Nevernevernet

Nevernevernet - Music
My goal with this page is to keep a copy of every song I like
that has good lyrics. Nothing real practical, just a collection for me.

(Dan Messe)

I am holding half an acre
Torn from the map of Michigan
And folded in this scrap of paper
Is the land I grew in

Think of every town you've lived in
Every room you lay your head
And what is it that you remember
Do you carry every sadness with you
Every hour your heart was broken
Every night the fear and darkness
Lay down with you

A man is walking on the highway
A woman stares out at the sea
And light is only now just breaking

So we carry every sadness with us
Every hour our hearts were broken
Every night the fear and darkness
Lay down with us

But I am holding half an acre
Torn from the map of Michigan
I am carrying this scrap of paper

That can crack the darkest sky wide open
Every burden taken from me
Every night my heart unfolding
My home

A thousand years, a thousand more,
A thousand times a million doors to eternity
I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times
An endless turning stairway climbs
To a tower of souls
If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars,
The towers rise to numberless floors in space
I could shed another million tears, a million breaths,
A million names but only one truth to face

A million roads, a million fears
A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty
I could speak a million lies, a million songs,
A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time
But if there was a single truth, a single light
A single thought, a singular touch of grace
Then following this single point , this single flame,
The single haunted memory of your face

I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head

I may be numberless, I may be innocent
I may know many things, I may be ignorant
Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands
Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands
I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times
Reborn as fortune's child to judge another's crimes
Or wear this pilgrim's cloak, or be a common thief
I've kept this single faith, I have but one belief

I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head
On and on the mysteries unwind themselves
Eternities still unsaid
'Til you love me

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who smile are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart

if you want me to
I will be the one
that is always good
and you'll love me too
but you'll never know
what I feel inside
that I'm really bad
little trouble girl
remember mother?
we were close
very, very close
sha la la you taught me how to fit it good
sha la la flow down life you understood
sha la la curl my hair and eye lash
sha la la hitch my cheeks and do my lips
sha la la swing my hips just like you
sha la la smile and behave
sha la la a circle of perfection, it's what you gave
sha la la then one day I met a guy
he stole my heart, no alibi
sha la la he said: "Romance is a ticket to paradise"
sha la la momma, I'm not too young to try
sha la la we kissed, we hugged, we were close
very, very close
sha la la we danced in the sand
and the water rose - higher and higher
sha la la until I found myself floating - in the sky
I'm sorry mother, I'd rather fight
than have to lie
if you want me to
I will be the one
that is always good
and you'll love me too
but you'll never know
what I feel inside
that I'm really bad
little trouble girl
little trouble girl (what you doin'?)
little trouble girl cross my heart and hope to die,
little trouble girl I can not tell a lie
little trouble girl ah-hu
little trouble girl ah-hu
little trouble girl ah-hu
little trouble girl ah-hu
little trouble girl ah-hu
little trouble girl ah-hu
little trouble girl ah-hu
little trouble girl ah-hu

ten times removed
I forget about where it all began
bastard son of a bastard son of
a wild eyed child of the sun
and right as rain, I'm not the same but
I feel the same, I feel nothing
holding back the fool again
holding back the fool pretends
I forget to forget nothing is important
holding back the fool again
I sensed my loss
before I even learned to talk
and I remember my birthdays
empty party afternoons won't come back
holding back the fool again
holding back the fool pretends
I forget to forget nothing is important
holding back the fool again
I forget to forget me
I forget to forget you see
nothing is important to me
I knew my loss
before I even learned to speak
and all along, I knew it was wrong
but I played along, with my birthday song
holding back the fool again
holding back the fool pretends
I forget to forget nothing is important
holding back the fool again

My commentary: Bright Eyes - Lead singer/songwriter is Conor Oberst... born the same year as me... has "undeniable talent". Read a bio here if you care. A great band regardless of whether you care or not... with great music, and great lyrics.

so I'm just a medicine
you take when you're sick
you get well and that's it
I'm put back
on the shelf in your mirror
and it isn't exeptional
the course of our fate
cuz people love and they hate
and I guess
it's just all turned to hate.
yeah you were just some song I wrote
a poem on a page
a sculpture I made
out of clay -
desire was the flame.
but now you're more of a basketball
boys just pass you around
they bounce you hard on the ground
and dribble
then we all get high 5's.
and you think I'm an asshole now
well you're probably right
but at least I'm not blind to the fact
I've been wishing we're (live/alive/lies?).
but still I hope you get everything
that you care to possess
and unbelievable sex
with him
or any one of my friends.
but just don't ask about my appetite
I didn't lose it tonight
it's been gone half my life
it's just I
I've been eating for you.

There is nothing for which I am responsible.
Just this baggage that I keep carrying on as if
I had someone.

OK, maybe there is a woman somewhere who's still
thinking of me or a girl with coal black hair
who's haunted in her dreams.
But what they've seen, well, it wasn't me.
It was just some lie that they slept beside.
I kept this from them but I can't keep this from you.

So will you look for me in that strange, bright place.
Where the statues bloom in the park.
They don't need no rain.

Because how I ever got to you I have no idea.
It's like some secret door, well it just appeared.
So, no matter what I do from now on with my time.
you will always stay here in my mind. I am
certain of this and I am not certain of anything.

So I want to get myself attached to something bolted down,
So that these winds of circumstance won't keep blowing me around.
To when I land to when I leave there is enough time to sleep and sing.
I keep running when all I want is to lay motionless.

