in the air
Such a beautiful crowd, level's on ten
They're standin' on chairs
Wit' their hands up in the air
Girls gettin' real wild
Hair blowin' in the wind
Girls standin' on chairs
Wit' their hands up in the air
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I'll wait here,
You're crazy,
Those vicious streets are filled with strays,
You should have never gone to Hollywood.
They find you,
Two-time you,
Say you're the best they've ever seen,
You should have never trusted Hollywood.
I wrote you,
And told you,
You were the biggest fish out here,
You should have never gone to Hollywood.
Yeah, I got the music cranking
Japanese TV
My head is full of jasmine smoke
I can hardly breathe
Turquoise dragons slip and slide
Sliding down my back
I'm standing on this cold, thin ice
And I'm about to crack
I'm over
I'm over
Over the edge
Seven candles burn so bright
The full moon behind a veil
The ocean crashing in my head
Outside the sirens wail
Jet black is my dirty hair
Jet black my heart and car
My lips are red, my skin snow white
My face is battle scarred
I no longer feel the pain
No longer feel my love
Just the air conditioner
And some help from the Lord above
Coughing up pieces of my broken heart
My eyes work like radar
I'm lyin' in the afterglow
How would I ever get this far
I'm over
I'm over
Over the edge
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I'm gonna beat the sweetness in you
i'm gonna wipe you brown
I'm gonna find you
What's the clue, babe?
Who makes a fluttering sound?
Can you imagine all the fruitcakes you were afraid to steal?
Can you imagine spies and angels, ready for signing a deal?
Life is an ashtray
Love is a drag
There's an enormous field
Upon the hill where we were born
Big men are driving big machines there
Ready to collect the corn
We'll be the spread upon their sandwich
We're gonna tape the porn
Und if wir gehen ins kino, Mädchen ...
Life is an ashtray
Love is a drag
You're never alone, girl
I'm not above drinking alone
but no good ever comes of it,
unless you count me talking to you now
So, have you been hurt?
Did you hurt someone?
Did you get all crashed down upon?
Me, I'm a friend to the friendless
not that I chose it and if I had
well then who knows?
But that one guy on the train
all talking to himself
ah, he's talking to me
He's saying
"At school they taught me a prayer for money,
a prayer for crap jobs right till I die
never a prayer for people, the brokenhearted
the lonely"
Did you let the blues make you bad
Did you get all twisted?
Did you get so drunk you whispered
"I think I'm gonna die?"
Did you pass nights wondering why you never saw it coming?
Nobody ever sees it coming, no exceptions at all
I'm a friend to the friendless and I don't care
If I had a choice in this it wouldn't be fair
but I don't so let's not get all carried away
with shit you wouldn't change anyway
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
A man and a train, a train and a man
They both tried to run as far
And as fast as they can
But a man's not a train and a train's not a man
A man can do things that a train never can
Goin' up a mountain even half way to the top
The minute that a train runs out of steam it's gotta stop
But it's a different story when a man runs out of steam
He still can go a long, long way
On nothin' but a dream
Goin' cross the country when a train runs out of track
It has to stop and turn around and then start headin' back
But many miles from nowhere out where all the tracks are gone
A man who's got himself a dream
Can still keep goin' on
Pardon me sir, is this seat taken?
I overheard you say, Not stirred but shaken
And I could really throw one back
Such a thirst doesn't always permit
Forward tact, so, if you would sir
Pardon me, a stiff one is my specialty
Strangers on a train
Strangers on a train
Oh, you're very charming sir
Now here's to you
I don't want to know your name
Or what you do
I know, here's to strangers on a train
Strangers on a train
Oh, I think we're going faster
From the mount to the pasture
Just look at that scenery
It's lovely, it's lovely
I really like to ride the train
Especially when I forget where I'm goin'
I really like the way it feels
Motion of the wheels
As the raging sparks are flyin'
From the wounded rails still cryin'
Battling the scenery, it's lovely, it's lovely
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I don't deserve you unless it's some kind of hidden message
to show me life is precious
Then I guess it's true
But to tell truth, I really never knew
T'll I met you... See I was lost and confused
Twisted and used up
Knew a better life existed but thought that I missed it
I kinda like the way you move me
sleek and slick and upside down
this blur of colors rushing through me
but you can’t utter a sound
I kinda like the way you push me
into a state of disarray
let’s conjure up a castle
and we’ll toss the key away
quintessentially unreal
I kinda like the way you shiver
and shake and quake and go away
spin me a million miles an hour
let’s make some plans for yesterday
I kinda like the way you pull me
farther and farther away
in the kingdom of the mind’s eye
I think we’ll always stay this way
quintessentially unreal
I'm the kinda man likes to get away
Like to start dreaming about
Tomorrow, today
Never said that I love you
even though it's so
Where's that duffle bag of mine?
