Chrome may refer to:
Our destiny is in your hands!
Plot
When two bumbling janitors (Hardison and Godfrey) stumble across a briefcase full of cash, it's game on. Or so they think. After immediately blowing all the cash on cars and clothes, they discover that the money belonged to the mob, and the mob isn't happy. An ultimatum is laid down and the two janitors have a week to pay the money back, or else it'll be their knee caps.
Cleaning up was never this hard.
Plot
Several lost-soul night-owls, including a nightclub owner, a talkback radio relationships counseller, and an itinerant stranger have encounters that expose their contradictions and anxieties about love and acceptance.
Keywords: absurdism, alias, answering-service, bar, bar-owner, boyfriend-girlfriend-relationship, cigarette-smoking, classified-ad, compulsive-liar, connecting-stories
Laughter, tears and telephone calls. Love is the true adventure. [USA theatrical]
Very Sexy, Very Stylish and Very Funny [Australia Theatrical]
In the middle of the night, when there's no one else...
Pearl Antoine: God, you love to stare at women.::Mickey: Old habit.
Mickey: [holding Zack at gunpoint] This guy's a menace.::Zack: I'd rather hear the gun go off than listen to this shit.
Eve: Who do you think you are, lying to me all the time?
Eve: I thought I was through getting involved with men who were trouble. Falling in love on a look.::Song: Away, away, away.::Eve: I can't look at you.::Mickey: You have perfection about you.::Song: Feels so nice.::Eve: Oh, brother. Perfection. Me.::Song: What delight!::Mickey: Your eyes have music. Your heart's the best part of your body. And when you move, every man, woman and child is forced to watch.
Nancy: I've never loved anyone. I don't think I can.
[first lines]::Announcer: Stay by your phone, Doctor Nancy Love will be up on KCMY talk radio with The Love Line.::Nancy: I recommend that you examine the deeper feelings you have for your wife, Tom.
[last lines]::Woman on Bus: Marriage is a very sacred thing.::Eve: Yeah. So I've heard. Marriage is a sacred thing. Isn't it?::Mickey: In a beautiful but sordid way.::Eve: I don't know why I ask you anything. You're a lunatic.::Mickey: That's why you chose me.
Nancy: Well, with the dilemma you're in, Jane, we could discuss sexual attitudes, early childhood, but the truth is, when you make changes, you sometimes have to endure pain.::Eve: Is that what you do with your pain?
Pearl Antoine: [reciting her own poetry] No matter who I'm with, / They want to know if I'm still sleeping with you. / I say that you sleep while I die a little. / But I'm not afraid of death. / At least you get laid in your coffin. [pause] You weren't even listening.::Mickey: You want to get laid.::Pearl Antoine: It was just a poem.::Mickey: Just a thought.
Pearl Antoine: Yeah, that's what I need, a good job. You wanna know what my favorite job would be, of all time? To be the radio talk lady, Dr Nancy Love. Ever listen to her?::Mickey: I don't listen to radio talk.::Pearl Antoine: Well, you should, because she's real smart. I mean, just think, having a job where you talk on the phone all day, and get paid for it. Women trust her, men fantasize about her. What a life! I hear she's tall and blond.
Plot
A boy (Tim Warner), expelled from military school, returns home to his fathers disappiontment. He discovers that a motorcycle gang has been terrorizing his high school, and falls in love with the girlfriend (Angie Barnes) of the gang's leader (Bull). He battles the gang, and wins both the admiration of his father and the love of the girl.
Keywords: biker, friendship, high-school-student, independent-film, motorcycle, motorcycle-gang, motorcycle-race, nerd, revenge, teenager
The comedy that outranks, outpranks and outrages them all!
Enough is enough. Now it's your turn to even the score!
...the new wave comedy hit!