It was in the March of the winter I turned 17
that I bought those things
I thought I would need
and I wrote a letter to my family
said it's not your fault
and you've been good to me
just lately I've been feeling
like I don't belong
like the ground's not mine to walk upon
and I've heard that music
echo through the house
where my grandmother drank
by herself
and I sat watching a flower
as it was withering
I was embarrased by it's honesty
so I'd prefer to be remembered as a smiling face
not this fucking wreck
that's taken it's place

so please forgive what I have done
no you can't stay mad at the setting sun
we all get tired I mean eventually
there's nothing left to do but sleep

but spring came bearing sunlight
those persuasive rays
so I gave myself a few more days
my salvation it came, quite suddenly
when Justin spoke very plainly
he said "Of course it's your decision,
but just so you know,
if you decide to leave,
soon I will follow"

I wrote this for a baby
who has yet to be born
my brother's first child
I hope that womb's not too warm
cause it's cold out here
and it'll be quite a shock
to breathe this air
to discover loss
so I'd like to make some changes
before you arive
so when your new eyes meet mine
they won't see no lies
just love.
just love.

yeah you still kiss me, but its just on the cheek.
yeah you still kiss me, but its just on the cheek.
yeah you still kiss me sometimes, but its just on the cheek.
you pull away, so easily.

and I still call you, but I get your machine.
and I still call you, but I get your machine.
And if I'm lucky I guess its your roomate answering.
but your at the bar, or at gene's (?)
And we go to dinner, but you won't hold my hand.

we sit at the same table, but we don't play with our feet.
Yeah we still go to dinner sometimes, but we don't sneek a kiss,
when the waitress turnes around.

And we still watch movies movies, but we don't share the couch.
And we still rent movies movies, but we don't share the couch.
Yeah we still watch movies movies sometimes, but you don't lay in my lap,
the plot is slow, take a nap.

You even stay over, but we stay in our clothes.
Yeah, you'll even stay over, but now we stay in our clothes.
Yeah, you even sleep over sometimes, but we stay in our clothes,
I'm only there so you're not alone.

And you say that I hurt you, in a voice like a prayer.
Yeah you say that I hurt youu, and your voice is like a prayer.
Yeah well maybe I hurt you sometimes, lets contrast and compare.
Lift up your shirt, the wound isn't there.

I guess that your truth, is just the ghost of your lies.
I guess your kind of truth, is just the ghost of your lies.
Your kind of truth darling, is just the ghost of your lies,
I see through them all the time.
So I'm pouring some whiskey, I'm going to get drunk.
Yeah, I'm pouring myself some whiskey, I'm going to get real fucking drunk.
I'm pouring some whiskey right now, I'm going to get so so drunk,
pass out, forget your face, by the time I wake up.

You turn on a spindle. You are so much looser now but you’re not explaining how you gained
such new repose. I touch the clasp of your locket, with its picture held, some secret you wouldn’t
tell but let it choke your neck. So we imagine a darkness where all shapes divide, solids
changing into light, with a burst of heat so bright. Well fine, don’t you do what I want you to.
Don’t degrade yourself the way I do because you don’t depend on all the shit that I use to make
my moods improve. Near a sea of pianos, there were waves of chords that crashed against the
shore in one huge and pointless roar. And there were girls bringing water, like a dream they
came to cure the fever of my brain, and soothe my burning throat. And they made me a
necklace, hanging beads of sweat on a string of my regrets, and placed it round my neck and
they were singing, Don’t you do what you’ve wanted to. Yeah, don’t destroy yourself like those
cowards do and maybe the sun keeps coming up because it has gotten used to you and your
constant need for proof.

Here is a scale. Weigh it out and you will find, easily, more than sufficient doubt that these colors
you see were picked in advance by some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty. They
are smeared and these blurs come in random order to color the eyes of your former lovers. Hers
were green like July except when she cried they were red. Now I know a disease that these
Doctors can’t treat. You contract it the day you accept all you see is a mirror and a mirror is all it
can be. A reflection of something we’re missing. And language just happened, it was never
planned, and it’s inadequate to describe where I am in the room of my house where the light has
never been waiting for this day to end. And these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignore
everything that we hate or adore. Once the page of a calendar is turned it’s no more. So tell me
then, what was it for? Oh tell me, what was it for?

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? And does he sing to
you incessantly from the place between your bed and wall? Does he walk around all day at
school with his feet inside your shoes? Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with
you. Does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched and does he cry
through broken sentences like I love you far too much? Does he lay awake listening to your
breath? Worried that you smoke too many cigarettes. Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor?
For every speck of tile there are a thousand more that you won’t ever see but most hold inside
yourself eternally. I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death. In every
city, memories would whisper, Here is where you rest. I was determined in Chicago but I dug
my teeth into my knees and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine. You are my
sunshine, my only sunshine I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her. She
had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours. In a story told she was a little
girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was
concealed. And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands. And it stretched for centuries to a
diary entry’s end where I wrote, You make me happy when the skies are gray You make me
happy the skies are gray and gray and gray. Well the clock’s heart it hangs inside its open
chest with its hands stretched towards the calendar hanging itself but I will not weep for those
dying days. For all the ones who have left there are a few that stayed. And they found me here
and pulled me from the grass where I was laid.

