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The Lyrics thread
psy:
I want to tear a big hole in what is to be,
To end all this infatuation with unity,
I'm seeking my salvation alone again,
I never needed to be one of you anyway
Don't wanna be another player losing in this game
I'm trying to impress upon you
We're not the same
My own individuality is so unique,
I'm one impressive motherf**ker
Now, wouldn't you say
(Break apart and)
Divide Divide Divide Divide
You might say that I'm the last man standing now,
Though you'll try, you'll never find a way to break me
You might say that I'm sick of being lost in the crowd,
I hear the sirens but they're never gonna take me
I am a little more provocative then you might be,
It's your shock and then your horror on which I feed
So can you tell me what exactly does freedom mean,
If I'm not free to be as twisted as I wanna be
Don't wanna be another player losing in this game
I'm trying to impress upon you
We're not the same
My psychotic mentality is so unique
I'm one aggressive motherf**ker
Now, wouldn't you say
(Break apart and)
Divide Divide Divide Divide
You might say that I'm the last man standing now,
Though you'll try, you'll never find a way to break me
You might say that I'm sick of being lost in the crowd,
I hear the sirens but they're never gonna take me
(They won't take me)
Froderik:
Supermarket flashbacks
Show arms and legs in plastic sacks
Fat men twelve bananas high
Die while all the women cry
Love-love gets sucked away
On big fat lips while people pray
Boy plus girl make mess out of sex
No babies come
What happens next
De-evolution self-execution no-solution
I'm a potato and I'm so hip
Teenage hoodlums stand in line
Donate blood to pay for crime
Butchers steal doctor's tools
Sew pretty heads on dogs and mules
Hi-fi systems men in pairs
Tape bodies falling down the stairs
Father-son teams split the cost
of nighttime girls but all is lost
To de-evolution self-execution
No-solution
I'm a spudman, I got eyes all around
Martian feet turn dirt and stone
For buried treasure human bone
Madison men tattoo ads on
Ten year olds with sucker pads
Rockets rust attack decay things
Fall apart while spacemen play
Now daddy zero drops his brown
Godowngodowngodown
To de-evolution self-execution
No-solution
I'm a spudgun, I'd like to shoot'em all!!
Anonymous:
The judge sits on his great assize
Twelve men wise with swollen thighs
Who never ever told no lies
Whose minds were ever such a size
Whose lives were ever such a prize
Whose brains bred answers just like flies
Whose answers stalked their thoughts like spies
Whose lead ball through the courtroom flies
To rip a hole clean between two eyes
That never ever wore disguise
And never ever saw blue skies
Who quickly lived now slowly dies
Who closed unopened otherwise
Well you can lead a horse to water
But you're never gonna make him drink
And you can lead a man to slaughter
But you're never gonna make him think
The critic rubs his tired arse
Scrapes his poor brain, strains and farts
And wields a pen that stops and starts
And thinks in terms of booze and tarts
And sits there playing with his parts
He says I'm much too crude and far too course
And he says this singer's just a farce
He's got no healing formulas
He's got no cure-all for our scars
He's got no bra-strap for our bras
And our sagging tits no longer hold a full house of hearts
And you know what, I don't think this little song's gonna make the charts
Well you can lead a horse to water
But you're never gonna make him drink
And you can lead a man to slaughter
But you're never gonna make him think
Anonymous:
All along the ancient wastes the thin reflections spin
That gather all the times and tides at once we love within
That build the edges round the shrouds that cloud the setting sun
And carry us to other days and other days to one
And full the single stillness of the mirror that is made
By each and every one of all the colours in a shade
Inside each eye is sitting like the sword inside the blade
And longs for once upon a chance to open love's cascade
For here we stand – hand to hand
Fighting for the Promised Land
And you try to tell me with consternation
That you have found me a brand new lock
Then you try to warn me that there's only one combination
One new sling – the same old rock
There is a famous straggler stood on the edge of time
Who held the staff but did not feel the pain
He multiplied the mystery with utterance sublime
And crossed his heart for those who died insane
His friend a restless mouthpiece 7000 years of age
Trends to flash a face to shape his ways
Everlasting light is burning bright inside his cage
He's only got to breathe to fan the blaze
Such a groove to have him here on-board Her Ladyship
The man who makes his living out of bed
Such a gas to see him flying through his ceaseless slip
One day, someday soon, he'll lose his head
And withering in the galleries with eyes fixed on the door
Are who and you and me and thanks a lot
And those who see but cannot stand to walk on any floor
For fear that good is something bad is not
But loud and clear is the call
In black and white across your wall
Damn it all, man, can't you see
And you try to tell me with consternation
That you have found me a brand new lock
Then you try to warn me that there's only one combination
One new sling – the same old rock
seamus:
--- Quote from: "try another castle" ---Talk talk talk
it's only talk
Comments
cliches
commentary
controversy
Chatter
chit-chat
chit-chat
chit-chat
Conversation
contradiction
criticism
It's only talk
Cheap talk
--- End quote ---
WTF ? NO thela hun jinjeet,no frame by frame, no heartbeat.........jeez :wall:
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