It's not the things that I can't change, that bother me
It's not the things that I don't know, that undermine me
It's not the thing that I can't hold or the balancing wire that broke, that
throws me
It's not the fact that you walked out, that bewilders me
It's not the sleep that I can't steal, that wires me
It's not the coffee or the pills it's not this space that I can't fill that
kills me
Well in case you didn't know I've got a heart made of chrome
It's been bent 'til it was twisted
And in case you didn't know I've got a heart made of chrome
It's been burned, but it's still willing to try
And shine
It's not the drunks and their devices, that provoke me
It's not the politics of love and distance, and all that that shit evokes
in me
I'ts not the Sunday morning fights or this soul on ice, that numbs me
It's not the passing of another Indian summer, that saddens me
It's no the shutter in the undertow, that bears down on me
I'ts not everything ending as it begins or the loneliness that grins that
destroys me
Well in case you didn't know I've got a heart made of chrome
It's been bent 'til it was twisted
And in case you didn't know I've got a heart made of chrome
It's been burned, but it's still willing to try
Chrome revolution
Microphone pollution
Satellite days with a textbook solution
Get back, slide off the track
Like a lyric in a haystack
Drunk off of crack
Got my feet high
Never figured out where the dogs lie
Didn't mean to pry
But the door was open
Lucy in the sky
With her red hair tokin'
Do what you like
Nothing lasts for ever
So get on it before you think twice
So you think your clever
But everything worth while has got a price
Money proof armor
Makes my mind calmer
Honey fully stacked in the back of the bomber
Comin' out playin' on the backboard
Like a deadweight scratch in the middle of the day
Its a recline, not another decline
It's the days and the nights in the back of your mind
With a head change, everything is strange
But I'd rather be a smokestack out on the range
Can't you accept this flower hasn't grown?
Kick away the petals and come home
This is all she said
But there's something in me cold within me
A beast inside me, bold inside me
I find myself in chains
I find myself in chains
But if I had some time
I'd use it this time
Fix myself I will, I hope it's this time
And if I could only see the subtle things you see
I'd think myself so brave in victory
Step inside everything, everything's all clear
Maybe I could find some inspiration here
Because it's time to fix this thing
It's time to fix this thing
But if I had some time
I hope it's this time
Escape to somewhere beautiful
Then maybe I could really see the subtle things you see
I'd consider it such rare and privileged company
No, no, no, no
But never again, never again, never again
I'm just too close to winning
And I find myself in chains
And it's time to fix this thing
'Cos if I had some time
I'd use it this time
Escape to something beautiful
'Cos underneath the steel and rust and oil and shit
There's chrome just shining chrome
A mirror finish of my own
You always were the special one
The breath of air, the heap of fun
You always had a kind of light
That might dismay, or might delight
I thought about tall along
I used to doubt you
Guess I was wrong
Now you shine like chrome
You're a star and bold like chrome
And from Tokyo to Rome
We're all aware of you
Now you shine like chrome
You're so hard and cold like chrome
And I'd like to take you home
But I'm scared of you
It's nice to see you looking well
I know your age but I won't tell
You always had a kind of glow
You're luminous but I guess you know
I see it clearly
You're gonna shine
I never really thought you'd be mine
Now you shine like chrome
You're a star and bold like chrome
And from Tokyo to Rome
We're all aware of you
Now you shine like chrome
You're so hard and cold like chrome
And I'd like to take you home
Hypnotize Minds, Lil Chrome
Yea Chrome in the building
This for my 10, 25 cent, dollars you know fo sho
All my classy but nasty females
You gotta be fine
You know what i'm talkin about
The way she lick her lips
She kinda classy with it
The way she move her hips
She kinda classy with it
The way she hold her drank
She kinda classy with it
The way she looking bank
She kinda classy with it
The way she lick her lips
She kinda classy with it
The way she move her hips
She kinda classy with it
The way she hold her drank
She kinda classy with it
The way she looking bank
She kinda classy with it
Lil Mama's a mutherfucker
Man this hoe is off the chain
Standing 5'9" big booty say she love her man
Every nigga in the club trynna get to know her name
She don't fuck with broke niggas unless you flippin
with yo thang
This hoe got some good game
She a star with lot of fame
Never tell her real name
And this bitch is never shame
This hoe is a classy bitch
But she still nasty with it
Licking out her tongue chewing gum make you want some
She'll make you cum with her thumb off inside her mouth
She a real freaky bitch only find them in the south
Pussy real tight like a virgin who ain't had none
This hoe she'll fuck you good
She'll make you skeet scum
The way she lick her lips
She kinda classy with it
The way she move her hips
She kinda classy with it
The way she hold her drank
She kinda classy with it
The way she looking bank
She kinda classy with it
The way she lick her lips
She kinda classy with it
The way she move her hips
She kinda classy with it
The way she hold her drank
She kinda classy with it
The way she looking bank
She kinda classy with it
This bitch that hoe
Wanna fuck the whole clique
She a freaky sneaky kinky porny movie type bitch
Say her man gone from the home left her all alone
Told me bring a pack a rubbers and some weed for her
brother
He'll cool nigga he don't snitch he keep it undercover
Still brought the 45 in case I run across the lover
Get so a couple E's let her drink a whole pint
Now I gotta tipsy and you knowing what a nigga thank
Man i'm trynna bust something like my nigga Young Key
Is she going, is she straight
And I see she feeling me
Stick my dick inside her mouth
Don't you choke or pull it out
Let me see move your head, up and down, in and out
The way she lick her lips
She kinda classy with it
The way she move her hips
She kinda classy with it
The way she hold her drank
She kinda classy with it
The way she looking bank
She kinda classy with it
The way she lick her lips
She kinda classy with it
The way she move her hips
She kinda classy with it
The way she hold her drank
She kinda classy with it
The way she looking bank
She kinda classy with it
Work it, work it, work it, work it, work it, work it,
work that
Work it, work it, work it, work it, work it, work it,
work that
Can't you accept this flower hasn't grown?
