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from Spider-Man (스파이더맨) by Danny Elfman [omnibus, ost] (2002)
Copacetic, calm my frenetic, she's the s**t y'all
Highly-rated, well-educated, she's an angel She's ambitious, beautiful, delicious, got a restaurant I can take it, truth stripped me naked, yeah I f**ked up...yeah *She was my girl Used to be my world I miss my girl What a fine girl She put together, says she's doing better since she let go Repeated dreamer, now and then I see her and we have lunch Ever playful, hook the jumper cable, give me fresh spark Sister ringing, old reminder stinging, bridges burned hoss...yeah * Repeat (x2) She called me up, I guess she pretty stuck, she needed my help It made me happy, hence the lyric sappy, I still love her...yeah * Repeat (x2) Such a fine girl I miss my girl Used to be my world She was my girl |
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from Jerry Cantrell - Degradation Trip Volumes 1 And 2 (2002)
I feel the fear take hold
Reside in darkness, thrive where most won't go Adrift, I curse this gift And hope you'll never know Feel like a psychotic break comin' on Snapping two by fours Punching holes in dry wall Feel like a psychotic break comin' on Chalking up my dead friends And loved ones long gone I feel the fear take hold Reside in darkness, thrive where most won't go Adrift, I curse my gift And hope you never know Feel like a psychotic break comin' on Snapping two by fours Punching holes in dry wall Feel like a psychotic break comin' on Thinking 'bout my dead friends Whose voices ring on |
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from Jerry Cantrell - Degradation Trip Volumes 1 And 2 (2002)
Don't deny I did you cold
I broke your trust and lied Controlling, selfish, gossip abound Cocaine mouth over mind And I say... I wash my hands, pull the slivers No master plan, I deliver Enigma wrapped in riddle Your life I belittle Dignity I'd steal Now I know how it feels Stubborn bastard, hard head knocking We had our good years too Though apart, you're still in my heart I'd give anything for you And I say... I wash my hands, pull the splinters No master plan, I deliver Enigma wrapped in riddle Your life I belittle Dignity I'd steal Now I know how it feels Often heard, seldom seen Bargain Basement Howard Hughes Hermit phase, a woodshed rage These days headlines are few And I say... I wash my hands, pull the splinters No master plan, I deliver Enigma wrapped in riddle Your life I belittle Dignity I'd steal Now I know how it feels |
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from Jerry Cantrell - Degradation Trip Volumes 1 And 2 (2002)
I'm a whore, can't ignore this my lot
Live in guest house of palace i bought Guess my pimp treats me swell... I confess I'm a whore, might as well be the best Owned, breaking, sell the kids my soul Owned, raking, corporation roll Owned, breaking, sell the kids my soul Owned, raping, taking five to one Used to be beautiful Never a moment dull Surely the day will come Put down when you can't run... anymore I'm a whore, can't complain, this I choose Trading pleasure for coin, kept court fool Pay my pimp, treats me right, lets me be I'm a whore, nothing more, somewhat free Owned, breaking, sell the kids my soul Owned, raking, corporation roll Owned, breaking, sell the kids my soul Owned, raping, taking five to one Used to be beautiful Never a moment dull Surely the day will come Put down when you can't run... anymore Used to be beautiful Never a moment dull Surely the day will come Put down when you can't run... anymore Owned |
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from Jerry Cantrell - Degradation Trip Volumes 1 And 2 (2002)
Homely, thick in mind, never listen
Worn, tired, siren drawn, tunnel vision Don't forget this chance only live once Sprung, hypnotized by light, had to get some Get it all She said I forgive you Don't regret our time You've got to move on love Angel eyes Four years and still I dream Agonize Such beauty not since seen Bow down, piper leading, you were one Hungry, took the prize, then you got dumb Don't live out your life like a sad song Sprung, hypnotized by light, had to get some Get it all She said I forgive you You must too or die You've got to let me go Angel eyes Four years and still I dream Agonize Such beauty not since seen Angel eyes Your face is all I see Agonize Forever haunting me |
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from Jerry Cantrell - Degradation Trip Volumes 1 And 2 (2002)
There's no out, downside up for good
No light, reflection understood Had to try, perversion satisfied Insane...so I indulge the beast awhile When hurting yourself feels right And there's nothing familiar in sight Take the time to pull the weeds choking flowers in your life... Or seal your doom Cold transparent blue Locked inside a room In solitude There's no flesh, my own ghost awaits Unclean, defiled, hallucinatory state Lust, sloth, not my only sins It's just how, when it's time, on a degradation trip...yeah When hurting yourself feels right Long gone the will to fight Take the time to pull the weeds choking flowers in your life... Or seal your doom Cold transparent blue Locked inside a room In solitude Insanity takes you So black it's untrue So black it's untrue |
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from Jerry Cantrell - Degradation Trip Volumes 1 And 2 (2002)
Going down a last act scene
