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You're looking quite sharp, sugar.
You've got some teeth on that stare.
You've got them tattered blue jeans on.
You've done that thing with your hair.
This bed could use a secret and these pounding hearts could keep it.
If you could, i could, i swear.
You turned me on and i'd like to know if you were trying.
Angel we are so gone.
By tonight, the earth bursts open, we shed this clothing
And you'll see my from the angle that you missed.
You're looking high strung sugar. Why don't you sink a little bit?
Into the sea of sweat our skin can spit.
It was good to keep me guessing because you know i hate attention,
But can we get down to it? Can we get down to it?
Nothing exists but this.
Thanks to Brooke (RogueBassist88
netscape.net) for these lyrics
Much too soon you're gonna know I'm strong
I don't care what's right or wrong,
I'm gonna find you by tonight.
I've been so long searching for you
And there ain't a thing that you can do
'Cos I'm gonna be there by tonight.
If you're feeling edgy then you better catch a train,
Or you may see my face at your window pane
I'm gonna get you by tonight.
I've listened and waited and watched every move
I'm tortured and twisted, got something to prove
And I ain't the kind that you can easily soothe
Now you're in for some trouble,
I'm telling the truth.
A system in the making,
self-healing for the blind,
sitting in the waiting-room
of the patient mind;
raging at the illness
when the rage may be its cause,
the purpose of the will is lost
in the search for an escape clause,
in the search for an escape clause.
Fatal convalescence,
the wound becomes a weal;
the poison is in essence just
the virus of the real.
But there's sympathetic healing,
the power of the soul bandages,
concealing all that we can't control,
all that we can't control.
Waiting for the doctor to come.
Waiting for the doctor to come.
Waiting for the doctor to come.
Waiting for the doctor to come.
A system in the making,
self-healing for the blind,
sitting in the waiting-room
of the patient mind...
But there isn't any answer
the consciousness can quote
when the loaded dice of chance are there,
rattling in the throat,
rattling in the throat.
Waiting for the doctor to come.
Waiting for the doctor to come.
Waiting for the doctor to come.
Waiting for the doctor to come.
You put your faith in others;
the fear could not be worse,
but Nature's not your mother now,
just your suckling nurse.
There isn't any doctor,
there isn't any cure...
That might come as a shock to you,
but can you really be so sure?
Can you really be so sure?
Darling, cover me with your palms
Feel the warmth feel the way to my heart
I have no secrets, nothing I’ll deny, tonight
Say you’ve had enough of strength
And I just want to lead a good life
I’m scarred, don’t leave me to the lions, tonight
So darling don’t sail away
Your love is all I have
And don’t believe what they say
Just be tonight
This life is ours tonight
Darling, capture me with your charms
Leave the wealth of wait in my arms
I have no comfort without you
This world is not my home
Say you’ve had enough of strength
And I just want to lead a good life
I’m scarred, don’t leave me to the lions, tonight
So darling don’t sail away
Your love is all I have
And don’t believe what they say
Just be tonight
This life is ours tonight
So darling don’t sail away
Your love is all I have
And don’t believe what they say
Just be tonight
This life is ours tonight
Just be tonight
Just be tonight
Just be tonight
Just be tonight
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight
Tonight, tonight
goddess raped by god
devouring our imminence
famished for fear
we die
sacrosanct arbiter
subjugating the earth
bastardizing spirituality
demise
consummate your venality
battened by life's spoils
placate your greed
we cry
womyn and earth
objectified
brutalized
profitised
despiritualised
we die
(Strong education)
I live now and today
(Securitisation)
I'm willing to pay
(Future prospects and expectations)
Just space the words you want to say
(Your social order)
Yeah I got to stand up
(Ethical border)
And I got to get out
(Economical deep, keep your head above water)
Just call me unreasonably proud
Don't want to patient
I don't want to hide
I want to run wild
Don't want to patient
Will not be patient
Let me just fly
One time only try
Don't want to patient
Will not be patient no more
(Working condition)
I've a dream in my head
(Name and position)
That's why some call me mad
(Colour of skin, religion and mission)
When I feel good some make it bad
(Political sides)
When visions are gone
(Your family ties)
We waited too long
(Favorite temptation and sexual wise)
We die but once we were strong
Don't want to patient
I don't want to hide
I want to run wild
Don't want to patient
Will not be patient
Let me just fly
One time only try
Don't want to patient
Will not be patient no more
I don't want to hide
I want to run wild
Don't want to patient
Will not be patient
Let me just fly
One time only try
Don't want to patient
Well I don't know, but I've been told
That you can never get too old
To let new hands feel your heart
And see where it has grown too hard
We can be patient
This situation
Will not destroy us
Will not control us
We can be patient
In this situation,
and you may hate us
But you can't change us
You fell from the apple tree
The one you planted by the stream
The reset button's very close
You're two feet from the telephone
But I see you stare me down
The quiet won't erase this sound
We can be patient
This situation
Will not destroy us
Will not control us
We can be patient
In this situation,
and you may hate us
But you can't change us
We're saying no oh oh
no oh oh
We're saying no oh oh
no oh oh
We're saying no oh oh
no oh oh
We're saying no oh oh
no oh oh
Slowly breaking,
years of waiting
Slowly breaking
years of waiting
Slowly breaking
your voice above the crowd
We can be patient
This situation
Will not destroy us
Will not control us
We can be patient
In this situation,
and you may hate us
But you can't change us
We're saying no oh oh
no oh oh
We're saying no oh oh
no oh oh
We're saying no oh oh
no oh oh
We're saying no oh oh
(Overend Watts)
Much too soon you're gonna know I'm strong
I don't care what's right or wrong,
I'm gonna find you by tonight.
