Someone help me understand. There's something to live for. The summer tides wash up. Wash me up onto the shore. Looking around everyday. Everyone seems so dead.
Ahh. Oh yeah, oh yeah. Oo, listen to me. . I ain't got time to think about money. Or what it can buy. And I ain't got time to sit down and wonder. What makes the birdies fly.
First hazy glow of dawn. Light is bleeding through the cloth. But it can't touch me through these locks. No they can't get me through these locks. A man standing outside himself.
To you my very heart and soul. I give to you. You never know of giving. Until you give yourself. . I do, to you. To you. . The very life, I live I give to you.
The light is bending early. Around the prodigal. The gunner whispers gently. His shadow on the wall. The crowd is bursting from me. A single animal. It finds it's freedom early.
MANIC RAGE. SOCIETY. . Watch the news. Somebody killed a baby. They left the body in a dustbin. Watch the news. Somebody raped an old lady. They left her dazed and drugged.
I'll turn you on. I'll turn you on. To turn you on. To turn you on. . Tell me, what, what's the trip?. To turn you on quick. Tell me, what, what's the trip?.
SCHNITTKER HAT NEN SCHNABEL. . Ich rief dich an. Und du hast aufgelegt. In meinen Trumen. Hab ich dich flach gelegt. Ich bin zruck. Aber es ist fr uns zu spt.
I'm here to just confirm. What I've been really always sayin' about modern jazz. It's the savior of the nation and I'll believe it if you do too. The rhythm and blues.
The thought of loving you, the way Im longing to. A thousand hopeful dreams I have are finally coming true. I used to put you on a pedestal where you became untouchable.
MANIC RAGE. Lifeless spirit. . Please tell me why. I fell behind. I left the line. So you let me die. A lifeless spirit in the dark. A lighted splint is what I was.
Intro:. IOA IOAE, IOA IOAE (Pronounced e-oh-ah, e-oh-ah-a). IOA IOAE, IOA IOAE. . Cuentame que te paso. Cuentame que te paso. . Que estaba alla en la playa.
[Foreign Content]. . Night calls through the air. Reaching for its solitude. Dusk lures like a lyre. Beckoning the quietude. . In a state of constant commotion.
It's Your Fault. . Intro. Yo,. This song goes out to all the people who fucked me up inside. All the shallow, narrow-minded, superfical assholes that sit around in their little groups talkin' shit about me, all the bullies that beat me up, all of the so-called friends that betrayed my trust, all the sluts.
MANIC RAGE. IF I COULD. . I wish I could escape. From all this anger and all this hate. Take me away to a better place. Far from these thoughts. Far from this state.
[Foreign Content]. . Night calls through the air. Reaching for its solitude. Dusk lures like a lyre. Beckoning the quietude. . In a state of constant commotion.
MANIC RAGE. Forget it. . These thoughts are fucking up my head. 'Cos what I want, I'm never gonna get. I tried hard, I thought we were something. It fell apart, and spiralled to nothing.
Big blues in the city, trailin' the. main stroll (a kitty). Cup o' joe, get witty. At Deuce's. Cafe, it's the mostest hideaway. . Mez muggles "Flip Zooty Flim.
The night that Monk returned to heaven. Climbed every step and stood on seven. He hummed "Epistrophy". . The light of angels shone above him. They mentioned God would surely love him....
Here where we stand there used to be a forest. A timber rising endlessly before us. We cleared away that Godforsaken jungle. And in return the Indians adore us.