Maybe it's the rain that's swaying all of my opinions. But with every step you take, they seem rehearsed and unforgiving. Could you rehearse that pickup line one more time? And show us what you've really wanted, what you've really wanted..
When you said you loved me, did you really love me or did the words just spill out like drool on my pillow. 'Cause I was naked when you said those words, but I felt covered in your whispered worship. And as you passed out fast on my shoulder, I imagined a child waiting so sad and still for his mom to arrive. Did she leave you an orphan, in that big, brown leather chair? Said, " Don't you move a muscle, kid, I'll be back in twenty years," You were scared, you were lonely, but you must've been aware; life is a series of calluses, this is just another layer. So, build'em up, tough it out, yeah, that's your skin - don't let anyone under there..
Mostly I sleep it off. It's easier in the morning. To shrug off the evening's. Drunken pathetic pleas. . 'Cause the night's tragic rambling. Is the next day's apologies.
You sit and face your final meal, you'll be the first to blink. A reminder that you're still alive. Frightened of this thing you feel but still you start to think.
The wind blew the torrent of darkness. Through the gusty trees. The moon was a ghostly galleon. Tossed upon cloudy seas. And on that night, I met my master.
Peaceful protest doesn't get the job done. So I wake up for the rally grab my soy milk and my gun. Breakfast with the family get the grub on see what's up.
Looking back now the summer of '88. When hardcore was young and the shows were great. The sky was the limit, the world was our stage. The future so bright we had to wear shades.
With a little imagination I pretend. Your shiny new pearl necklace was a gift from me. Oh, the thought of all this glorious gift givin' is enough. to make me give when there's nobody to receive.
Blankets and dreams,. cover you completely,. and your eyes strike a chorus,. your eyes strike a chorus,. . i feel safe and warm with you,. from the world that lays ahead,.
The first words that came could've been more inspired. You must be hungry or tired or frozen. So put up your feet, throw some coal on the fire. And weave us a tale of delight.
No perforation in your thick skin. She's for leaving, you're for fixin'. Party's over, even in the kitchen. Take the taste away. . You were winning till they changed ends.
Walkin' down a city street. Hands stuffed deep in my coat. Collar turned up, against a stiff wind. I'm soon to ford your moat.. I'm used to wind whippin' in my face.
I'm still loving you. You do not forget me.. I do not forget you.. . I have understood what should be told now.. If I can say to you at the time. I see your eyes and I'm opposite.
From the Album:. * N.E.W.S.. . Can you tell me what it's all about now?. There's a rumor spreading all over town yeah. You'll never guess it or understand, baby.
Introduction (naked thruth). Lets boogie. On drum the one and only mister Cesar Zuiderwijk. On the big big bas the one and only mister Rinus Gerritsen.
Washing machine. space age dream. Let me serve you. keep me clean. . Rinse me plain. spin me sane.. I'll trust my dirt to only you.. . Automobile. see me kneel.
From the Album:. * Winter harvest. . A-a-a-a-a-a. In my house. There is anything you need. In my house yeah baby. You don't have to wipe your feet. In my house.
From the Albums:. * Bloody Buccaneers. * Last blast of the century. . I believe I'm in a bad mood girl. And I hope it won't last too long. Last time I had a bad mood girl.
I'm A Running. . On the stroke of ten. I slipped into the van. and hid myself behind some boxes. Waitin' for the driver yeah. . The first time I was lucky.