I've been so long searching for you
And there ain't a thing that you can do
'Cos I'm gonna be there by tonight.
If you're feeling edgy then you better catch a train,
Or you may see my face at your window pane
I'm gonna get you by tonight.
I've listened and waited and watched every move
I'm tortured and twisted, got something to prove
And I ain't the kind that you can easily soothe
Now you're in for some trouble,
I'm telling the truth.
And you can't escape ....
Patineta
Estoy en la calle
Con mi nueva patineta
Es muy buena es
La mejor es una:
(Coro)
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa,ti-ti-ti-ti-ti,ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne,ta-ta-ta-ta
Es mi patineta
Es mi nueva Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa,ti-ti-ti-ti-ti,ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne,ta-ta-ta-ta
Tiene cuatro ruedas
Es la mejor es mi
Nueva:
(Coro)
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa,ti-ti-ti-ti-ti,ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne,ta-ta-ta-ta
Es mi patineta
Es mi nueva Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa,ti-ti-ti-ti-ti,ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne,ta-ta-ta-ta
Me gusta patinar
Con mi nueva patineta
Tiene un dibujo atrás
No soy bueno
Para patinar pero por
Lo menos
Tengo una:
(Coro)
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa,ti-ti-ti-ti-ti,ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne,ta-ta-ta-ta
Es mi patineta
Es mi nueva Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa,ti-ti-ti-ti-ti,ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne,ta-ta-ta-ta
You are adored but you say you're alone
Like I'm nothing at all
That's how you punish me
By always letting me fall
I've built this sanctuary for
Your troubles and doubts
And there I pray for you
And now you look at me
Like I wasn't true
And maybe you don't want no one to find out
That I am kissing you
Maybe you don't want no one to find out
That I was the one taking love from you
Patiently, waiting for you to give up everything
Say just what you mean
I'm patiently, waiting
For you to give up everything
Say just what you mean
I want to be adored
By your lips and your hands
Can't seem to tell you this
When you analyze
Every single kiss
You tell me you're just a saint, boys
will be boys, this was a game
And you don't want no one to find out that I
Was the one playing games with you
Patiently, I'm waiting for you to give up everything
Say just what you mean
I'm patiently, waiting
For you to say just what you mean
He's got- He's God- He's got- He's God-
He's got his eye on the prize
One-five in the clip
Walking the strip
He's out looking for kicks
And he come rolling with a posse
You don't want to cross him
No my friends, cuz he ain't no friend at all
He's a big man
He's a real man
Got a god damned gun (just like Uncle Sam)
And when he grips it he's omnipotent
Sends em off like sheep to the slaughter
Get em up
Get back- now get your hands up
Fear the boom of the gun blast
I make it rough
Get em up
Get back- now get your hands up
Cuz when I grip it I am potent
Gun in your mouth
You're staring death in the face
You're going down in the ground
No way out of this place
And he'll be killing every last one
Kill until it's all gone
No my friends, cuz he ain't your friend at all
He's the real thing
Carbon steel sting
Got a god damned gun and it makes him King
Cuz when he grips it he's omnipotent
Sends em off like sheep to the slaughter
Get em up
Get back- now get your hands up
Fear the boom of the gun blast
I make it rough
Get em up
Get back- now get your hands up
Cuz when I grip it I am potent
Get em up- get back, now get your hands up
Cuz when I grip it I am potent-
I'm making them all - fall - down
And now your life is on the line
And now your ass is on the line
Here we go now- Here we go now-
Cock that gun back
Go on; get ready- get ready for war
I back up suckers when I sling
Go on; get ready- get ready for war
I make em suffer when I slay
I don't need anybody
I don't need anyone
I've got my motivation
And I've got my gun
Go on, get ready- get ready for war
I back up suckers when I sling
Go on, get ready- get ready for war
greetings heathens
feast your eyes upon me
you eyes eat me
free from flesh and thought
stealing semen
from my mouth still bleeding
sick and thirsty
you’ll be the end of me
greetings heathens
with jaws still red with envy
your eyes eaten
free from flesh and thought
swollen ideals
your foul mouth still bleeding
sick and thirsty
Alone.
Yet so many voices unceasingly chatter.
I awake behind window bars in a room so white.
Cold like melting frost in this summers night.
There is nothing that can hold my weight.
Nothing to slip around my neck to end this misery.
Not even the dignity of suicide is given to me.
Why can't you all be fucking silent?
So I can think... the blinding light and the sterile
smell comes over me.
Take this pill. Worship this god. Wear a smile. Lie to
the world.
Everything is alright.
No, you can't leave (Not until our pockets are full).
Scars run so deep.
A ghost of me is all you will see.
The burns from a rope I never tied.
The scars on wrists I never cut: Made by the life I
didn't want.
Healed by the life I would one day lead.
There is hope somewhere beneath all this death.
The final exhalation could be a newborn's first breath.
Somewhere in the final resting place of a rotten old
tree: Amanitas are growing.
This is where I will be.
A place where scars are beautiful.
Where sanity and insanity meet.
Here i am
Still roaming through the streets of forbearaent
a gust of innocence has made of me the stoog of life
but i'm still patient, still aware of what we missed
i've found disillusion an ambiton
Here i am
Still listening to the sound of ignorance
my lust for weariness has made of me a fool of life
but im still patient, still aware of what we lack
i've found an isolation in stagnation
"Come in", a voice is calling
a call in the name breaking
a break in the way we are fallin
a fall in the place i've got know
Now here i am
still wandering through the light of doubt
my quest of confusion has made of me the perfect dolt
but i'm still patient, but so bored inside
will i let myself drown in another fight
"Come in", a voice is calling
a call in the name breaking
a break in the way we are fallin
a fall in the place i've got know