Kick away the petals and come home
This is all she said
But there's something in me cold within me
A beast inside me, bold inside me
I find myself in chains
I find myself in chains
But if I had some time
I'd use it this time
Fix myself I will, I hope it's this time
And if I could only see the subtle things you see
I'd think myself so brave in victory
Step inside everything, everything's all clear
Maybe I could find some inspiration here
Because it's time to fix this thing
It's time to fix this thing
But if I had some time
I hope it's this time
Escape to somewhere beautiful
Then maybe I could really see the subtle things you see
I'd consider it such rare and privileged company
No, no, no, no
But never again, never again, never again
I'm just too close to winning
And I find myself in chains
And it's time to fix this thing
'Cos if I had some time
I'd use it this time
Escape to something beautiful
'Cos underneath the steel and rust and oil and shit
There's chrome just shining chrome
A mirror finish of my own
Alive inside this chrome, home, home, home
Woke up early one morning, looked over at the time
The phone was ringin', said it better be a good one this time
Said hello when I picked up the phone, no sound reached my mind
I thought great, I got woke up, and there was no one on the line
A perfect time
Where everything's gone wrong but it turns out right
And everything's so messed up but it's a sweeter life
It feels so nice, it feels so nice
Well it's just something like that
I was walking to the store to spend a hard-earned dime
I had to find something to get my mind off the lack of sleep I had last night
Over by the sewer grate, I just happened to trip
The dime fell from my hands and through the bars of the grate it slipped
A perfect time
Where everything's gone wrong but it turns out right
And everything's so messed up but it's a sweeter life
It feels so nice, it feels so nice
Well it's just something like that
(feat. Lil' Scrappy & Lil' Wyte)
[Chorus: x2]
Somebody gon get they ass kick ass kick
Somebody gon get they wig split wig split
[Project Pat: x2]
The main nigga on the block, where its hot talkin shit
I beat the main motherfucker somewhere dead in a ditch
[Chrome:]
I aint never scared of one of you little ass fuckers
Cause I hurt a motherfucker just for thinkin im sucker
You Donnie Brasco, counterfit weak ass bitch
You runnin off at your mouth, but cant finish the shit
Ya'll niggaz real hoes need to cop you some pants
Every line that im speakin make a bitch nigga mad
Even your own nigga tellin me theres hoe in your blood
You not a full time hustla you a wanna be thug
Keep on talkin sideways ima show you whats up
I put the A and letter K and let it chop you up
Me and my thugs aint playin we'll fuck you up
Run up on you with that thang let it touch you up
See im Chrome Coleon im the truth in the booth
In or out this motherfucker niggaz know that im true
I brought my guys with me industry bangers theyre found
And Lil Scrappy ride with me gone get ate like ham
[Chorus: x2]
Somebody gon get they ass kick ass kick
Somebody gon get they wig split wig split
[Project Pat: x2]
The main nigga on the block, where its hot talkin shit
I beat the main motherfucker somewhere dead in a ditch
[Lil Scrappy:]
Bitch dont come at me wrong cause im grown I wear teflon
Leave you a shot to the dome leave you dead at home
Wussup, I thought you were the bigger nigga on the block
But you talkin all that shit and got your punk ass shot
Shit, OG's in the hood get tried too
Laid the fuck out where nobody can find you
Oh big shot huh? So what you gon do?
I spit in your face like the food in drive thru's
[Lil Wyte:]
God damn Lil Wyte Lil Scrappy ridin Chevy thangs through the M
Searchin for haters lurkin for certain hatin me and him
I am the equivalence of what would happen if Paul and Juicy be smokin blunt
Of some real good shit
Ive been known to mix up your brain, im on another plane
From Memphis to ATL all races they know my name
This HCP is a gang, this HCP's in my vein
Whenever I put my talent out it fall out the sky like rain
[Chorus: x2]
Somebody gon get they ass kick ass kick
Somebody gon get they wig split wig split
[Project Pat: x2]
The main nigga on the block, where its hot talkin shit
I beat the main motherfucker somewhere dead in a ditch
Somebody [echo]
I was filling an empty life with empty lies
Closed inside my fortified self
I searched on the floor a reason for my own fall
And getting up was just beyond my strength
There is a day that I recall
Eyes with no life inside
My mirror watching me
Tried to recover means to life
Fear was then like a nameless friend
Don't rely on eternal world or kingdom
'Cause when you die you will have no time
You will be no more
So believe in the words you feel
From this hellish thing
I'm giving you the form that you need
That you need!
There is a day that I recall
Eyes with no life inside
My mirror watching me
Tried to recover means to life
Fear was then like a nameless friend
Weirdest thoughts I never knew
Kind of new dimension
Feeling now, giving strength to the
Entity I am
Forever forever you'll be
However you may loosen your grasp
Forever forever you'll stay
And never forget your last day
Loosened from the bonds you had in that world
Free from my mortal thoughts
You are no more but still you stay
Clusters of files now form my brain
No chance to recover
No way to get over
Remember of the life you didn't love
But I want it back
Somehow
Forever forever I'll be
However I'm loosening my grasp
Forever forever I'll stay
And never forget my last day
There is a day that I recall
Eyes with no life inside
My mirror watching me
Tried to recover means to life
Hypnotize Minds, Lil Chrome
Yea Chrome in the building
This for my 10, 25 cent, dollars you know fo sho
All my classy but nasty females
You gotta be fine
You know what i'm talkin about
The way she lick her lips
She kinda classy with it
The way she move her hips
She kinda classy with it
The way she hold her drank
She kinda classy with it
The way she looking bank
She kinda classy with it
The way she lick her lips
She kinda classy with it
The way she move her hips
She kinda classy with it
The way she hold her drank
She kinda classy with it
The way she looking bank
She kinda classy with it
Lil Mama's a mutherfucker
Man this hoe is off the chain
Standing 5'9" big booty say she love her man
Every nigga in the club trynna get to know her name
She don't fuck with broke niggas unless you flippin with yo thang
This hoe got some good game
She a star with lot of fame
Never tell her real name
And this bitch is never shame
This hoe is a classy bitch
But she still nasty with it
Licking out her tongue chewing gum make you want some
She'll make you cum with her thumb off inside her mouth
She a real freaky bitch only find them in the south
Pussy real tight like a virgin who ain't had none
This hoe she'll fuck you good
She'll make you skeet scum
The way she lick her lips
She kinda classy with it
The way she move her hips
She kinda classy with it
The way she hold her drank
She kinda classy with it
The way she looking bank
She kinda classy with it
The way she lick her lips
She kinda classy with it
The way she move her hips
She kinda classy with it
The way she hold her drank
She kinda classy with it
The way she looking bank
She kinda classy with it
This bitch that hoe
Wanna fuck the whole clique
She a freaky sneaky kinky porny movie type bitch
Say her man gone from the home left her all alone
Told me bring a pack a rubbers and some weed for her brother
He'll cool nigga he don't snitch he keep it undercover
Still brought the 45 in case I run across the lover
Get so a couple E's let her drink a whole pint
Now I gotta tipsy and you knowing what a nigga thank
Man i'm trynna bust something like my nigga Young Key
Is she going, is she straight
And I see she feeling me
Stick my dick inside her mouth
Don't you choke or pull it out
Let me see move your head, up and down, in and out
The way she lick her lips
She kinda classy with it
The way she move her hips
She kinda classy with it
The way she hold her drank
She kinda classy with it
The way she looking bank
She kinda classy with it
The way she lick her lips
She kinda classy with it
The way she move her hips
She kinda classy with it
The way she hold her drank
She kinda classy with it
The way she looking bank
She kinda classy with it
Work it, work it, work it, work it, work it, work it, work that
[Lil Chrome:]
Yea Hcp Nigga
Lil Chrome In This Motherfucka Nigga
You Niggaz Thought This Shit Was Over?