Now and then it seems worse than it is, but mostly the view is accurate. You see your breath in
the air while you climb up the stairs to that coffin you call your apartment. And you sink in your
chair, brush the snow from your hair and drink the cold away. You are not really sure what you
are doing this for but you need something to fill up the days. A few more hours. There is a
dream in my brain that just won’t go away. It has been stuck there since it came a few nights
ago I’m standing on a bridge in the town where I lived as a kid with my mom and my brothers.
And then the bridge disappears and I’m standing on air with nothing holding me. And I hang like
a star, fucking glow in the dark, for all those staring eyes to see, like the ones we’ve wished on.
But now I’m confused. Is this death really you? Do these dreams have any meaning? No. No, I
think it is more like a ghost that has been following us both. Something vague that we are not
seeing, something more like a feeling.

You follow the footsteps echoes leading down a hall to a room. There is music playing tiny
bells with moving parts. Here the shadows make things ugly, an effect quite undesirable. The
bold and yellow daylight grows like ivy across the wall and bounces off of the painted porcelain,
tiny dancing doll. Her body spins, as she pirouettes again, the world suddenly seems small. On
an off white, subtle morning you stretch your legs in the front seat. The road has made a vacuum
where our voices used to be. And you lay your head onto my shoulder, pour like water over me.
So if I just exist for the next ten minutes of this drive that would be fine. And all the trees that line
this curb would be rejoicing and alive. Soon all the joy that pours from everything makes
fountains of your eyes because you finally understand the movement of a hand waving you good-
bye.

Tomorrow when I wake up I’m finding my brother and making him take me back down to the
water. That lake where we sailed and laughed with our father. I will not desert him. I will not
desert him. No matter how I may wish for a coffin so clean or these trees to undress all their
leaves onto me. I put my face in the dirt and then finally I see the sky that has been avoiding me.
I started this letter I’m going to send it to Ruba. It will be blessed by her eyes on the gulf coast of
Florida. With her feet in the sand and one hand on her swimsuit, she will recite the prayer of my
pen. Saying, ..time take us forward. Relief from this longing, they can land that plane on my
heart I don’t care just give me November, the warmth of a whisper in the freezing darkness of
my room. But no matter what I would do in an attempt to replace. All the pills that I take trying to
balance my brain. I have seen the curious girl with that look on her face. So surprised she stares
out form her display case.

The phone slips from a loose grip. Words were missed then some apology like I didn’t want to
tell you this it’s just some guys she has been hanging out with oh I don’t know the past couple
of weeks I guess. Thank you and hang up the phone. Let the funeral start. Hear the casket
close. Let’s pin split-black ribbon onto your overcoat. Still laughter pours from under doors in this
house. I don’t understand that sound no more. It seems artificial like a T.V. set. Haligh, Haligh,
Haligh, Haligh this weight it must be satisfied. You offer only one reply. You know not what you
do. But you tear and tear your hair from roots. From that same head you have twice removed a
lock of hair you said would prove our love would never die. Well ha ha ha. But I remember
everything the words we spoke on freezing South street. And all those morning watching you
get ready for school. You combed your hair inside that mirror. The one you painted blue and
glued with jewelry tears. Something about those bright colors always made you feel better. So
now we speak with ruined tongues and the words we say aren’t’ meant for anyone. It’s just a
mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance, but there was once you said you hated my
suffering and you understood and you’d take care of me. You would always be there, well where
are you now? Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, the plans were never finalized but left to hang like
yarn and twice dangling before my eyes. As you tear and tear your hair from roots, from that
same head that you have twice removed a lock of hair you said would prove that our love would
never die. As I sing and sing of awful things, the pleasure that my sadness brings as my fingers
press onto the strings you get another clumsy chord. Haligh, Haligh, an awful lie. This weight will
now be satisfied. I will give you only one reply, I know not who I am but I talk in the mirror to the
stranger that appears. Our conversations are circles and always one sided, nothing is clear.
Except we keep coming back to this meaning that I lack. He says the choices were given and
now I must live them or just not live, but do you want that?

At the center of the world there is a statue of a girl. She is standing near a well with a bucket
bare and dry. I went and looked her in the eyes and she turned me into sand. This clumsy form
that I despise scattered easy in her hand. And it came to rest upon a beach, with a million others
there. We sat and waited for the sea to stretch out so that we could disappear into the
endlessness of blue, into the horror of the truth. We are far less than we knew. Yes, we are far
less than we knew but we knew what we could taste. Girls found honey to drench our hands.
Men cut marble to mark our graves. Saying that we will need something to remind us of all the
sweetness that has passed through us (fresh sangria and lemon tea). The priests dressed
children for a choir (white-robed small voices praise Him) but found no joy in what was sung. The
funeral had begun in the middle of the day when you drive home to your place from that job that
makes you sleep back to the thoughts that keep you awake long after night has come to claim
any light that still remains in the corner of the frame that you put around her face. Two pills just
weren’t’ enough. The alarm clock is going off but you are not waking up. This isn’t happening. It
is.

