Sometimes I get so sad. Sometimes you just make me mad. . It's a sad and beautiful world. It's a sad and beautiful world. . Sometimes I just won't go.
pain, guess it's a matter of sensation. but somehow you have a way of avoiding it all. in my mind. I have shot you and stabbed you through your heart.
This is your history. You made what you will be. Facts are of no concern. They upset your story. . The past is what we learn. It upholds your glory. Revisionist history.
Arise oh brother mountain. Our hooves hammering your coils. The rivers carve out your hollows. With tears from me return to me. Return to me, my love, oh my love.
I look up to the little bird. That glides across the sky. He sings the clearest melody. It makes me want to cry. It makes me want to sit right down. And cry, cry, cry, yeah.
They say it takes a ring of gold, to fix the outer shell. So hold on until they return. Enslave the native tongue, to mind their freedom out. So hold on and don't give in.
Well, shit, yeah. . All you've got to do is look in the sky and wish. You might see his face in the clouds or relaxing in a spirit ditch. . He's been known to sleep on piles of dry leaves.
I should've been cautious,. I should've been honest,. But now I have to wait.. You missed the merge,. Passing the dark,. And this body is useless again,.
Pig, pig. . Why don't you sing me that. Pretty lullaby?. Then when you're singing great. Pack it all up. . I wanna new face right now. And I want it bad.
Feeling tense, tired and spent. I lost my head, my sight, my nerve, life is changing. One foot can only outrun. The other one so many times, life is changing.
Come on baby, let the good times roll. Come on baby, let me thrill your soul. Come on baby, let the good times roll. Roll all night long. Oh baby, feel so good when you're home.
I got sunburnt waiting for the jets to land. Circus people with hairy little hands. Come on boys strike up the army band. I got sunburnt waiting for the jets.
Wake up, can you hear me?. You're so clever, did you find me?. In the backroom, in your closet. In your suitcase, there's no running. . I will find you, like the glacier.
Goddamn, it's so very hot. Supposed to come a rain but it's not. . Oh yeah. Here come the painbirds. Oh yeah. Here come the painbirds. . Spiral down those hateful dears.
All that you say is complimentary. Within these walls where lies are on display. If you hide the truth then rest assured. There's nothing left to say, there's nothing left to do.
Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, go sister. Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, go sister. . He met Marmalade down in Old New Orleans. Struttin' her stuff on the street.
The host of the show comes down. To collapse on the ground. And the crime scene revisits me. . This body shut down in Bordeaux. And on the shores of gold coast.
(daniel dale johnston). . In clusters we move through a farm. Somewhere far off the thunder roaring. And the fortune teller has fixed her sweetly eyes on my child.
Oh, her eyes, her eyes make the stars look like they're not shinin'. Her hair, her hair falls perfectly without her tryin'. She's so beautiful. And I tell her everyday.