I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or a sess.
'Cause its known to give a brother brain damage.
And brain damage on the mic don't manage
Nothin'
But makin' a sucker and you equal.
Don't be another sequel...
I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or a sess.
'Cause its known to give a brother brain damage.
And brain damage on the mic don't manage
Nothin'
But makin' a sucker and you equal.
Don't be another sequel...
I will find a center in you
I will chew it up and leave
Trust in me and fall as well
I want, what I want
I want, what I want
I want, what I want
I want, what I want
Everything inside pulling me so far away
Everything you want, time will save us now
Falling through the atmosphere
We are loosing everything
Goodbye friends, and farewell
I can't get it out
The way I'd like to put it down
The way I hear it in my head
When I cannot sleep
Or cannot awake
"Just paint your face" the shadows smile
Slipping me away from you
"Oh it doesn't matter how you hide
Find you if we're wanting to
So slide back down and close your eyes
Sleep a while
You must be tired..."
Up every morning just to keep a job
I gotta fight my way through the hustling mob
Sounds of the city poundin' in my brain
While another day goes down the drain
Yeah, yeah, yeah
But it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows
No one owns a piece of my time
And there's a five o'clock me inside my clothes
Thinkin' that the world looks fine, yeah
Oh my lady, yeah
Tradin' my time for the pay I get
Livin' on money that I ain't made yet
I've been goin' tryin' to make my way
But I live for the end of the day
Yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows
No one owns a piece of my time
And there's a long-haired girl who waits, I know
To ease my troubled mind, yeah
Oh my lady, yeah
In the shelter of her arms everything's OK
When she talks, then the world goes slippin' away
And I know the reason I can still go on
When every other reason is gone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
In my five o'clock world, she waits for me
Nothing else matters at all
'Cause every time my baby smiles at me
I know that's it's all worthwhile, yeah
Oh my lady, yeah
Oh my lady, yeah
Oh my lady, yeah
Far away
This ship is taking me far away
Far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die
Starlight
I'll be chasing a starlight
Untill the end of my life
I don't know if it's worth it anymore
Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold
You in my arms
My life
You electrify my life
Let's conspire to ignite
All the souls that would die just to feel alive
I'll never let you go
If you promise not to fade away
Never fade away...
Like an athlete, a long distance runner
On a track meet spring, fall, winter, summer
They attack me, but it gon' make me stronger
Get at me dawg when your patience's longer
An athlete, a long distance runner
On a track meet spring, fall, winter, summer
They attack me, but it gon' make me stronger
Get at me dawg...
From heroes of past ages no even names were left
Those who fought hard battles, has become by ground and the grass
Their mighty spirit lives in the hearts of the ones who are today
"Eternal fire" by Evgeniy Agranovich
Oh, Uncle Joe
Could you tell me what you know?
I've been having mental problems
And the solution is unclear
I'll give anything a try once
I'll try anything three times
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
But there's no company
That can stand to be with me
So my dependency on you grows
And I am not very well read
And they say I will lose my house
And can you spare me of my pain?
And can you spare me of my tears?
Oh, Uncle Joe, Uncle Joe
Uncle Joe, Uncle Joe
Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be
La Vie En Rose
Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Il me parle tout bas
Je vois la vie en rose
He's not like the other boys
Around here
He says nothing and sits in his
Room and he's afraid to
And he's afraid to drive a car
So sad he is
They say the Sun is dying, and the fragile can't be saved. And that the cold it will devour us, and we won't rise up, and slay giants.
They're wrong...
The dawn to end all nights
That's all we hoped it was
A break from the warfare in your house
To each his own
The soldier is bailing out
And curled his lips on a bar
And I don't know if the dead can talk
To anyone
Come on and get the minimum
Before you open up your eyes
This army has so many hands
Are you one of us?
"Beseech he who darken the stars and the sky, to greet now this vision of an emerald dawn."
You want to talk about things you won't understand?