Sunrise, sunset. Sunrise, sunset. Swiftly go the days. Sunrise, sunset. You wake up, then you
undress. It always is the same. A sunrise and a sunset. You are lying while you confess, keep
trying to explain. The sunrise and the sun sets you realize and then you forget what you have
been trying to retain. But everybody knows that it is all about the things that get stuck inside of
your head, like the songs your roommate sings or a vision of her body as she stretches out on
your bed. She raised her hands in the air and asked you, When was the last time you looked in
the mirror? Because you have changed. Yeah, you have changed. Sunrise, sunset. You are
hopeful and then you regret. The circle never breaks. With each sunrise and sunset there is a
change of heart or address. Is there nothing that remains? For a sunrise or a sunset. You are
manic or you’re depressed. Will you ever feel ok? It’s a sunrise and sunset, your lover is an
actress. Did you really think she would stay? For a sunrise and sunset. You are either coming
or you just left but you are always on the way. Towards a sunrise or a sunset, a scribble or a
sonnet. They are really just the same. To the sunrise and the sunset. The master and his
servant have exactly the same fate. It’s a sunrise and a sunset. From a cradle to a casket.
There ain’t no way to escape. The sunrise and the sunset. Hold your sadness like a puppet, just
keep putting on the play. But everything you do is leading to the point where you just won’t know
what to do. And at that moment you may laugh but there is someone there who will be laughing
louder than you. So it’s true, the trick is complete. Now you have become everything you said
that you never would be. You’re a fool! You’re a fool! Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset. The
sunrise and the sunset. Sunrise, sunset. Go home to your apartment and put the cassette in the
tape deck and let that fever play. Sunrise, sunset. Where are you Arienette? Where are you
Arienette?

Did you expect it all to stop at the wave of your hand? Like the sun is just going to drop if it’s
night you demand. Well, in the dark we are just air so the house might dissolve. But once we are
gone, who is gonna care if we were ever here at all? Well, summer is going to come and it’s
gonna cloud our eyes again. There is not need to focus when there is nothing that it worth
seeing. So we trade liquor for blood in an attempt to tip the scales. I think you lost what you
loved in that mess of details. They seemed so important at the time but now you can’t even recall
any of the names, faces, or lines. It is more the feeling of it all. Well, winter is going to end and
I’m going to clean these veins again. So close to dying that I finally can start living.

sitting around, no work today
try pacing to keep awake
laying around, no school today
just drink until the clock has circled all the way
it is late afternoon
as you walk through the rooms
of a house that is quiet
except for unanswered telephones
you stand near the sink
while you're mixing a drink
you think you don't want to pass out
where your roommates will find you again
stumble around the neighborhood with nothing to do
you're always looking for something
to sniff, smoke, or swallow
calling over next door to see what they got
but you would settle for anything
that would make your brain slow down or stop
break this circle of thoughts you chase
before they catch back up with you
and your parents noticied your thinning face,
all the weight you lost
all the weight you are losing
you said, "I'm done feeling like a skeleton
no more sleep walking dead"
you're going to wake from this coma
you're going to crawl from this bed you have made
and stop counting on that camera
that hangs round your neck
because it won't ever remember
what you choose to forget
as you try to find some source of light
try to name one thing you like
you used to have such a longer list
and light you never had to look for it
but now it's so easy to second guess everything you do
until all you want is to finish this half empty glass
before the ice melts away
this feeling used to pass
but seems like it's every day and every night now

lately I've been wishing I had one desire
something that would make me never want another
something that would make it so that nothing matters
all would be clear then
but I guess I'll have to settle for a for a few brief moments
and watch all dissolve into a single second
and try to write it down into a perfect sonnet
or one foolish line
because that's all that you'll get so you'll have to accept
you are here and then you're gone
but I believe that lovers should be tied together and
thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather
and left there to drown
left there to drown
in their innocence
but as for me I'm coming to the final chapter
I read all of the pages and there is still no answer
only all that was before I know must soon come after
that is the only way it can be
so I stand in the sun
and I breathe with my lungs
trying to spare myself the weight of the truth
saying everything you have ever seen was just a mirror
and you've spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever
and now you are laying ina bathtum full of freezing water
wishing you were a ghost
but once you knew a girl and you named her lover
and danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer
but autumn came, she disappeared
you don't remember where she said she was going to
but you know that she is gone because she left you a song
that you don't want to sing
we're singing I believe that lovers should be chained together
and thrown into a fire with their songs and letters
and left there to burn in their arrogance
but as for me I'm coming to my final failure
I've killed myself with changes trying to make it better
but I still ended up becoming something other than what I had planned to be
now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers
and layed entwined together on a bed of clover
and left there to sleep
left there to dream of their happiness

if could change your days
arranging them in some sweet new sequence
like any new arrangement is going to make a difference
because it is the moment that you are living in
and not the one that follows that makes the mess you are cleaning in your head
and time still drags you forward
although you keep resisting
because you know it is what you leave behind
you will soon start missing and the people you once counted on
says its all depending on how you act and how you treat yourself
and that is not very well
so baby when I call for you
I want you to come and explain yourself to everyone
you nod in an acknowledgement of your frequent mood swings
but what good is an acknowledgement
it still don't change things
we've tried all forms of encouragement
and it's still no better
you can't seem to fake or force a smile
not even a little one
so baby, when I call to you I want you to come
and lay it out for everyone
exactly how it was before any of this happened
and why you can't leave it behind
don't just sit there when I call to you
I told you to come and lay it out for
don't feel awkward
lay it out for everyone

in the morning
when you throw up water
and your skin turns a pale pale yellow
well everyday you lose more color
do you think that someone paints your mirror?
so you think that things sound different
at the time when you speak
well there are visions much clearer than these blurs that you see
and like neely o'hara you swallow your sleep
and wake up in the morning
to find you are not who you used to be
you don't recognize the behavior
or the spelling of your name and the shape that is in the mirror
well you'd swear it is not the same
and like neely o'hara
you swallow your sleep and you really can't remember
but you know you are not
think you are not
no you are not who you used to be

I dreamt of a fever,
one that would cure me of this cold, winter set heart.
with heat to melt these frozen tears and burned with reasons
as to carry on.
into these twisted months I plunge without a light to follow
but I swear that I would follow anything
if it would just get me out of here.
and so you get six months to adapt
and then you get two more to leave town.
in the event that we do adapt we still might not want you around.
and I fell for the promise of a life with a purpose
but I know that that is impossible now.
and so I drink to stay warm
and to kill selected memories
because I just can’t think anymore about that or about her tonight
I give myself three days to feel better
or I swear I am driving off a fucking cliff
because if I can’t make myself feel better
then how can I expect anyone else to give a shit
and I scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhere
just get me past this dead and eternal snow
because I swear that I am dying, slowly but its happening
so if there is a perfect spring that’s waiting somewhere
just take me there and lie to me and say it’s going to be alright
its going to be alright, yeah you worry too much kid,
its going to be alright.