Curtain call begin bowing Self-appointed abuse king Hellbound, that's my belief Black eat white, cassette thrill Whatever come, eat your fill Choke on bones, flowing stream long stilled The truth is to some degree we all steal Hey now Come 'round Hellbound Going way down Justified, a self-made man All I do is do what I can Edges sharpened, blasted sand Bizarre, devoted fan Black eat white, cassette thrill Whatever come, eat your fill Choke on bones, flowing theme blown will The truth is to some degree we all steal Hey now Come 'round Hellbound Going to stay down Washington, a fish belly rust Sad chapter read last page first Black eat white, cassette thrill Whatever come, eat your fill Choke on bones, flowing dream now killed The truth is to some degree we all steal Yeah... Hey now Come 'round Hellbound Going way down |
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from Jerry Cantrell - Degradation Trip Volumes 1 And 2 (2002)
Caine
Caine What was your name? Damn glad to meet ya Never been to your place, but I know it Twitching embrace, show me the spider Try to disappear, back crack in the sofa Caine Caine Caine Slow poison working inside Descending in shadow, cocoon me then bite Caine spider give to me pain Got a caterpillar body and a butterfly brain Caine Caine What day is today? Don't I know you? 19 and bold, bitten in Houston Out to the car, picked up a spider Anesthetize your face, loser beside ya Slow poison working inside Descending in shadow, cocoon me then bite Caine spider give to me pain Got a caterpillar body and a butterfly brain Spun monkeys on the railroad track Take me to the caine field I walk along pick my spiderbite My old man wonders where I'm at I'm still a child, guess I keep trying to pay him back Arrogance stains, threading your silk tomb Steady she drain, spider digest you Slow poison working inside Descending in shadow, cocoon me then bite Caine spider give to me pain Got a caterpillar body and a butterfly brain |
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from Jerry Cantrell - Degradation Trip Volumes 1 And 2 (2002)
Gave it all away, blood or song
And there's nothing left, used to be someone Never really die, live in magazines and on the radio Hasbeen demi-god Pro false idol Pro false idol Pro false idol come pray Burned a ton of dough, no self-pride Used to run now crawl, half-tweaked and fried And you're not the same, like rusted chrome, relive glory days Ignore your empty life Pro false idol Pro false idol Pro false idol come pray Big tipper let the meter run Yellow taxi try to beat the sun New York City see the worshippers Hotel autograph solicitors Infrequent sex, lie down with whores Sleep the day away, freak boy roll on Pro false idol Pro false idol Pro false idol come pray Big tipper let the meter run Yellow taxi try to beat the sun New York City see the worshippers Hotel autograph solicitors |
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from Jerry Cantrell - Degradation Trip Volumes 1 And 2 (2002)
I can't feel my life
Makes me want to cry How bad i feel inside Like I wanna die Can't explain, won't apologize Re-entry blown, while I was gone tilt of axis changed Destination unknown Wreckage in tow Depression grows I have no home Consequences on accepted role Discontented seeds, loveless garden thrown bitter crop to reap Understanding hard-pressed won Through me you feel the void from where the sad sounds come Free return alone in time to see the sun go black |
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from Jerry Cantrell - Degradation Trip Volumes 1 And 2 (2002)
Everything you heard I did and maybe then some ok
Does it make you happy and now is it out of the way? Everything you heard I done and probably then some ok Does it really matter of course I took it all the way What more can I say Locked on--what's the deal? Faded rock star, push and needle You don't know, well that's alright You do your thing, I'll live my life Every word you read is true, baby I won't deny Don't you push me over, I ain't even finished my ride Every word you read is true and maybe that is a lie Strap session closing and I'm a-going out of my mind What more can I say Locked on--what's the deal? Falling rock star, push and needle You don't know, well that's alright You do your thing, I'll live my life Locked on--what's the deal? Faded rock star, push and needle You don't know, well that's alright You do your thing, I'll live my life Every song I wrote I meant what I said at the time Yeah I spent some time looking death right in the eye Every song I wrote I captured a fragment of time Dying a little bit makes you appreciate life Nothing more to say Locked on--what's the deal? Faded rock star, push and needle You don't know, well that's alright You do your thing, I'll live my life Locked on--what's the deal? Falling rock star, push and needle You don't know, well that's alright You do your thing, I'll live my life Locked on Locked on |
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from Jerry Cantrell - Degradation Trip Volumes 1 And 2 (2002)
All dreams have died, along the way
I coughed up the price, I bought a cage I've had a hell of a time since I went away Don't know when I died, or where to lay down Gone, gone away Yeah gone, gone away God knows I've tried, I'm dyed in pain Strong yet simple drive, the freedom to say I've had a hell of a time since I went away Homing on traces of light, that distance fades Yeah I'm gone, gone away Yeah I'm gone, gone away So they say with time, we slowly heal I caught a flash of your smile, through the fog of a dream I'll have a hell of a time, I clearly see I can't be by your side, I'll see you when I sleep Now you're gone...gone away Yeah you're gone...gone away |
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from Jerry Cantrell - Degradation Trip Volumes 1 And 2 (2002)
Day break, wind is blowing strong
