(now, now I know I'm not crazy. the fucking mouse, the mouse is back again. and I got him here, mother fff - he's in the fucking radiator. this prick, and he's lay - he's eating a fucking Dorito. and I can't get him. and he's looking at me, and he'll still eat the Dorito. he's behind the fucking - i'm gonna fucking kill him. this is war. now this is war. now watch what happens.) <i>[Todd Farrington]
took the flower back his wayward love had been mislead the sun is dying apologies she can't accept check the window quick the sun is dying blue and red of day to purple night and absent light to disarray took the flower back his wayward love had been mislead the sun is dying apologies she won't accept check the window quick the sun is dying a candle marks her tears the flame will fade she'll greet the dawn in disarray she steps into the stream the level rising she steps into the stream the level rising took the flower back his wayward love had been misled the level's rising steps into the stream we're so misled she'll watch the pain the level's rising blue and reds of day to purple night and absent light to disarray she steps into the stream the level rising she steps into the stream the level rising she steps into the stream the level rising she steps into the stream the level rising
Oh...Oh... I see the sky Its becoming a very very bright red Almost an aurora... A red aurora And Its like I'm suspended And the light is so bright it hurts my eyes And I see this huge ball Now in the center its... Its A gray colored ball Almost.. oh... I don't know what its made of... But the rock like formation But as its turning now Its begining to change color Becoming a purplish Hazy Orange looking ball And now its beginning to gather great speed And as its going faster across the sky Part of it has broken off now And its going out behind the sun I see the huge ball in the sun Its a ball of fire And this is another ball of fire And a peice now has broken off And its heading off into the sun And there... oh...oh... Its an explosion oh... (ahh) I can't look...oh...oh...
tell me something stupid auction off my diary life is getting esoteric let me in your movie each time i walk out the door someone mixes metaphors life is so much cleaner on the page
it's like the morning when i'm dreaming and everything is so pristine it's just a seven hour movie and i'm in every scene
let me in my t.v. get this tape to tori got to have a subplot when i sell them my life story maybe i should write it first and do the living later 'cause life is so much cleaner on the page
it's like the time i lost my body and then i saw it on t.v. somehow it shed a whole dimension but it still looked like me (hey! that looks like me!)
each time i write lines for it someone improvises it life is so much cleaner on the page life is so much cleaner on the page
fly blackbird fly frozen the sea i see you old cover clouds new snow there they go
silent but wings sun orange small i see you nowhere is home go alone and alone
fly angel fly older than me i feel you coalcovered clouds white snow there you go
heard myself call far from them all i feel you left them behind or ahead and he said
sooner or later you get up off the floor when no one wants to hear it anymore someday soon you're gonna get up off the floor 'cause no one wants to hear that shit
cry blackbird cry over the waves i hear you coalcovered clouds white snow there they go ice on your wings songless he sings i hear you nowhere is home go alone there's a phone
i was half outside and half inside a dream when i thought i heard your voice on my machine sang along had the song almost memorized liked the track so i laid back and let it fossilize
(i've got all of this on video it just gets better every episode)
america i was blind but now i see america right there in front of me
lost my head in my hotel room when the ground shook had to choose between the bible and the phone book
you're never home but that's okay it's so much easier that way 'cause i can't tell it to your face in real time anyway
america i was blind but now i see america right there in front of me
and it makes no sense to me unless i see it on t.v. so just launch that satellite and get it right ...
america i was blind but now i see america right there in front of me
and it makes no sense to me unless i see it on t.v. so just launch that satellite and get it right ..
(sometimes the answer just comes) (sometimes the answer just comes)
last night hit the net woke up in a sweat same scene different dream sudden ending
grabbed a pillow and covered my head kicked the phone off the side of the bed tried to sing but the damn thing kept on ringing
i know i'll go to mexico someplace nothing changes maybe i'll call on the phone maybe i'll write you a letter that's what i meant when i said goodbye
backed the shovelhead out of the shed hit the interstate hard heading left the street below is water flowing undertow
there's a song that i'd rather forget but i don't think i've shaken it yet as soon as i do i'm gonna write us another one
i know i'll go to mexico someplace nothing changes maybe i'll call on the phone maybe i'll write you a letter that's what i meant when i said goodbye ...
i know i'll go to mexico someplace nothing changes maybe i'll call on the phone maybe i'll write you a letter maybe i'll die maybe i'll learn how to fly that's what i meant when i said
on a beach twenty yards from the roadside back again 6 AM far from sleep must be 290 blue on the water it's gray to me 3 CV is all I see
green can only hold you in the garden too much red will go right to your head but if it's all the same to you give me back my blue other colors fade anyway
i'm colorblind three way tragedy pantone memory grayscale eyes maybe i'm paranoid yeah that's my problem you almost have to be when you look like me
stopped in the shade of a road sign when the sun rose like a bomb tried to read the simple writing but the letters came out wrong it's all white lines to me but things are getting clearer i can almost read the writing in the mirror
i'm colorblind three way tragedy pantone memory grayscale eyes maybe i'm paranoid yeah that's my problem you almost have to be when you look like me
green can only hold you in the garden too much red will go right to your head but if it's all the same to you give me back my blue other colors fade anyway
i'm colorblind freeway tragedy pantone memory x-ray eyes where'd all the color go on my radio? you almost have to be a satellite to see.
