caught as I run. I question my existence. I put myself on trial. confronting my values. deciding my verdict. accepting my fate. fields of illusion. I - fear - the - path - that - has - yet - to - come!.
(featuring Masai Bey). . Since the beginnig, there has always been smut. God is smut, death is smut, your girl is probably smut, hip hop is smut. And now, for your pleasure, all you dirty fucks.
If we hold on to each other while we die. Then together through the Heavens we will fly. Maybe we could share a place somewhere beyond. Maybe I'll wind up Chinese and you'll be blonde.
She's got a new boy. I guess that's good for her. I know she'll have more in common with him. Than with me anymore. . It's just the thought. Of another arm around her shoulder.
Musical Introduction. . Verse Number One:. Starving little children...with no hope in sight.... For the red, yellow, brown, black and white.... Crying for help in the still of the night.
In the city the commute is a silent train. full of tired workers. Blank stares,. discomfort, and caffeine keep them. awake. And it seems so sad to me..
Riding my bike over the Mass Ave bridge,. and I'm staring at the cityscape.. Seems like forever since we started this adventure. and the days are getting shorter again..
While you sleep, in the comfort of your bed,. someone's coming after you.. When you awake, to the billboards on your way to work,. someone's coming after you..
WE CLIMBED THE HILL FAR FROM THE CITY WALL. TO THE EMPTY MANSIONS AND THE BIG GRAVEYARD. IVE NOT FELT THIS STRANGE SINCE I WAS A KID. THAT DEEP DOWN FEELING OF THAT SUNDAY EMPTINESS.
I SAW THE YEAR PASS LIKE A FILM REEL. LIKE QUIVERING FRAMES THROUGH THE SHUTTER WHEEL. GOLDEN LIKE THAT SUMMER TIME. PROJECTING LIGHT THROUGH MY TWILIGHT MIND.
COME ON MY FRIEND. LETS LEAVE THESE MEN IN THE BED. AND GO BACK HOME. WHILE THE CITYS STILL DEAD. ACROSS THE BRIDGE AS THE SUN RISES. . PAST THE MOUNTAINS AND THE BOATS BELOW.
I USED TO SIT AND WATCH. THE BUILDINGS DOWNTOWN. TURN OUT THEIR LIGHTS. NIGHTS WHEN YOU WEREN'T AROUND. FROM MY WINDOW ACROSS THE BAY. . THOSE RAINY NIGHTS.
LOOK UP AT THE SKY. THEY PREDICTED YOU'D BE NEAR. SAW THE DOOM IMPENDING AND GUESSED THERE WOULD BE TEARS. STARS YOU'RE OLD LIGHT. ARE YOU WISE?. DID YOU BRING ME HERE?.
A symphony of fruite bats. Wrapping on my window pane. I ask them so gently. To go away. Please go away. A symphony of fruite bats. Wrapping on my window pane.
Four hearts in a can. Speeding through the countryside. And they're driving as fast as they can. Four hearts in a can. Speeding through the countryside.
Floating. Hear a name. From which planet. Do you beckon. I don't reckon. It could be too far from here. I'll bet you look like marc bolans girlfriend.
Granted passage. Into the finer days. How I got here. I do not know. And if it were all to disappear. I would not know how to return. . And all of my old friends.
You spent half of the morning. Just trying to wake up. Half the evening. Just trying to calm down. And you live for. The same things. A cloudburst seems rarer every time.
Goodbye sweet romance. I am flying away now. Goodbye sweet romance. I am flying away now. . To num aviao saindo fora embora. Estou num aviao saindo fora pra cima.
And I'll tell you, it's all- allright. You say your heart is open, but your love is bad. You try and use your words, but you only get what you get. By this time, you'll try to fall apart.