It's time to go /
I'm gonna be leaving
At the break of dawn
Wish you could come
But I don't need no woman tagging along
I'll sneak out that door
Couldn't stand to see you cry
I'd stay another year if I saw teardrops in your eyes /
I never had a damn thing, but what I had
I had to leave it behind
You're the hardest thing
I ever tried to get off my mind
Always something greener on the other side of that hill
I was born a wrangler and a rounder
And I guess I always will
Heard it in a love song
Can't be wrong
If you’re gone be gone for good
don't make the mistakes i would
you can’t pin your dreams on guys like me
so if you’re gone be gone for good
And if you hurt, then hurt me too
for all the shit that you been through
it’s an eye for an eye and my black for your blues
so if you hurt then hurt me too
Underneath and In-between
All the armor and and fallen leaves
There is a life, for a price, a relief
Paper planes and wooden boats
All anchored still
i wish you will, from your windowsill
But if you love, just love yourself
Don't buy those lies they sell
Theres no greater myth than happiness
so if you love, just love yourself
Don't hang your dreams from broken beams
and if you’re gone be gone for good
now that we got gone for good
writhing under your riding hood
tell your gra'ma and your mama too
it's true
we're howling forever
We built a tall, tall tower
Towards the sun, towards the sun
Took some words and built a wall
And called it love, called it love
And somewhere in all the talking
The meaning faded out
Oh, I wonder
When did it all stop making sense?
I don't understand
I remember we were so sure, so innocent
Oh, but that was then
You're speaking a dead, dead language
You don't sound like yourself
I hope its just lost in translation
So why don't you show? Don't try to tell
And brick by brick we started crumbling
Will I find you when it falls?
Oh, I wonder
When did it all stop making sense?
I don't understand
I remember we were so sure, so innocent
Oh, but that was then
Can we ever go back?
Don't hold your breath
Look around
Try to add it up
Pin it down
But you can't
Oh, I wonder
When did it all stop making sense?
I don't understand
I remember we were so sure, so innocent
Oh, but that was then
Can we ever go back again?
Can we ever go back?
In terrible silence you stood at the world's end
And crawled into the sun
Blinded by the signal fires
That seared your heart
And the seething tongues of the lies we became
I sat in Babel's tower
And judged the world
Said I spoke the language
Of saints and sinners
But preached the world was flat
And slipped between the cracks
In horror I strode to the world's end
Saw some torn by hunger
Others broken by steel
But by the bitterest fortune
Cursed the heathen and holy
But found no relief
We sat in Babel's tower
And fought over the world
I never spoke the language
Of your saints and sinners
Of men nor beast
Who roamed this flat earth
Liars tongues seethe in fire
At the end of harsh white lines
We set the world to rights
Yet I awoke in the same black spirit
State once again
And we sat in judgement in Babel's tower
How come every time you come around
My London London Bridge want to go down
Like London London London wanna go down
Like London London London be going down like
London Bridge is falling down
Falling down, falling down
London Bridge is falling down
Build it up with iron bars
Iron bars, iron bars
Build it up with iron bars
Iron bars will bend and break
Bend and break, bend and break
Iron bars will bend and break
Build it up with god and silver
Gold and silver, gold and silver
Build it up with gold and silver
London Bridge is falling down
Falling down, falling down
London Bridge is falling down
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It's caving in around me
What I thought was solid ground
I tried to look the other way
But I couldn't turn around
It's OK for you to hate me
For all the things I've done
I've made a few mistakes
But I'm not the only one
You're not the only oyster in the stew,
Not the only tea leaf in the tea;
I'm convinced,
Completely, fully, firmly convinced,
You're not the only wrinkle in the prune,
You're not the only apple on the tree;
Judging all the facts,
Perfectly logical positive facts
There's seven million people in New York,
Fifty million Frenchmen in Paree,
Not to mention serfs,
And English, Irish, Italians and Turks
Oh,
You're not the only oyster in the stew!
There are nine million bicycles in Beijing
That's a fact,
It's a thing we can't deny
Like the fact that I will love you till I die.
We are twelve billion light years from the edge,
That's a guess,
No-one can ever say it's true
But I know that I will always be with you.