I had a brother once
he drowned in a bathtub before he had ever learned how to talk
and I don’t know what his name was but my mother does
I heard her say it once, padriac my prince I have all but died from the
sheer weight of my shame. you cried but no one came and the water filled your
tiny lungs. appear, my dear, and sing to me. it was six years ago today that
we laid you in your grave, your sweet young skin was shining then too.
and so tonight to celebrate I will poison myself.
another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom that is spinning.
so I close the door and rest my head on the tile floor,
sickness and sleep turning me cold.
I am still not sure, is there some better place I should be heading towards?
where the selfishly sick and self absorbed are welcome.
I saw the future once.
I was drunk in a phone booth.
my eyes were wet and red but I could not tell what was said
and through the screams of the traffic voiced carried saying
I am sorry
on a day so gray its black inside
watching churches on tv
in a coma you don’t dream you just hope that someone sits with you
babies turn blue when they are ignored like the sky on summer days
before you turn and walk away it has changed you
so tonight to compensate I will poison myself
another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom that is spinning.

contrast and compare between the busy ones
and the ones that don’t care
until there is no one that you really know
so I drift through these days of appointments and promises made
they will all end up broken and quickly replaced.
weeks are slow, days drag on;
even practice and parties seem long
but I found myself going
I guess there’s nothing to do
oh well
group of kids, line of cars,
more will show up after the bars close
there’s this boredom that drowns everything.
bottles break, music plays, conversations competing for space
I look for a corner or a quieter room
there’s no heat in this house
I can’t breath with these words in my mouth
but i’m not going to say them
yeah, i’ve made that mistake before
on the stairs, she grabs my arm, says whats up, where you been, is something
wrong?
I try to just smile, and say everything’s fine.

touch, lying on the floor
wishing this could last
but knowing that it can’t
and soon you will leave
and I will be on the floor,
watching the tv, trying hard to find a reason to move
i’m frozen in one place, staring at the screen
listening to the rain falling on the street
some days go on too long
and no one can hang out tonight
here, where the carpet is cool and soft,
underneath the clock I feel my weary heart is put to rest
you gather around your friends
the connection that you feel when the night has not yet died
you are new with a promise of a love
you will probably never find
and touch that you can really feel
the brokenness inside as hope and less collide
now nothing is real
(you are new and near now to someone you used to love
when you were young; when all was gold and you two touched
and felt the flutter underneath your skin. you stood in glowing rooms, the
light dripping from both of you. and nothing since has felt as radiant or
real.)
and there is nothing more I want than just one night
that’s free of doubt and sadness
one night that I can really feel.

I spent a week drinking the sunlight of winnetka, california
where they understand the weight of human hearts
you see sorrow gets too heavy and joy it tends to hold you
with the fear that it eventually departs.
and the truth is i’ve been dreaming of some tired tranquil place
where the weather won’t get trapped inside my bones
and if all the years of searching find one sympathetic face
then its there I will plant these seeds and make my home
I spent a day dreaming of dying in mesa, arizona
where all the green of life had turned to ash
and I felt I was on fire, with the things I could have told you
I guess I just assumed that you eventually would ask
and I wouldn’t have to bring up my so badly broken heart
and all those months I just wanted to sleep
and though spring, it did come slowly, I guess it did its part
my heart has thawed and continues to beat
I visited my brother on the outskirts of olympia
where the forest and the water become one
and we talked about our childhood, like a dream we were convinced of, that
perfect peaceful street where we came from
and I know he heard me strumming all those sad and simple chords
as I sat inside my room so long ago
and it hurts that he’s still shaking from those secrets that were told by a
car closed up airtight and a heart turned cold
and I went to san diego
the birthplace of the summer
and watched the ocean dance under the moon
and there was a girl I knew there, one more potential lover
I guess that something’s got to happen soon
because I know I can’t keep living in this dead or dying dream
and as I watched along the beach and drank with her
I thought about my true love, the one I really need
with eyes that burn so bright, they make me pure
they make me pure
they make me pure
I long to be with you

i had a beautiful, beautiful time
the drives and the talks were amazing
the kind of friend i though i'd never find
i had a beautiful, beautiful time
you have a beautiful, beautiful smile
the way it cuts and collapses on your lips
and when you touch me i shake like a child
it's late i'm afraid you might leave
because sometimes it seems like you still don't believe me
and there's nothing i can do to concentrate
it's so distracting always thinking of you
so i expose and explain and i meant everything that i said
it's moments like this that repeat and replay in my head
when i'm laying in bed
it's a beautiful, beautiful time
as you laugh and roll onto your stomach
the carpet embraces your design
my heart pounds as i lay by your side
because sometimes i find that i am unable to hide all these
feelings that flow
in this basement and in this dim light
you look so beautiful
i'm unsure and unclear with the words that i say
i'm happy when you are near and i wish that forever could stay
just like today
you have beautiful, beautiful eyes
so bright and alive and enchanting
i want to be with you all of the time
it's hopeless but i have to try anyway