Nigga Im Back Bitch
Badder Than Ever Nigga
Buss A Niggaz Ass Up
Set These Weak Ass Niggaz Up Nigga
Fake Ass Rapers
Nigga Im The Motha-Fuckin Truth
In Or Out The Mutha-Fuckin Booth
Tell Em Paul
(Dj Paul)
Yea Hypnotize ...Hcp!
[Chorus:]
If A Hater Push Me Then He Get Pushed Back
If A Hater Trap Me, Then He Get Trap Back
If A Hater Cross Me Then He Get Cross Back
If A Hater Hit Me, Then He Get Hit Back
Haterz Started Sum Shit, So We Goin Finish This Shit
Haterz Started Sum Shit, So We Goin Finish This Shit
Cuz We Bussem, Bussem Up
Bussem Bussem Up
And If He Got A Big Mouth Shut Him, Shut Him Up
[Lil Chrome:]
I Think Sombody Better Get Him
Sombody Call The Docotr Cuz I Think Im Finna Kill Him
Run Up All On Me Let This Calico Flat Hit Em
I Ain't Playin No Games Korleone Goin Deal Wit Em
Cross Me You Die, And I Put Dis On On My Fam
All All All My Niggaz Gangsta
I Should Hit You With This Cam
Yea Hot Damn, Yea Hot Hot Damn
Im Hotter Than A Thousand Degrees Yes I Am
Serve A Nigga Quick Like A Sack Of Yams
Yall Real Mah Shits On
Somethin Like Spam
I Play It How It Go, And It Go How It Go
Knuckin Wit Lil Chrome
Yea I Blood On Ya Clothes
[Chorus:]
If A Hater Push Me Then He Get Pushed Back
If A Hater Trap Me, Then He Get Trap Back
If A Hater Cross Me Then He Get Cross Back
If A Hater Hit Me, Then He Get Hit Back
Haterz Started Sum Shit, So We Goin Finish This Shit
Haterz Started Sum Shit, So We Goin Finish This Shit
Cuz We Bussem, Bussem Up
Bussem Bussem Up
And If He Got A Big Mouth Shut Him, Shut Him Up
[Lil Chrome:]
You Keep Pushin Me Try Me And Imma Let A Hater Have It
You Whillin Actin A Fool Tryna Start Up Static
I Think You Should Let Him Have (Yea I Think He Should Have It)
Hit Em Like Roy Jones, Cracka Fraction In His Bone
For Playin Wit Chrome Like He Ain't Real Korleon
Yall Goin Stop Playin When I Show You Im Da Man
Slap A Hater And Mean It, Palm His Face Wit Mah Hands
Say Thats Wat Ya Get Sucka, Tryna Judge Anotha Man
For Da Krunk In Ya System, I'll Pit Dis Pump In Ya System
Knock Ya Teeth Out Ya Mouth, Goin Chrome Tell Em Wat Chu About
Loose Or Hater They Got A Whole Lotta Mouth, Tell Em Igint Now, Known To Knock A Nigga Out
[Chorus:]
If A Hater Push Me Then He Get Pushed Back
If A Hater Trap Me, Then He Get Trap Back
If A Hater Cross Me Then He Get Cross Back
If A Hater Hit Me, Then He Get Hit Back
Haterz Started Sum Shit, So We Goin Finish This Shit
Haterz Started Sum Shit, So We Goin Finish This Shit
Cuz We Bussem, Bussem Up
Bussem Bussem Up
And If He Got A Big Mouth Shut Him, Shut Him Up
[Lil Chrome:]
You Boys Never Been Killaz, I Say It To Ya Face
I'll Hit Ya With A Solid Right, Left To Ya Waist
Grab Me Ya Find Out, You Get Trap Back Homie
Push Me And Find Out, You Get Push Back Homie
Cross Me And I Find Out It Be I See You
Ain't Nothin But Beef Homie When Icu
You Love Me Fa Sha Bay, But Im Back From Da Dead
Like To Tangle With His Mind, So Respect How I Play It
These Suckas Know How We Do When We Finna Hurt A Hater
Put Him In Wheelchair And Make Him Use His Elavator
Old Trupmet Ass All Naked In The Water Wit Dem Gators
I'm [?] With The Dry Land And Test Him?