No escape, caught on a reef in the storm Castaway, licking his cracked lips sore Patient, waits, hoping the rats reach the shore...yeah...yeah Yesterday, seems a lifetime now Remembering, those he left and how Out in space, laughing at all below Island stage, plays to his thoughts and ego...yeah...yeah Dusk fall, fading sun, no fire light Memories amplify his plight Gathering, searching for shelter above Feel the sting, choking on hoarded love...yeah...yeah Thin, cold, tired...castaway |
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from Jerry Cantrell - Degradation Trip Volumes 1 And 2 (2002)
Should I live so long
To see 'em dropping bombs Hope I have you near Check out what comes after here...what comes after here Generation turned a chemical tribe Don't really care if we live or die Generation turned a chemical tribe Been sold out and it's no surprise Let the black odds roll Why we can't tell Ball inside Roll me over is this hell...is this hell? Generation turned a chemical tribe Don't really care if we live or die Generation turned a chemical tribe Been sold out I can't tell you why No last supper rite Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table Born in ending times Leaning more toward Cain than Abel No last supper rite Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table Born in ending times Possibly more truth than fable Generation turned a chemical tribe Generation turned a chemical tribe Generation turned a chemical tribe Generation turned a chemical tribe Been sold out let me say goodbye No last supper rite Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table Born in ending times Leaning more toward Cain than Abel No last supper rite Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table Born in ending times Possibly more truth than fable No last supper rite Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table Born in ending times Leaning more toward Cain than Abel Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table Could it be more truth than fable? |
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from Jerry Cantrell - Degradation Trip Volumes 1 And 2 (2002)
It takes a mountain of faith
Rivers flowing pain It takes a hammer on a nail A whole lotta love... yeah... It takes a lifetime of working A touch of understanding It takes a wind in the sails Little Children singing... yeah.. It takes a sun buning knowledge An ocean full of feeling It takes a certain kind of hunger A whole lotta love... yeah... |
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from Jerry Cantrell - Degradation Trip Volumes 1 And 2 (2002)
Long fat green, love what you do, so young must be nice
Roll first class, limousine drool, packed house every night Hey rock star, got a cold beer? Sure you don't mind do you? Ain't life sweet. party non-stop, 24/7 - cool So proud would be your mother Anything you want, pick you lover From here looks so fine My god how your star shines... Dying inside Live your dream, walk in those shoes, trade with you any time Worldwide name, freedom much fame, spinning gold song and rhyme So proud would be your mother Anything you want, pick you lover From here looks so fine My god how your star shines... Dying inside My god how your star shines... Dying inside Play, get paid, couple sports cars, sure you done paid your dues Big house own, no boss fun, lucky fuck I wish I was you So proud would be your mother Anything you want, pick you lover From here looks so fine My god how your star shines... Dying inside My god how your star shines... Dying inside |
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from Jerry Cantrell - Degradation Trip Volumes 1 And 2 (2002)
Rolling over keys that dig my side
Try to get my ass out of bed and drive, and drive Feel I'm slipping day by day Past the time I was on my way Happiness and black both known, much learned Long and hard the way a path of twisted turns Disciple sift through lies, few grains of truth behold Explorer specter rise, the dream that brought you low Sentenced served, you're free to be Siddhartha, like him he lived both sides A brand new day, I'm looking for a change to come around. Siddhartha on my mind Beggar pick up your crown Seeking all the things untried Disarray, this thing called life Happiness and black both known, much learned Long and hard the way a path of twisted turns Disciple sift through lies, few grains of truth behold Explorer specter rise, the dream that brought you low Sentenced served, you're free to be Siddhartha, like him he lived both sides Another day, I'm looking for a change to come around Siddhartha on my mind Beggar pick up your crown |
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from Jerry Cantrell - Degradation Trip Volumes 1 And 2 (2002)
Copacetic, calm my frenetic, she's the shit y'all
Highly rated, well-educated, she's an angel She's ambitious, beautiful, delicious, got a restaurant I can take it, truth stripped me naked, yeah I fucked up...yeah She was my girl Used to be my world I miss my girl What a fine girl She put together, says she's doing better since she let go Repeating dreamer, now and then I see her and we have lunch Ever playful, hook the jumper cable, give me fresh spark Sister ringing, old reminder stinging, bridges burned hoss...yeah She was my girl Used to be my world I miss my girl What a fine girl (Repeat 1x) She called me up, I guess she pretty stuck, she needed my help It made me happy, hence the lyric sappy, I still love her...yeah She was my girl Used to be my world I miss my girl What a fine girl (Repeat 1x) Such a fine girl I miss my girl Used to be my world She was my girl |
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