Then give me your ears
Put them in my hands
Give me your hands, put them over my ears
So I don't have to hear a thing I say
If it makes me think
I can't talk about things I don't understand
So I leave it here
In empty hands
And I leave off the ink so I don't have to think
Or sink that low ever again
Because my memory of what's good
Is leaving me, I knew it would
That part of me makes no sense
'Cause that part of me is my conscience
The pictures tell the story
This life had many shades
I'd wake up every morning and before I'd start each day
I'd take a drag from last nights cigarette
That smoldered in its tray
Down a little something and then be on my way
Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist
Keep on loving, keep on fighting
And hold on, and hold on,
hold on for your life
Tonight an airplane flies above us,
Tomorrow it will crash into the ocean
And all the passengers will die...
Tomorrow, somewhere, who knows where?
There will be war, an epidemic, a huge blizzard...
And black holes in the vastness of space...
So watch out for yourself, be careful...
"Oh it’s opening time
Down on Fascination Street
So let’s cut the conversation
And get out for a bit
Because I feel it all fading and paling
And I’m begging
To drag you down with me
To kick the last nail in
Yeah! I like you in that
Like I like you to scream
But if you open your mouth
Then I can’t be responsible
For quite what goes in
Or to care what comes out
So just pull on your hair
Just pull on your pout
And let’s move to the beat
Like we know that it’s over
If you slip going under
Slip over my shoulder
So just pull on your face
Just pull on your feet
And let’s hit opening time
Down on Fascination Street
So pull on your hair
Pull on your pout
Cut the conversation
Just open your mouth
Pull on your face
Pull on your feet
And let’s hit opening time
Down on Fascination Street"
“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 been sleeping with my clothes on again
And in my pocket I find some pills
The darkness and the hangover makes it impossible
To see what the hell it is
Without caring I swallow it all
With the remains of a stale beer
Run my fingers through my greasy hair
And think, what difference would it make
If I never woke up again?
I just want to let you know
I’m seeing the sides that you don't show
And I know that we've got some potential
'Cause that look you gave me was so gentle
ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏
Do you think that you could stay?
I need more time, I need to get away from here
Pour my love out
Spill it all on the ground
Is it all in my head? What are you saying?
Usually I'd be fine, but my head is spinning
I never let anybody in
Somehow you got under my skin
ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏
All I'm tryna say
Is I miss you in every way
Fingertips on my back
Things I know that I can't have
ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏
And he was walking in the garden,
And he was walking in the night,
And he was singing a sad love song,
And he was praying for his life.
And the stars came out around him.
He was thinking of his sins.
And he's looking at his song-bird,
And he's looking at his wings.
There, inside the garden,
Came another. With his lips,
Said, "Won't you come and be my lover?
Let me give you a little kiss."
And he came, knelt down before him,
And fell upon his knees,
"I will give you gold and mountains
If you stay awhile with me."
And there was trouble taking place.
Trouble taking place
There, inside the garden,
They kissed, and the sun rose.
And he walked a little further,
And he found he was alone.
And the wind, it gathered 'round him.
He was thinking of his sins.
And he's looking for his song-bird,
He was looking for his wings.
And there was trouble taking place.
Trouble taking place
And there was trouble taking place.
Trouble taking place
Please don't make my wedding dress
I'm too young to marry yet
Can you see my pocket knife?
You can't make me be a wife
How the world just turns & turns
How does anybody learn?
Flowers I can do without
I don't wanna be tied down
White material will stain
My pocket knife's gotta shiny blade
I'm not trying to cause a fuss
I just wanna make my own fuck-ups
I'm not trying to break your heart
I'm just trying not to fall apart
Baby I'm the weatherman, I don't make the plans
I just tell you how I am living
ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏
The meteorologist is not responsible for all of your problems, I swear to you
I live a life where the money is nice and I'm laughing hysterical
We would take flights just to be with you baby
I speak of love and they see me as crazy
So I'ma just do what I've been doing lately
And hope for the best, one day I'll be the greatest, I hope
Cause I work for all of this shit
ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏
Baby tell me what you thinking
I just tell it how it is cause I know you can't envision
Babe, I'm sorry.
ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏
Out there in the spotlight you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy you try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body, like the music that you play
Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what she said
What she said
I am cut up in her mind.
Let me fall, let me slip.
And how much will it take for me to fall awake?
And what cost for a mate?
How much must I take?