[Chorus:]
If A Hater Push Me Then He Get Pushed Back
If A Hater Trap Me, Then He Get Trap Back
If A Hater Cross Me Then He Get Cross Back
If A Hater Hit Me, Then He Get Hit Back
Haterz Started Sum Shit, So We Goin Finish This Shit
Haterz Started Sum Shit, So We Goin Finish This Shit
Cuz We Bussem, Bussem Up
Bussem Bussem Up
And If He Got A Big Mouth Shut Him, Shut Him Up
I left my heart in San Francisco.
High on a hill it calls to me
to be where little cable cars
climb halfway to the stars!
The morning fog may chill the air,
I don't care!
My love waits there in San Francisco,
above the blue and windy sea.
When I come home to you, San Francisco,
your golden sun will shine for me!
I left my heart in San Francisco.
High on a hill it calls to me
to be where little cable cars
climb halfway to the stars!
The morning fog may chill the air,
I don't care!
My love waits there in San Francisco,
above the blue and windy sea.
[Intro: x2]
This Is My Pain I Know You Feelin Me Nigga. My Stress, This Some Real Shit Nigga, My Block Nigga I Gotta
Hold It Down, My Fight An I Ain't Tryin To Lose Nigga.
[Verse 1:]
This Is My Life, My Stress, My Guilt. I Done Seen Alot Of Things Since A Youn Nigga Been Here. Ever Since My
Momma Passed Like My Family Ain't Strong. But God With Us All We Juz Gotta Hold On, He Left Me To Lead I
Can't Go The Wrong Route So Every Word Im Speakin You Can Feel Out My Mouth. My Dad Wasn't Home On The
Real I Feel Fuck Em Thas Prolly Why The Chrome Was A Bad Muthafucka I Had To Grow Up Fast Didn't Depend On
None Other I Seperate The Real From The Fake An The Suckas My Baby Girl Sick Her Momma Act Like She Don't
Love Her Im Beefin With My Brother But Hes Simply Undercova
[Chorus:]
Cuz This Is My Pain, My Stress, My Guilt, My Time, My Fame, My Shame, Plus Its Real And The Feel My Hood,
My Block, My City, My Turf, My Fight, My Struggle On Da Real Ya'll Dis Is My Life, My Pain, My Stress, My
Guilt, My Time, My Fame, My Shame, Plus Its Real And The Feel My Hood, My Block, My City, My Turf, My
Fight, My Struggle On Da Real
[Verse 2:]
This Is My City, My Turf, My Struggle I Would Take To Keep It Gutter Then Lugged Out Brotha Was Raised At The
Bottom With A No Patna Piss In Didn't Have Alot Friends But My Brother And The Pen My Cuz Up State Cuz The
Judge Gave Em Ten And I Was Only Twelve Tryin Get My Ass In My Big Cuz Tooty Say Nigga Be A Man You Gotta
Stay Focused To Survive In The Game Don't Never Let A Nigga Score Points Off Your Name An Fuck These Hoes
Prot The Hoes Wit A Chain I Took It Ran Wit It Said Fuck The Cocaine I Learned To Be A Mane Now Im Doin Da
Damn Thing
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
This Is My Time Since The Fame Like Change I Was Type To Keep It Real Never Switchin Up My Lanes Before I
Even Knew It I Was Made A Grown Mane I Know I Should Be Dead But Instead Im Gettin Chain My Momma
Say My Mouth Prolly Would Get Me Killed But Ima Be A Man Even If My Blood Spill The Hoes Say A Nigga Only
In It For The Money Some Want Me Dead With Their Hand In The Honey.
