Guided By Voices - Universal Trusts And Cycles (2002) by Guided By Voices (보컬) on maniadb.com

For Chrissakes, Charlie
Send them your love
Pictures from happier times
When babies acted like babies
So did the grown-ups
The band played “We All Fall Down”
And some of us did

Fly off the wheel
Travel highwired
There are movements necessary
Then there is unnecessary motion
It happens all the time
You can see it swim
In the skin parade
In the skin parade

Where other objects move to
Right through you
To the other side
It is come alive
It is come alive
In the skin parade
In the parade of skin

Celebrating this level
Of concrete movements
Wicked

What of the blessings
Of the tired arms waiting for more?
At times and if you sleep
And the pressure is then off
Where has it gone?

What blazing white giant
Pulls off the darkness?
Is it good for you
To ask for assistance?
And to ask for it for others also?
Next time you get sick you'll know
You might even see
You might even see
You'll see

Sometimes her mother will work with her
But There's nothing wrong with her
There's nothing wrong with her
There's nothing wrong

So such is life that it writes itself
Trying to right itself
But There's nothing wrong with it
There's nothing wrong

And every single day without much to say
These apparitions raise a toast to their kind

The people who are these things
Are not afraid with you
And caring must go with the wisdom
Of their selections

Never can touch their sign language
So is the cost of sound barriers
Even as though she's still searching
For a cloud with a silver lining
We pray for her
She's burning slow
Out on a mission's light

Christian animation torch carriers
This is a shallow hole but faith makes it safe
Hiding inside a grave with no sound
No witness to see
With or without you

Christian animation torch carriers
However will you learn their sign language
However will you try to hide
Within their eyes?
Within them in life?

Cheyenne - The face of pride never died
Cheyenne - The true blue water
Cheyenne - I celebrate for you and I
Sifting through the pieces of the broken prize

Cheyenne - I'm sending out satellites
Cheyenne - I'm hovering quite largely
Cheyenne - In paradox in suicide
Cheyenne in white

And if an innocent minute lives for the light
The time is right
Define a line
To hold back the night - inside
A single glimpse of purity
In a flickering light
Cheyenne sees right

And if an innocent minute lives for the light
The time is right, define a line
To hold back the night inside
A single glimpse of purity in a flickering light
Cheyenne sees right

Cheyenne - A drama not acted out
Cheyenne - In destiny stay gazing
Cheyenne - In witnessing if I'm to miss
Cheyenne in white

Cheyenne in white
Cheyenne in white
Cheyenne in white
Cheyenne in white
Cheyenne in white
Cheyenne in white
Cheyenne in white

“Make It” comes alive
In my private glass tent, oh yeah
A portable mortuary
Going
Going
But not yet gone

‘Cause when it does
It does, and then
The ancient practice
Of mourning the phantom
Do you really think he
Would choose to inhabit the pore
Where his container was planted?

Can't imagine that

How can I look through
Their senseless side?
As much as I'd like to
All is not right - and it shows
All around you
Under the tree - a seed
Come in closer
There is a sign
Shaped in the mind

Pick up - for God's sake
When we call you back to the lake

How can I tell you
All that is wrong
Nothing invites you
Can't get along - with you now
And I try to
There is a page
It's still unwritten
Why can't you find
Time in your schedule
To pick up...

Oh, pick up for God's sake
When we call you back to the lake

Make no mistake
We will call you back to the lake

I dig the way you skim
Light and fried, like creme brulee
Svelt melta, pussyheart
Sweet and unwrinkled
‘Neath a thousand pounds of clothes
Expensive ones

Does she blend well?
Your choice, I mean
Your angel baby monkey girl
The gift of smiles and love production
Her sunshine mind
Her storm cloud eyes
Blending colors into brown
Confusing emotions, deliberately

Does it hurt you?
To love, I mean
And all the creases in your brow
The red bedspread, the storm vibrations
The starless nights
The shattered screen
Allowing pain to enter
Let your guard/God down, obviously

It will try to find you
No matter where you may go
It will try to find you
No matter who you may know

Does it hurt you?
To love, I mean
Does it hurt you?
To love, I mean
Does it hurt you?
To love, I mean

Circular beast exhibit
Factory of raw essentials
Wrong examples
Palefoot frontrunners
For disease control
And with ease you can roll away the stone
And find no remnants of goodness

Roll away the stone
You’ll find no remnants of goodness
You roll away the stone
And find no remnants of goodness

Eyeline the driveway
Eyeblack the door
Sky all around me
Levels life from roof to floor

Trees and knees are lovely
Seek it, find the core
I have grown to life
Like all in silence, wait for more

Everywhere with helicopter
Hard to follow when I'm slow
Everywhere with helicopter
Sending off where lightning goes

I will try to fight them
I will let them nowhere to go
Try escape the pace
I'll say God bless you, let me know

We know the answers
We fill us in
I do not diminish
Start to finish, front to end

Everywhere with helicopter
Hard to swallow when I'm slow
Everywhere with helicopter
Censor of the lightning ghosts

Everywhere with helicopter
Hard to swallow when I'm slow
Everywhere with helicopter
Sending off where lightning goes

Climbing up to greet you
And all the suns that shine above you
Pretty bombs will sing you
To sleep and you will dream of them

Out of one chance
Out of wonder

A secret box where hides it
They put their hearts inside it
No one has the keys
And so they lie to you

Loving arms attack you
With promises for when you check out
Are they so intrigued
By far off places over there

From inside their pretty cages
They creep out and up the hill
To follow them

Going places
All the same

Peeled in grace before the sunlight
Stripped of face and so the morning...

My lonely mile
Is charming from above
Do not run my love
No one is harming you

Why do you dream
Of strange men in aeroplanes
And parachutes torn
By wings of thorn?

Your lovely smile
Should not be touched
Do not sip this poison
No one is hunting
No fox and no horn

Why do you fear
What takes to the air
Before it is borne
On wings of thorn?

It
Who no longer can listen
It
Saw a gusty wind

Come up to listen
Before I was ten
and all of the evil grids
From a hill where rats consider

And they gang
And they topple
And they send a smoke ring
Into the onion field
A ghost!
And this can make you choke
Coming from the throat
Of a ghost!

And sent to my weak knees
From a voice plantation
All in together
In terror

How did I get to know ya?
How could I not?
All the time linking crimes in progress
With previous foul-ups
And we know secrets
And perfect cures

And once the answer
To all God's problems
Escaped us as quickly as it came
But that's O.K.
Because all things happen

As the icy breeze is shattered
By speaking to us warmly
To the nation of duress
And God yes, it's a mess

We know this and that
The romantic soul for us
In the lost hierarchy of land
And landowners
And down will go back up forevermore
I must try to believe this

And if I may consider
To look out from an opening
Of freshly painted lines
And letter perfect designs

For we know this and that
The romantic soul for us
In the lost hierarchy of land
And landowners
And down will go back up forevermore
I must try to believe this

Fight me
Fight me in practice
Up from a squelch
A ten point power plant
No planning a rant
You get a clear man

Hunting a heart
Backed away in his pig
Father Sgt. Christmas Card
Gone jogging
Gumming the fun tunnel
And answer to no one
And not knowing this
So God bless you
Continue to speak

Oh, God, bless you!
Fa la la la la
Oh, God, bless you!
Fa la la la la