Water falls from their eyes, mine are fine.
I'd drown in their brine.
A stupid thought,
the loving kind.
"Fiona come closer, shut softly your watery eyes..."
When you were drowsier
You were not quick to scare
Back then I could take you
Back then I could move you around
And no man is beautiful
But be kind to me
I'll make a sudden change in uniform
But it's still me
I've owned you for centuries
I sing this at people all the time nowadays.
It seems, my main thing was to be major paid
The game sharper than a motherfuckin' razor blade
I feel you
Your sun it shines
I feel you
Within my mind
You take me there
You take me where
The kingdom comes
You take me to
And lead me through Babylon
This is the morning of our love
It's just the dawning of our love
I feel you
Your heart it sings
I feel you
The joy it brings
Where heaven waits
Those golden gates
And back again
You take me to
And lead me through oblivion
I feel you
Your precious soul
And I am whole
I feel you
Your rising sun
My kingdom comes
I feel you
Each move you make
I feel you
Each breath you take
Where angels sing
And spread their wings
My love's on high
You take me home
To glory's throne
By and by
“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
Hold what I love like a knife,
but it's not love I feel inside.
Some just want someone to bite.
I'll hold my love, it gets cold at night.
Still not there, stars aren't too hard to share.
Still don't care, I see you painted everywhere.
I think I need a quarantine, I rub my eyes
with gasoline.
If you just wouldn't be so mean.
I need a friend to keep me clean.
The past is a grotesque animal
And in its eyes you see
How completely wrong you can be
How completely wrong you can be
The sun is out, it melts the snow that fell yesterday
Makes you wonder why it bothered
I fell in love with the first cute girl that I met
Who could appreciate Georges Bataille
Standing at Swedish festival discussing "Story of the Eye"
Discussing "Story of the Eye"
It's so embarrassing to need someone like I do you
How can I explain, I need you here and not here too
How can I explain, I need you here and not here too
I'm flunking out, I'm flunking out, I'm gone, I'm just gone
But at least I author my own disaster
At least I author my own disaster
Performance breakdown and I don't want to hear it
I'm just not available
Things could be different but they're not
Things could be different but they're not
The mousy girl screams, "Violence! Violence!"
The mousy girl screams, "Violence! Violence!"
She gets hysterical because they're both so mean
And it's my favorite scene
But the cruelty's so predictable
It makes you sad on the stage
Though our love project has so much potential
But it's like we weren't made for this world
(Though I wouldn't really want to meet someone who was)
Do I have to scream in your face?
I've been dodging lamps and vegetables
Throw it all in my face, I don't care
Let's just have some fun
Let's tear this sh*t apart
Let's tear the fucking house apart
Let's tear our fucking bodies apart
But let's just have some fun
Somehow you've red-rovered the gestapo circling my heart
And nothing can defeat you
No death, no ugly world
You've lived so brightly
You've altered everything
I find myself searching for old selves
While speeding forward through the plate glass of maturing cells
I've played the unraveler, the parhelion
But even apocalypse is fleeting
There's no death, no ugly world
Sometimes I wonder if you're mythologizing me like I do you
Mythologizing me like I do you
We want our film to be beautiful, not realistic
Perceive me in the radiance of terror dreams
And you can betray me
You can, you can betray me
But teach me something wonderful
Crown my head, crowd my head
With your lilting effects
Project your fears on to me, I need to view them
See, there's nothing to them
I promise you, there's nothing to them
I'm so touched by your goodness
You make me feel so criminal
How do you keep it together?
I'm all, all unraveled
But you know, no matter where we are
We're always touching by underground wires
I've explored you with the detachment of an analyst
But most nights we've raided the same kingdoms
And none of our secrets are physical
None of our secrets are physical
None of our secrets are physical now
“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
What a shitty thing to say
Did you really mean it?
You never said a word to me about what passed between us
So now I'm leaving you alone
You can do whatever the hell you want to
Na, na, na, na, na, na.
Went through friends, some of them I put on, but they just left
They said they was ridin' to the death, but where the fuck are they now?
Now that I need them, I don't see none of them
All I see is Slim, fuck all you fair-weather friends, all I need is him