Cruisin' down the boulevard where
Chrome was king in the street lights
Where dreams came true every Saturday night
Turning on the radio the nights just came alive
And we thought that life was just to drive
I want, I want to see the day
When we hold to our dreams
Not throw them all away
Once when we were young
We thought our dreams could be real
We packed them into American steel
Life was like a movie then but it was so damn real
We had a fire in our hearts an American steel
Rolling past the boneyard full of memories covered in dust
Forgotten relics that have all been left to rust
Found someone's old '57 someone's dream got thrown away
It makes me burn to see it here today
I want, I want to see the day
When we hold to our dreams
Not throw them all away
Once when we were young
We thought our dreams could be real
We packed them into American steel
Life was like a movie then but it was so damn real
We had a fire in our hearts an American steel
One look in the mirror to comb my hair
Turn the key and I don't care
About anything but miles and miles of road
I know I can't feel this way forever
But here and now I got it together
I got a fire in my heart and American steel
Don't you have any memories that you could never throw away
Something that makes you what you are today
I'm rolling past the graveyard of American dreams
Left to just fall apart at the seams
I want, I want to see the day
When we hold to our dreams
Not throw them all away
Once when we were young
We thought our dreams could be real
We packed them into American steel
Life was like a movie then but it was so damn real
We had a fire in our hearts an American steel
Lovely flowers changing colour
Like chameleons change to one
Boiling, coiling
Chain rapped round and round
Strong legs, between your lies
Matching layers along my dress
Becoming an assessorie
You won't see the dress
For the chameleon
Lovely flowers changing colour
Last night I went to Jupiter
and silently I stayed
until I caught the daybreak on the seventh moon
breathing in the juvenile
naked to the bone
sitting on the bottom of my soul
Open up to the sound on Celestials playground
I'm reaching out to willpower
staring at the strobe
I never thought that speed of life could kill my thoughts
trying to come clear now
my engine running slow
falling like a comet heading home
Open up to this sound
let the magic come over
and freak out
Lovely flowers changing colour
Like chameleons change to one
Boiling, coiling
Chain rapped round and round
Strong legs, between your lies
Matching layers along my dress
Becoming an assessorie
You won't see the dress
For the chameleon
Lovely flowers changing colour
Like chameleons change into one
never been to a place like here
never seen it anywhere
very eager I wonder but anyway
I guess I wasn't needed here
since its new it has no tangles
isolations have no flower
very sincere I scower
but anyway
A million faces, each a million lies
For each and all a chrome disguise
Prompts for action, force reaction
Embody promise in a sheen so pure
Hurt, the measure of blind ambition
The testament to your singular disease
Against all wisdom you heed no warning
Your desires giving you away
If I could change your mind
I wouldn't save you from the path you wander
In desperation dreams, any soul can set you free
And I still hear you scream
In every breath, in every single motion
Burning innocence, the fire to set you free
Your actions turn conquest to dust
In portents of fate, you foolishly place trust
Sense fear in your broken breathing
Resort to shadows till your body expires
All creation has the promise of Heaven
And still you travel the road to Hell
I'm saying nothing for the good of myself
But I'm still talking and you're not listening
If I could change your mind
I wouldn't save you from the path you wander
In desperation dreams, any soul can set you free
And I still hear you scream
In every breath, in every single motion
Burning innocence, the fire to set you free
As night descends upon the city
The streets are cold, the lights go by
And in the stories of the people
A million faces, a million lies
They'll never say they feel what you feel
That they can see the world you see
And in their faces, their expressions
So let’s be done with this. You said “I want you, I
don’t want another, I want a girl who
knows how to suffer.” Chalk down my hands, I need to
work the bars dry. So now
you’re in the middle of someone terrible and you’re
carrying a tiny crucible. Every raw
boy want relief. You tough guys with the glass jaws,
your pins, your backstage laws,
your French positions, your stripper damage. It’s more
than you can hide, more than
you can manage. I’m done with the dark boys, through
with the dark boys, done with the
dark boys, I swear you’ll be the last one. I’m done
with the dark boys, through with the
dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia. You dream
of a girl with silver skin, you
dream of a girl cooled and thinned. She’s gone a bit
blue around the edges. You want a
girl who sucks her thumb when she comes, you’re just
looking for a clean sleep. She
doesn’t want to see you, she wants to be seen by the
cameras, the crews and the soft
machines. You want a girl who could suck the chrome.
You’re so rocked and wrapped in
anguish, some little tragedy I’m slow to extinguish.