how many lights do you see?
how many lights do you see?
there's one to say that night has come
and there's one that guards this jagged shore
and there's one to call the children home
and there's one to light the path they take
how many lights do you see?
how many lights do you see?
there's one to keep the shadows off
and there's one that tells me she got home
and there's one to read his novel by
and there's one that warms this dreary room
and there's one to watch the baby sleep
and there's one to count the blinking stars
and there's one that i just can't forget
and there's one that i remember too
how many lights do you see?
how many lights do you see?
there's one that waits for closing time
and there's one that gets left on all night
and there's one that marks the western sky
and it shines down on the quiet street
and there's one that floods the darker parts
and there's one that hurts my tired eyes
and there's one that says she's not asleep
and there's one that waits for her to wake
how many lights do you see?
how many lights do you see?
there is one that spills out on the beach
and it sparkles on the jetting rocks
and there is one that waits for tired ships
that sleep within this tired port

all eyes on the calendar
another year i claim of total indifference
to here the days pile up
with decisions to be made
i'm sure all of them were wrong
into this song, i send myself
and with these drinks i plan to collapse and forget
this wasted year
these wasted years
devoted friends, they disappear
i'm sorry about the phone call and needing you
some decisions you don't make
i guess it's like breathing and not wanting to
there are some things that you can't fake
i guess that it is typical
to cling to memories you'll never get back again
and to sort through old photographs of a summer long ago
or a friend that you used to know
and there, below his frozen face
you wrote the name and that ancient date
and you can't believe he is really gone
when all that's left is a fucking song
i'm sorry about the phone call and waking you
i know that its late
but thank you for talking because i needed to
some things just can't wait

When I heard the knock on the door
I couldn't catch my breath
Is it too late to call this off

We could slip away, wouldn't that be better
Me with nothing to say, and you in your autumn sweater

I tried my best to hide
In a crowded room, it's nearly possible
I wait for you, oh, most patiently

So I looked for your eyes
And the waves looked like they'd pour right out of them
I'll try hard, I'll try always
But it's a waste of time
It's a waste of time if I can't smile easily
Like in the beginning
In the beginning...

Not much Friday night, pinball, Lower East Side
Walked halfway past and into the bar
I used to think about you all the time
I would think about you all the time
Now it just feels weird, that there you are
The damage is done

Feeling like a kid again, my eyes are glued to the floor
I hope I mumbled goodbye as you walked out the door
The damage is done

Scold me, that's all you've got to say
Coldly hurt me and turn away
You say I'm not sorry that
I'm resolved to what is next
I head for the shadows

Hold me, taking it back in tears
You've told me, slowly confessed your fears
But I've got myself to protect
It's too soon for me to forget
I wait in the shadows

In the shadows, where I end up loved
They help me see that I've finally won
We wait in your heart

So until I truly believe
That your words convey what you mean
I wait in the shadows
I wait in the shadows
I don't mind the shadows

You tell me summer's here,
And the time is wrong.
You tell me winter's here and your days...
Are getting long.

Tears are in your eyes... tonight.

You tell me that you haven't,
Slept in days.
You tell me sleeping only makes you tired...
Anyway.

Tears are in your eyes... tonight.
Tears are in your eyes... every night.

Althought you don't believe me you're strong.
Darkness always turns into the Dawn.
And you won't even remember this for long...
When it ends allright.

Please tell me how... you know tomorrow... staring at your shoes.

Tears are in your eyes... every night.
Tears are in your eyes... every night.
Tears are in your eyes... tonight.

I may have been gazing out too late at night
I see a deeper window into my eyes
Every day they screech outside my window,
The crashing cars never seem to collide

Sometimes when I'm staring out my window
To catch the stars, I watch as they go by
I've been getting messages from outer space
They expire light in the window in the sky
There goes my mind

If we dare walk onto my window
I could hear them if I open my eyes

Sometimes flashing lights seem soulful in the window
You may have seen them circle me at night
I keep sending signals into outer space
They expire by your window in the sky
There goes my mind

Every day when restlessness takes over me
I can't see it as I'm closing my eyes
I keep sending signals into outer space
They expire light in the window in the sky

Sometimes when I'm staring out my window
To catch the stars, I watch as they go by
I've been getting messages from outer space
They expire light in the window in the sky

By your window in the sky
"The Lie and How We Told It"

Talking words, angry words
Hang in the air, we don't dare
Sky went gray, wake in white
Hangs in the air, we don't dare

And there's a thousand reasons
I don't need them to help the fired flare
And even as we near it, I can't hear it
Files in the air
We don't dare

I see you crawling across the floor
Never see you standing anymore
You take whatever's put in your hand
You ask for more until you can't

Decora

It's not the first time you'll take a fall
Act like you've never sleen double before
We tie deep into the past
Take this chance with me cause it's your last
"Pablo and Andrea"

Show me where you keep all your secrets upstairs
Night after night you sleep while they're setting off flares

Someone came and took all the roses away
Now you'll sit showing me tears if you want me to stay
Cause down the street all the meters have run out of time, run out of time

I waited for you as the trees swayed out of time
In a crowded room I pick up your lonely stare
I'll cover for you like a slipcover covers a chair
But someone came and took all the roses away
It was only 5 minutes but it felt like it stretched into a day
Someone came and took all the roses away

In the next world war
In a jackknifed juggernaut
I am born again

In the neon sign
Scrolling up and down
I am born again

In an interstellar burst
I am back to save the universe

In a deep deep sleep of the innocent
I am born again

In a fast german car
I'm amazed that I survived
An airbag saved my life

In an interstellar burst
I am back to save the universe

In an interstellar burst
I am back to save the universe

Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest
From all the unborn chicken voices in my head
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)

When I am king, you will be first against the wall
With your opinion which is of no consequence at all
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but no android)
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but no android)

Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
Kicking and squealing gucci little piggy
You don't remember
You don't remember
Why don't you remember my name?
Off with his head, man
Off with his head, man
Why don't you remember my name?
I guess he does....

Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me

That's it, sir
You're leaving
The crackle of pigskin
The dust and the screaming
The yuppies networking
The panic, the vomit
The panic, the vomit
God loves his children, God loves his children, yeah!

The breath of the morning
I keep forgetting
The smell of the warm summer air

I live in a town
Where you can't smell a thing
You watch your feet
For cracks in the pavement

Up above
Aliens hover
Making home movies
For the folks back home

Of all these weird creatures
Who lock up their spirits
Drill holes in themselves
And live for their secrets

They're all uptight
Uptight.. (x7)

I wish that they'd swoop down in a country lane
Late at night when I'm driving
Take me on board their beautiful ship
Show me the world as I'd love to see it

I'd tell all my friends
But they'd never believe
They'd think that I'd finally lost it completely

I'd show them the stars
And the meaning of life
They'd shut me away
But I'd be all right
All right..

I'm just uptight
Uptight.. (x7)

Wake.. from your sleep
The drying of your tears
Today we escape, we escape

Pack.. and get dressed
Before your father hears us
Before all hell breaks loose

Breathe, keep breathing
Don't lose your nerve
Breathe, keep breathing
I can't do this alone

Sing.. us a song
A song to keep us warm
There's such a chill, such a chill

You can laugh
A spineless laugh
We hope your rules and wisdom choke you
Now we are one in everlasting peace

We hope that you choke, that you choke
We hope that you choke, that you choke
We hope that you choke, that you choke

Transport, motorways and tramlines
Starting and then stopping
Taking off and landing
The emptiest of feelings
Disappointed people clinging on to bottles
And when it comes it's so so disappointing

Let down and hanging around
Crushed like a bug in the ground
Let down and hanging around

Shell smashed, juices flowing
Wings twitch, legs are going
Don't get sentimental
It always ends up drivel

One day I'm going to grow wings
A chemical reaction
Hysterical and useless
Hysterical and ...

Let down and hanging around
Crushed like a bug in the ground
Let down and hanging around

Let down again
Let down again
Let down again

You know, you know where you are with
You know where you are with
Floor collapsing
Floating, bouncing back
And one day....
I am going to grow wings
A chemical reaction
Hysterical and useless
Hysterical and...

Let down and hanging around
Crushed like a bug in the ground
Let down and hanging around

Karma police, arrest this man
He talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge
He's like a detuned radio

Karma police, arrest this girl
Her Hitler hairdo is
Making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party

This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get when you mess with us

Karma Police
I've given all I can
It's not enough
I've given all I can
But we're still on the payroll

This is what you get
This is what you get
This is what you get when you mess with us

And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

For for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
For for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

In the early version, the first verse went:
Karma police arrest this girl
She stares at me
As if she owns the world and
We have crashed her party

more productive
comfortable
not drinking too much
regular exercise at the gym (3 days a week)
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries
at ease
eating well (no more microwave dinners and saturated fats)
a patient better driver
a safer car (baby smiling in back seat)
sleeping well (no bad dreams)
no paranoia
careful to all animals (never washing spiders down the plughole)
keep in contact with old friends (enjoy a drink now and then)
will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in wall)
favours for favours
fond but not in love
charity standing orders
on sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants)
car wash (also on sundays)
no longer afraid of the dark
or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate
nothing so childish
at a better pace
slower and more calculated
no chance of escape
now self-employed
concerned (but powerless)
an empowered and informed member of society (pragmatism not idealism)
will not cry in public
less chance of illness
tires that grip in the wet (shot of baby strapped in back seat)
a good memory
still cries at a good film
still kisses with saliva
no longer empty and frantic
like a cat
tied to a stick
that's driven into
frozen winter shit (the ability to laugh at weakness)
calm
fitter, healthier and more productive
a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics

I will stop
I will stop at nothing
Say the right things
When electioneering
I trust I can rely on your vote

When I go forwards you go backwards and somewhere we will meet

Riot shields
Voodoo economics
It's just business
Cattle prods and the IMF
I trust I can rely on your vote

When I go forwards you go backwards and somewhere we will meet

I am the key to the lock in your house
That keeps your toys in the basement
And if you get too far inside
You'll only see my reflection

It's always best when the light is off
I am the pick in the ice
Do not cry out or hit the alarm
You know we're friends till we die

And either way you turn
I'll be there
Open up your skull
I'll be there
Climbing up the walls

It's always best when the light is off
It's always better on the outside
Fifteen blows to the back of your head
Fifteen blows to your mind

So lock the kids up safe tonight
Put the eyes in the cupboard
I've got the smell of a local man
Who's got the loneliest feeling

That either way he turns
I'll be there
Open up your skull
I'll be there

Climbing up the walls
Climbing up the walls
Climbing up the walls

A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal

You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent

This is my final fit, my final bellyache with

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises please

Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden

No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises please (let me out of here)

