Gone to Pick Flowers (2006)

Actors

• Mahvash Mossaed (actress)
• Mahvash Mossaed (writer)
• Mahvash Mossaed (director)
• Mahvash Mossaed (editor)
• Dennis Roberts (producer)

Genres

• Documentary
• Short

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Yourself - Manic Street Preachers
• Yourself - Our Lady Peace
• Yourself - Crematory
• Yourself - Steve Vai

Your ritual everyday
A mild shower soak in aftershave
Best clothes do your best
Look in the mirror go on
Belittle yourself yourself yourself
Belittle yourself yourself yourself
You go on day after day
Dreaming on a lie
That you keep locked inside
Of yourself
Yourself
Yourself
Of yourself
Yourself
Yourself
Can you sleep tonight
Cast aside for some pouting young pup
Sink into a slurred veneer
Alcoholic haze so now
Least you can like yourself yourself
Least you can like yourself yourself
You go on day after day
Reservoirs of guilt
That your fixed grin always hides
And yourself
Yourself
Yourself
Of yourself
Yourself
Yourself
And yourself
Yourself
Yourself
Of yourself
Yourself
Yourself
You look at ad's all day
Everyone is perfect and you're so lame
Free scent burns your skin
But no smell can really cover sin
Too many teenage holes to fill
Too many teenage holes to fill
You go on day after day
Speak to your despised
Blanking your loved ones
And yourself
Yourself
Yourself
And yourself
Yourself
Yourself

Yourself
Are you older than your enemy self
You're not big
I'm not strong enough to carry you here
You're there
You're well
I believe you are a victum of this
You're so bad
I cannot express the emotion I had
You're there
Where you stop
You beg your time
You know it's why I'm not so right
When you talk
You know just why I'm out
You're heavier than
Yourself
You're there
You're a victum you are suffering
You're so sad
You cannot explain that time that you laughed
You're there
Where you stop
You be you lie
You talk about when I come back
When you talk
You know you lie about
You're right below
You're there
You build a sound
Looking back
Burning, burning
While you stare
When you do
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know

Softly touched by lascivious breath
The strange feeling like in a dream
The face gleaming in full glory
Touches of provoking beauty
Step back
Deprive yourself of the spell
Seduction is death
Step back
Deprive yourself of the spell
Hallucinations mean death
Unleash yourself
Destroy the evil spell
The face disintegrates to dust
Beauty turns gloomy
Like tarnished pewter
Gone the red lips
And the greed for blood
Step back
Deprive yourself of the spell
Seduction is death
Step back
Deprive yourself of the spell
Hallucinations mean death
Flawless beauty flatters you
Obscene words and red lips
Feminine curves scent human flesh
The greed for blood
A battle of life and death
Step back
Deprive yourself of the spell
Seduction is death
Step back
Deprive yourself of the spell

Fuck yourself with a rubber hose
Stick it in your mouth and down your throat
Up your nose and in your heinie hole
I don't care where it goes
And it don't matter if you're straight or gay
You should fuck yourself anyway
Now, you don't have to listen to a word I say
But I know you, you'll be humpin' away
Fuck yourself with your neighbor's nose
If you can't use that, use a 10-foot pole
Stick it up your ass and go for a stroll
Everyone will know you've been to this show
If you can't take, eat my stool
Masturbate with some crazy glue
I don't care what you do
Fock yourself with a garden tool
Fuck yourself with politics
Ahh they're full of fuckin' fuckin' shit
I mean you know we've been lied to ever since we were born
It's amazing that we've been getting fucked that long
Fuck yourself with the world wide web
Man you could ride that sucker right from your bed
You may even meet a Tom, Dick, Jane or Billy
Then grab onto your modem and fuck yourself silly
Fuck yourself with your heart and soul
Give it everything you got, hey I'm talkin' to you
If you can't even fuck yourself,
How ya gonna fuck somebody else?
Fuck yourself with my microphone
I'll give it to you later when we're all alone
We can turn it up loud
And see if you come, but
Don't get your jizz on my microphone
Fuck yourself with organized religion
Now that is some seriously sinnin' business
If the Lord sees their pathetic crimes
He'll be fuckin' them 'til the end of time
And can someone explain to me this racist crap
I know it isn't white, but it isn't black
And to all you people who only see things your way
Well, you can suck my dick and take all day
Fuck your nose with a pound of blow
Watch your money get up and go
But when you burnt your brain and you say
I don't know!
I hate to tell you but I told you so
Fuck yourself with this grunge rock noise
I mean, stuff those albums in your groin
They come down on me because I know how to play
Hey... fuck you!
Fuck yourself with a copy of Rolling Stone
Or are they too holy for your holiest of holes
Now those people think they're holier than Moses
But aren't they just a bunch of fuckin' posers
Fuck yourself with your mother's jewelry
I won't tell, I ain't a stooly
If you pounce hard enough you'll cough up a ruby
Your blood will be rich and so will your doodie
Fuck yourself with the latest fashion
With your spikes and your hair and those cute little buttons
And if you happen to have some leather and lace
Fuck yourself 'til you're blue in the face
Fuck yourself with your income tax
They're fucking you and that's a fact
Before you know it your money's all spent
And you've just been fucked by the government
Fuck yourself with your lawyer friend
You're the only one that's getting fucked in the end
I have been so fucked by legal bills
That my asshole is the size of Beverly Hills
Fuck yourself with your full-length sweater
With your minks and your diamonds and your Irish Setter
With your cash and your trash and your sinks and your drinks
Just fuck yourself 'til you can't even think
Those of you who enjoy this song
Thank you thank you, I love you
Let's get it on
But for those of you who are totally outraged