It's too nice to breathe. And I was feeling dirty 'til now. Now witness me silent. Now I've got over thirty. . Good reasons to live. It's too nice to breathe.
Ooh, met you in the summer. In the summer wave. Ooh, but little have you come. Why'd you come my way?. . Let's make a plan that let's us both win. And wear a shady grin.
Ain't been twelve a couple of hours, I'm on the freeway. Rain's so hard the sky's one color, wettest coldest gray. Then she takes a look at me, I tell her it's okay.
Haha,. If there's a fucking problem with the fucking shit in. This fucking song we can fucking edit it out for the fucking god damned radio.. Fucking god damned cunt ass mother fucking bitch ass fuck face..
Darkness fell across the land, our hope fell in the sand. And there it was. Though for certain we stood still, the earth shook and spilled. Then gave it up.
The thing that sticks out about this song, of course, is the very quiet beginning until it really kicks in. A lot of fun. As was the rest of Straight Six, this song was written entirely in the studio as we spent a month writing and recording. The song is boomy, repetitive, strange and catchy. The background vocals on the chorus are strangely memorable, though not recorded particularly well -- somewhat fitting for the whole album, rough and disjointed. In the long run, 'Country' ended up being a good show song..
Oh on the first day, I saw your face. and I think I fell, oh it doesn't beat you. do doo doo do do do. . Well on the second day, in a seeded way. I tried to tell you I can't be thinking life would turn away.
Stand under fountain. Cool skin, wash clean. Wash him from me. . Along comes the wind. A big bone shaker. Blows off my clothes. Completely naked. What to do.
When will we ever meet. Not in this life. When will I be a bird. Is it this life. White doves only see. From up high. When will another bird. Kiss my mind.
While evenings slip away. Hear my sad complaint. I can't get no relief. Show them what you've done to me. I wake up in the scene. And float into the mist.
Lately I can tell that something aint right. I dont see the fire when I look in your eyes. One time up, and the next time down. This may be the last time that you see me around, said.
She stepped off the bus out into the city streets. Just a small town girl with her whole life. Packed in a suitcase by her feet. But somehow the lights didn't shine as bright as they did.
Friday night at midnight. Looking for what I need. I heard a tale that somewhere. That a dude had a real go at me. . So like a rat race cowboy. I slipped into the human zoo.
Like animals. Tonight we make it. You give me an inch. I'm gonna take it. . I'll steal your love. Like a thief. To be as one. Is my belief. . Don't look back and have no regrets.
Four o'clock in the morning. When the ambulance arrived. Four o'clock in the morning. When the ambulance arrived. . Blue light was flashing. As they lay my baby down inside.
I am francisco vasquez garcia. I am welcome to almeria. We have sin gas and con leche. We have fiesta and feria. We have the song of the cochona. We have brandy and half corona.
It was Christmas Eve babe. In the drunk tank. An old man said to me, won't see another one. And then he sang a song. The Rare Old Mountain Dew. I turned my face away.
It was Christmas Eve babe. In the drunk tank. An old man said to me, won't see another one. And then he sang a song. The Rare Old Mountain Dew. I turned my face away.
Chorus. 'coz if your looking for a freaky time freaky time baby. You can always count on me I'll be waiting. If your looking for a freaky time freaky time baby.
It makes sense that it should happen this way. That the sky should break and the earth should shake. As if to say, sure it all matters but in such an unimportant way.