I see, You are merciful. I see, You are kind. I see, You are full of love. That is far beyond my mind. . I hope, for strength to stand. I hope, to be the man that I should be.
Another song that was first released on our 1992 independent album, Star-Studded-Super-Step. Definitely a concert favorite because of it's funk vibe and catchy, though simple, chorus. Over the years, having someone yell out 'Peapod' during a show was as common as someone yelling 'Freebird'. The version on Mindsize also featured an audio clip from Bob Ross, the happy painter, a tradition started with the Star-Studded cut. In fact, the name of the song came from Bob Ross' little pocket pet, Peapod the Pocket Squirrel..
Tell me what you poot. What you poot. It's poot. I'm a little curious (too). Tell me if it's poot. If it's poot. I don't poot. I can keep a poot on basement, can? (you).
Player haters, player haters. We can't the player haters. Yeah, man, let's kick the funky gangster shit. Give enough respect. . Mike, a.k.a Cash Money.
Nebo je sivo. vazduh hladan kao led. gledam ispred sebe i vidim. kroz maglu vodi put. . Zvoni mi u glavi. i hvata me strah. nikad neu saznati koliko je dug.
Pre bih da me stave na muke. nego svoj PI-SI da ispustim iz ruke.. . Volim da diram svoga mi?a. pa sijalo sunce il padala ki?a.. . Volim da slu?am taj zvuk mio.
Oh no, look what we have done. They've got us on the run. Baby, there's no need to fear. I'm your pistolier. . We're growing young so fast. They said it would never last.
Goodbye nickel n' dime. Ain't got a dollar but I feel alright. Got no home since the wells gone dry. Goodbye nickel n' dime. . Dusty bowls and salty air.
( automatic dlamini ). . Silly putty. What he was in this sculptress' hands. Will gone bendy. Done swaying in a rubber band. And his feet gone first. Then a desert thirst in his throat.
I believe I fell from above. Primed and ticking for your love. I believe I could rub you right. Handle all of you day and night. I believe I could stretch your hope.
Plants and rags. Ease myself into a body bag. Plants and rags. Ease myself into a body bag. . Dreamt a man. He fed me fine food. He gave me shiny things.
Wires fan before you, they draw you. In deep troughs and sharp peaks of green. Each cough rips through you, it wounds you. And flat lines cry wolf on the screen.
Power to the. . Good evening people, welcome to my party. Bring on the night, let's get it started. You want blood on the stage, well baby, you've got it.
My daddy said, "Son, don't you come to me cryin'". Oh, 'cause money don't make you happy, man, oh no no. He said the grass is always greener, babe. Every place except where you stand, ay ay ah.
The boys in the back room. Billy shooting pool. Trading dirty glances. With pretty boys playing cool. . They're putting down their whiskey. Getting loaded tonight.
My album sucks, the critics say. I can't sing and I can't play. All I care about is sex and money. I look out-dated, I think that's funny. . Chorus. But I'm too shallow to really give a damn.
I've woken up every day. With my eyebrows pointing at my mouth. Making all who care for me go. Through all my worst times with me. . And I give them no choice.
and you never. and you never understand. when you always. when you always act the same. oh beautiful your lips taste of red. and copper. and copper always excited me.
Wrap around the white pavement feels so inviting. So lie back and gain bruises with me. It's been a long time since I've seen you from above. And you're still beautiful.
Look in your hair, young love. I have left you a present you will not find unless you look. I have left a part of me there. Don't be surprised when I end up never leaving again.