Watching the suitors stagger home,
now I’m butcher, now you’re bone. I’m done with the
dark boys, through with the dark
boys, done with the black cotton mafia. I’m done with
the dark boys, through with the
dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you’ll be
the last one. It’s documented,
tequila scented. You want a girl who’s pale and bled,
you want a girl who’s easily led. Her
slim hips, your tight grip, tell me it doesn’t hurt
just a little bit boy. Come in, copy, she
doesn’t read you, she fed the hand that bit her, she
doesn’t need you. Your fill-in girls,
your soft metal foxes, your white receipts, your big,
black boxes. Life doesn’t mean
telling lies, it means enduring what you despise. I’m
done with the dark boys, through
with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear
you’ll be the last one. I’m done, I’m
Some people feel desire, I don't know why
Like at the wheel waitin' (way down), I don't know why
I'm gonna find desire, I don't know why
Some people feel sorrow, I don't know why
You can the ?? (barrells) of my mind
Some people feel sorrow (to sit alone), I don't know why
But I cannot feel waitin' (way down), I don't know why
I'm gonna find desire, I don't know why
Like at the wheel waitin' (way down), I don't know why
You can the ?? (barrells) of my mind
Don't even say you think you're too complicated
You know I don't like to beat around the bush
Well now that you know, I want you to be my gal
Waited such a long time just to ask you
You know I don't like a justa hangin' around
Well now that you know, I want you to be my gal
Ah well I mean, but ah, but ah, you know
Waited such a long time just to ask you
You know I don't like a justa beatin' around
Well now that you know, I want you to be my gal
Some people feel sorrow, I don't know why
Like at the wheel waitin' (way down), I don't know why
I'm gonna find desire, I don't know why
Like at the wheel waitin' (way down), I don't know why
It's not the things that
I can't change that bother me
And it's not the things that
I don't know that undermine me
It's not the thing that
I can't hold or the balancing wire
That broke, that throws me
It's not the fact that
You walked out that bewilders me
It's not the sleep that
I can't steal that wires me
It's not the coffee or the pills
It's not this space that
I can't fill that kills me
Well, in case you didn't know
I've got a heart made of chrome
It's been bent 'til it was twisted
And in case you didn't know
I've got a heart made of chrome
It's been burned
But it's still willing to try and shine
It's not the drunks and their devices
That provoke me
And it's not the politics of love and distance
And all that that shit evokes in me+
It's not the Sunday morning fights
Or this soul on ice that numbs me
And it's not the passing of another Indian
Summer that saddens me
It's no the shutter in the undertow
That bears down on me
It's not everything ending as it begins
Or the loneliness that grins that destroys me
Well, in case you didn't know
I've got a heart made of chrome
It's been bent 'til it was twisted
And in case you didn't know
I've got a heart made of chrome
It's been burned
Chrome, She can see herself In the shiny grill and the
Wire wheels of a red Chevelle with four on the floor and the top down
Chrome, zippin' by on an Electra Glide
With dual tail pipes doin' 105 in the broad daylight
On a two-lane headin' outta town
Forget Pink and purple paisleys
little mellow-yellow daisies
Ain't no pot of gold in her rainbow
Her favorite color is ..Chrome
Chrome, get her leg up high
on the bumper of my big black Mack truck
With a smoke stack pointed towards the sky
And mud flaps, you know the kind
Chrome,I said hey little girl you sure look nice
Do you wanna ride, I won't bite, she climbs inside
Says hell no, I want to drive
Forget Pink and purple paisleys
little mellow-yellow daisies
Ain't no pot of gold in her rainbow
Her favorite color is ..Chrome
It's chrome alright Shiny,nice polished
Chrome, Chrome
Forget Pink and purple paisleys
little mellow-yellow daisies
Ain't no pot of gold in her rainbow
Her favorite color is ..Chrome
Her favorite color is...chrome
That girl is all about chrome
the walls are painted
different every second
my eyes are of chrome
it is television
can't let go of my leg
it's itching and bleeding
layer by layer
I'm peeling away
burn down my house
and make something happen
stab me in the heart
and make something stop
'cause I am so distracted
I am slightly shocked
by how things can keep going
like a dead man's clock
a mirror is hanging
kinda loose on my wall
I'm passing it sideways
I'm saying hello
my brother is halfways
through a book I've left him
called me today
Like someone that hasn't any country
Like a stranger visiting from Mars
I went around alone, just like a rolling stone
Until I read a message in the stars
It must have been moonglow, 'way up in the blue
It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you
I still hear you saying, "Dear one, hold me fast"
And I start in praying, Oh Lord, please let this last
We seemed to float right through the air
Heavenly songs seemed to come from ev'rywhere
And now when there's moonglow 'way up in the blue
I always remember that moonglow gave me you
It must have been moonglow, 'way up in the blue
It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you
I still hear you saying, "Dear one, hold me fast"
And I start in praying, Oh Lord, please let this last
We seemed to float right through the air
Heavenly songs seemed to come from ev'rywhere
And now when there's moonglow 'way up in the blue