I'm warmed by the fire of your love everyday
So don't call me a liar,
Just believe everything that I say
There are six BILLION people in the world
More or less
and it makes me feel quite small
But you're the one I love the most of all
We're high on the wire
With the world in our sight
And I'll never tire,
Of the love that you give me every night
There are nine million bicycles in Beijing
That's a Fact,
it's a thing we can't deny
Like the fact that I will love you till I die
And there are nine million bicycles in Beijing
And you know that I will love you till I die!
Summer salted all our winter wounds
And pressed them cool against the tiles,
Keep your heat when seasons die,
And darken like the night
Unfold this day into a paper crane
And fold the wings from my desires,
Courage can be written down,
And practiced like a lie
I followed my longing to feel something new,
My love, it followed me
right back to you
Well I trace the map in the curve of your spine,
I get lost by the hour in the blink of your eye,
In the shadowed valleys of your backbone I find
Love lies
Summer tried to drown my shadow in the sea,
But my shadow swims along beneath,
And mirrors me on blackened shores,
Our darkness never leaves
Well I trace the map in the curve of your spine,
I get lost by the hour in the blink of your eye,
In the shadowed valleys of your backbone I find
Love lies
If I gave a thought to fascination
I would know it wasn't right to care
Logic doesn't seem to mind that
I am fascinated by your love affair
Still my heart would benefit from
A little tenderness from time to time but never mind
'Cause, baby, I'm a fool
Who thinks it's cool to fall in love
Baby, I should hold on just a moment
And be sure it's not for vanity
Look me in the eye and tell me
Love is never based upon insanity
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life
Fight fear for the selfish pain, it was worth it every time
Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends
A clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again
'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need
Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?
Walk on through a red parade and refuse to make amends
It cuts deep through our ground and makes us forget all common sense
Don't speak as I try to leave 'cause we both know what we'll choose
If you pull then I'll push too deep and I'll fall right back to you
Why are you my clarity?
Why are you my remedy?
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?
Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me
And speak but don't pretend I won't defend you anymore you see
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you
My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear
If you want me hold me back
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far away
So come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can't stay too long
It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for pleasure
I see my heart explode, it's been eroded by the weather here
If you want me hold me back
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie
And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Hold your eyes closed, take me in
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Something
Is about to give
I can feel it coming
I think I know what it is
I'm not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to live
And when I'm flat on my back
I hope to feel like I did
And hardness
It sets in
You need some protection
The thinner the skin
I want you to know
That you don't need me anymore
I want you to know
You don't need anyone
Or anything at all
Who's to say where the wind will take you
Who's to say what it is will break you
I don't know
Which way the wind will blow
Who's to know when the time has come around
Don't want to see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye
It's somewhere I can taste the salty sea
There's a kite blowing out of control on the breeze
I wonder what's gonna happen to you
You wonder what has happened to me
I'm a man
I'm not a child
A man who sees
The shadow behind your eyes
Who's to say where the wind will take you
Who's to say what it is will break you
I don't know
Where the wind will blow
Who's to know when the time has come around
I don't want to see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye
Did I waste it
Not so much I couldn't taste it
Life should be fragrant
Rooftop to the basement
The last of the rocks stars
When hip-hop drove the big cars
In the time when new media
Was the big idea
What was the big idea
Dead end
Don't walk
Keep out
Red light
Steep cliff
Beware
Mad dog
Blind man
Warning land mine
High voltage line
Don't make a pass
Keep of the grass
Detour
Wet paint
Hands off
Dead end
Men working
Dead end
No standing
Dead end
No parking
Dead end
No smoking
Dead end
No joking
Dead end
No more suffering
No more pain
We gotta get on board that freedom train
Give up that prejudice, hate
It's a heartbreakin' load
And all that violence and greed is stuff we don't need
Oh it's gotta be the end of that old mean road
It's a dead dead dead dead end
My friend
When I couldn't see you for the wall
What was that you said?
What was that you said before you called?
And when I couldn't catch you for the fall
What was that you said?
What was that you said?
"Nothing hurts this much"
But you know
What you know is better, is brighter
And you know, you know
What you know is better, is brighter
And this is where we were
When I showed you the dark
Inside of me, in spite of me
You said to me:
"This is not you
This is not you
This is not you!
This is not you"
We slip through the streets while everyone sleeps
Getting bigger and brighter and wider and lighter
Bigger and brighter
Wider and lighter
Into the sea, you and me
All these years and no one heard
I'll show you in spring, it's a treacherous thing
We missed you hissed the love cats
We're so wonderfully wonderfully
Wonderfully wonderfully pretty
You know that I'd do anything for you
We should have each other for tea, huh?
