To put it plain, I just don't like you
Not a thing about the way you is
And if there ever come a time I got rabies
You're high on my bitin' listTo put it plain, I just don't like you
Not a thing about the way you is
And if there ever come a time I got rabies
You're high on my bitin' listYeah, you're high on the list
Of people gettin' bit if they gave me a week or two
Before my brain was so inflamed the spirit left my shoes
I'd wanna kiss my wife
I'd wanna hug my baby, but when my goodbyes are through
Foamin' at the mouth, high in the hackles
Motherfucker, I'ma come for youTo put it plain, I just don't like you
Not a thing about the way you is
And if there ever come a time I got rabies
You're high on my bitin' listTo put it plain, I just don't like you
I never really have and I never really did
And if there ever come a time I got rabies
You're high on my bitin' listSeizure fraught, spinal rot
I'd wanna be with the ones I love
But in the light of the moon
With everybody sleepin', I'd draw me a little bit of blood
With time so small, my list ain't many
My list is short and few
And the thing about it is
Everybody on the list is comin' in after youTo put it plain, I just don't like you
Not a thing about the way you is
And if there ever come a time I got rabies
You're high on my bitin' listTo put it plain, I just don't like you
Not a thing about the way you is
And if there ever come a time I got rabies
You're high on my bitin' listYou're high on my bitin' list
You're high on my bitin' list

Ain't nothing left to do but walk the streets so dark
And whisper I love you to a moment there inside your heart
And let the trumpet sound, but listen to the morning dew
And fill yourself with what you found
And be my little sugar blue

..though I spends me time in the ashes and smoke
in this whole wide world there's no 'appier bloke...

Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell
Ask my bluebird to sing to you, from the heart of a wishing well

And the street has got no end
Better keep your heart strong little friend
Thought I heard a resurrection song

you gotta get in to get out...

hollow to hold the music

Always a stranger
We touch at our edges
We pass in the morning
Oil on the water
My love is in flames and I'm always a stranger

...but, I won't let it change me, not if I can
I'd rather believe in love
And give it away as much as I can
to those that I'm fondest of...

Welcome To The Human Race

I’ve been loved and I’ve been hated
I’ve been praised and vilified
I’ve been accused and vindicated
And precious been applied

I’ve been interrogated validated
Left without my pride
Sometimes I have told the truth
Sometimes I have lied

And when I find my self
In a cold and empty space
And then a voice inside says welcome
Welcome to the human race

Welcome to the human race

I’ve been wounded, I’ve been damaged
I’ve been down upon my knees
Praying for forgiveness
From my enemies

Sometimes grand illusions
They start clouding up my eyes
Then I get lost in my illusions
But I get caught down aside
When I found I myself
With teardrops on my face
Then a voice inside, it says welcome
Welcome to the human race

Welcome
Welcome
Welcome to the human race

I’ve been in jail I’ve been in pail
I’ve been high and I’ve been low
Just what I’ve been running from
I guess I never know
I’ve been packaged and presented
For everyone to see
Welcome and resented
But I guess I am always gonna be

Hiding in the shadow
Just cryin’ upon my face
And I hear a voice inside me
That says welcome
To the human race

Welcome to the human race
It says welcome
Welcome to the human race

 ColdMiser wrote:

Insulated, not isolated. 

Tell the moondog
Tell the March hare...

 oldviolin wrote:
If you're walking around with these lyrics stuck in your head someone should take your shoelaces from you. 

Bind your tortoise mouth
With mist and curved teeth
The main joke had been cracked
And whilst the laughter melted
Into smaller worlds like whirlpools
Sucking in the slaughtering sheep
I looked at your face in pearl light
And sleepy the clouds that kiss your mouth
And silver-lidded the moon that laughed and cried
Whilst the crumbs of night that leap into
Shadows as windows close and curtains open
Hissed as smoke might if God could give it tongues
You were not alone in Sanctus sound
As bell shafts spires into liquid dogs
And cats curl and arch into kittens again
From the corner of my eye
I see Black Ships have killed the sky

And you're not alone in Sanctus sound
As bell shafts spires into liquid dogs
And cats curl and arch into kittens again
Yet from the corner of my eye
I see Black Ships kill the sky

 oldviolin wrote:


Am I in ecstasy or next to see that fantasy's to blame...

Old lady with a barrow; life near ending

Standing by the harbour wall; warm wishes sending

children on the cold sea swell —-

not fishers of men —-

gone to chase away the last herring:

come empty home again.

So come all you lovers of the good life

on your supermarket run —-

Set a sail of your own devising

and be there when the Dutchman comes.

It barks at no one else
But me
Like it's seen
A ghost

I guess it's seen the sparks
A-flowin'
No one else
Would know

Two degrees in be-bop, a Phd in swing
He's the master of rhythm, he's a rock and roll king, yeah

Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl