In the hazy light I see. Lonely croak, dark green dreams. I got no paddle and I got no shoes. I'm solo in a raw hide canoe. Hundreds of thoes little bug eyes.
Whoa, alright, hey. . A tiny turtle in a can, I dig a living room in the sand. Poke a toe through a hole in the floor, floor. And ramble on some more, ramble on.
Well I standing quiet alone in a crowded disco. When a man I did not know. Showed me the door and told me I had to go. Well that kind of humiliation never happens on a farm.
I'm being hassled by the man. The man. The man. The man. . Man. Crush a killer with a thigh bone. Man. You call the cable, make a cozy home. . Man. You need a rock 'n' roll singer.
I will survive in my Mach 5. In my Mach 5, I will survive, yeah, yeah. I will survive in my Mach 5. In my Mach 5, I will survive, yeah, yeah. . I bring the hammer down, a tiny crushin' sound.
I will survive in my mach 5. In my mach 5 I will survive. Yeah yeah. I will survive in my mach 5. In my mach 5 I will survive. Yeah yeah. . I bring the hammer down.
Born into fire. No given shape. No sense. Of a beaten road. . Trained by our voices. Given one choice. It's to break the shell and move ahead. Or eighteen dead and decided.
Shiny shoes, he runs to catch the train. Rockets launched if he is late again. Pushed and squeezed on the sardine machine. To his Mr. Nine till Five routine..
Tell me where I'm, supposed to begin. An unhappy life working some kind of dead end job. But everything you thought you had. Has gone from worse to bad.
Tell me where I'm supposed to begin. An unhappy life working some kind of dead end job. For everything you thought you had. Has gone from worse to bad.
I see your shadow on the street now. I hear you push through the rusty gate. Click of your heels on the concrete. Waiting for a knock coming way too late.
Jeg sitter p en kaf. Og titter ut av vinduet. Der gr det en mann med stokk og hund. Men jeg ser han kun en liten stund. For i neste sekund i mitt indre blikk.
The lines across your face. Are drawn with hate. 'Cause I'm drawn to someone else. Looks like you could use a little sleep. . I had some I didn't mention.
Miserable Mrs. Green sit by yourself and think awhile. Of all that once could have been instead of what is now. Well how does it even feel, you're no longer Madame Butterfly.
Ever get that feeling that you're just an act. Even though you meant it as a fact. And any old equation you thought that it would do. And you didn't care which way you turned a screw.
Where you going Mejia?. Yeah, you got your money. In your hand. And you mind. Already out of the door. Didn't get her started. There ain't no stopping her.
Your havin a midlife crisis tying to get where I've been. Well if you want 'em that bad Ms.V. You can have 'em. So when you see me comin. You better back down.
Arguably the most popular Lu song - at least in concert. 'My World Falls Down' was always a slight notch up in the 'distortion' department than most of our stuff, but still fit very well. The beauty of this song might lie in its aggressive nature that soon tapers off. It is at times sing-songy, but then turns to flat out screams. Come to think of it, this song is strangely complex. I doubt very much that it fits the mold for the perfect pop single, yet it works quite nicely. Some have commented that this song is, perhaps, "perfect". I don't know about that, but it's still a lot of fun to listen to and play..
As one of the last songs written for Mindsize, we chose to put it as the first song that many people would ever hear of us. It also became our very first "official" single, being packaged with Mortal's "Rift" on a 7" single. In retrospect, More was not a great first single, nor a great way to start an album. It simply did not have the 'punch' that we would've liked..
Fate has always. One might say. Driven me. From place to place. . Love on the stage. Love on the stage. Up and carried. Me away. . I have pursued my dream.