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up by the fire and sleep for a while
It's the grooviest thing, it's the perfect dream
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I got purple in my swisher
Purple in my cup
Purple, purple in my wine clap
Purple label up
Grapes what’s up
Grape, grape, grapes, what’s up
Stackin’ dough, for breakfast
I got all the syrup, I got, I got all the syrup
I got all the syrup, I got, I got all the syrup
‘Bout that juice, cheese, bread - breakfast
Stackin’ dough
Eight in the morning and I’m up yawning
My phone almost dead cause everyone is calling
It’s breakfast time and I need my apple jacks
And I need my fresh grape syrup and a money stack
We’re just popping off just to kill shit
And we drink a lot so we don’t feel shit
She’s in her birthday suit and she’s cooking too
Yeah it’s breakfast time but it’s only two ....
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I done came down, came up
Slow pitch, change up
Same hood, same style
Same drink, same cup
She call me when she wanna fuck
I never call, she knows what's up
Same page, same book
Different song, same hook
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not ask for wine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not withered be;
The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at play
Through the meadow land toward a closing door
A door marked "Nevermore", that wasn't there before
The lonely night discloses, just a passing breeze filled with memories
Of the golden smile that introduced me to
The days of wine and roses and you
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I've walked the distance, I paid my dues
And tried to have a go at what I thought I knew was real
Held no appeal
I've been to places, I've seen the tidings
I bought a book of rules for every coin that I could steal
Grow me a garden of roses
Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Teach me to speak with their voices
I've heard the rumors, started fires
I sowed a sordid lot of plays for keeps for what I need
Behold the demons that I freed
When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood's run stale
I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There's nowhere we can hide
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
At the curtains call
It's the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl
So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you've made
Don't wanna let you down
But I am, hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don't wanna hide the truth
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go
Your eyes, they shine so bright
I wanna save that light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's light inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Come from where you hide.
(So I may) unchain my tempest.
None will stop my tide.
(And you will) tremble at my unrest.
Find you I will
(And take you) up into your Heaven.
Cometh soon the kill.
(For I have taken) kings and feeble men.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Once we built visions on the ground we hewed
We dreamt of justice and of men renewed
All people equal, in all things
We once were heroes,
Once were kings
But all great things must come to pass
We know the first will soon be last
And in the ground we maybe lain
But a seed is sown to rise again
So we walk proudly
And we walk strong
All together
We will go atone
The ground is empty
And cold as hell
But we all go together when we go
We saw a land where wealth was shared
Each pain relieved, each hunger fed
Each man revered, each tyrant killed
Each soul redeemed, each life fulfilled
From each mats means to each his need
We saw a time man would be freed
We fought for all the things we saw
The battle's lost but not the war
So we walk proudly
And we walk strong
All together
We will go as one
The ground is empty
And cold as hell
But we all go together when we go
We will go down but our heads are proud
We will go down with our voices loud
We will go down but come again
And we all go together when we go
Ah... (3 times)
And we all go together when we go.
We walk proudly, and we walk strong
All together we will go as one
The ground is empty, and cold as hell
But we all go together when we go.
We walk proudly, and we walk strong
All together we will go as one
The ground is empty, and cold as hell
But we all go together when we go.
We walk proudly, and we walk strong
All together we will go as one
The ground is empty, and cold as hell
But we all go together when we go.
Though nothing will drive them away
We can be Heroes, just for one day
We can be us, just for one day
I, I can remember (I remember)
Standing, by the wall (by the wall)
And the guns shot above our heads
(over our heads)
Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever
Then we could be Heroes,
just for one day
We're nothing, and nothing will help us
Maybe we're lying,
then you better not stay
As I'm looking back
Time is not going to die
Nothing's ever coming back
And nothing's gonna stay
We held hands I'm sorry
The grace liquefied
as my dreams took my life
We kissed I wouldn't lie
the shadows took shape as you eyes took my life.
(I would never regret it)
As I close my eyes
don't trust my words.
nothing's ever coming back
and I won't stay
We held hands I'm sorry
The grace liquefied
as my dreams took my life
We kissed I wouldn't lie
the shadows took shape as you eyes took my life.
(I would never regret it)
We held hands I'm sorry
We kissed I wouldn't lie.
As I head down
I'm sorry
It doesn't matter
shaking in disfear I'm glad to admit it
I know I would lie
And I won't stay