I'm on a roll, I'm on a roll
This time, I feel my luck could change
Kill me Sarah, kill me again with love
It's gonna be a glorious day

Pull me out of the aircrash
Pull me out of the lake
I'm your superhero
We are standing on the edge

The Head of State has called for me by name
But I don't have time for him
It's gonna be a glorious day
I feel my luck could change

Pull me out of the aircrash
Pull me out of the lake
I'm your superhero
We are standing on the edge

It barks at no one else but me
Like it's seen a ghost
I guess it seen the sparks a-flowing
No one else would know

Hey man slow down, slow down
Idiot, slow down, slow down

Sometimes I get overcharged
That's when you see sparks
You ask me where the hell I'm going
At a thousand feet per second

Hey man slow down, slow down
Idiot slow down, slow down

Hey man slow down, slow down
Idiot slow down, slow down

You can force it but it will not come
You can taste it but it will not form
You can crush it but it's always here
You can crush it but it's always near
Chasing you home saying
Everything is broken
Everyone is broken

You can force it but it will stay stung
You can crush it as dry as a bone
You can walk it home straight from school
You can kiss it, you can break all the rules
But still...
Everything is broken
Everyone is broken

Everyone is, everyone is broken
Everyone is, everything is broken

Why can't you forget?
Why can't you forget?
Why can't you forget?

Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now, when I need you
Alone on an aeroplane
Fall asleep on against the window pane
My blood will thicken

I need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain
'Cause I'd be scared that there's nothing underneath
But who are my real friends?
Have they all got the bends?
Am I really sinking this low?

My baby's got the bends, oh no
We don't have any real friends, no, no, no

Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen

Where do we go from here?
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you?
They brought in the CIA, the tanks and the whole marines
To blow me away, to blow me sky high

My baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends

Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen

I wanna live, breathe
I wanna be part of the human race
I wanna live, breathe
I wanna be part of the human race, race, race, race

Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now when I need you?

Two jumps in a week
I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy?
Flying on your motorcycle,
Watching all the ground beneath you drop
You'd kill yourself for recognition,
Kill yourself to never ever stop
You broke another mirror,
You're turning into something you are not

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

Drying up in conversation,
You will be the one who cannot talk
All your insides fall to pieces,
You just sit there wishing you could still make love
They're the ones who'll hate you
When you think you've got the world all sussed out
They're the ones who'll spit at you,
You will be the one screaming out

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry

It's the best thing that you ever had,
The best thing that you ever, ever had
It's the best thing that you ever had,
The best thing you ever had has gone away

Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself

It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out

She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins

It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run

It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out

If I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted all the time

I don't want to be crippled cracked
Shoulders, wrists, knees and back
Ground to dust and ash
Crawling on all fours

When you've got to feel it in your bones
When you've got to feel it in your bones

Now I can't climb the stairs
Pieces missing everywhere
Prozak painkillers

When you've got to feel it in your bones
When you've got to feel it in your bones
And I used to fly like peter pan
All the children flew when I touched their hands

When you've got to feel it in your bones
When you've got to feel it in your bones

They love me like I was a brother
They protect me, listen to me
They dug me my very own garden
Gave me sunshine, made me happy

Nice dream, nice dream, nice dream

I call up my friend, the good angel
But she's out with her ansaphone
She says she would love to come help but
The sea would electrocute us all

Nice dream (x7)

If you think that you're strong enough
If you think you belong enough
If you think that you're strong enough
If you think you belong enough

Nice dream (x4)

Can't get the stink off
He's been hanging round for days
Comes like a comet
Suckered you but not your friends
One day he'll get to you
And teach you how to be a holy cow

You do it to yourself, you do
And that's what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself
Just you and no one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself

Don't get my sympathy
Hanging out the 15th floor
You've changed the locks three times
He still comes reeling through the door
One day I'll get you
And teach you how to get to purest hell

You do it to yourself, you do
And that's what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself
Just you, you and no one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself

You do it to yourself, you do
And that's what really hurts
Is that you do it to yourself
Just you, you and no one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself.. yourself.. yourself..

Faith, you're driving me away
You do it everyday
You don't mean it
But it hurts like hell

My brain says I'm receiving pain
A lack of oxygen
From my life support
My iron lung

We're too young to fall asleep
To cynical to speak
We are losing it
Can't you tell?

We scratch our eternal itch
A twentieth century bitch
And we are grateful for
Our iron lung

The headshrinkers, they want everything
My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon
The headshrinkers, they want everything
My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon

Suck, suck your teenage thumb
Toilet trained and dumb
When the power runs out
We'll just hum

This, this is our new song
Just like the last one
A total waste of time
My iron lung
The headshrinkers, they want everything
My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon
The headshrinkers, they want everything
My uncle Bill, my Belisha beacon

And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's OK
And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's OK

The headshrinkers, they want everything

Limb by limb and tooth by tooth
Tearing up inside of me
Every day every hour
I wish that I was bullet proof

Wax me
Mould me
Heat the pins and stab them in
You have turned me into this
Just wish that it was bullet proof

So pay the money and take a shot
Leadfill the hole in me
I could burst a million bubbles
All surrogate and bullet proof

And bullet proof
And bullet proof
And bullet proof

I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown
Well what am I to do?
I know all the things around your head and what they do to you
What are we coming to?
What are we gonna do?

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home

The troubled words of a troubled mind I try to understand what is eating you
I try to stay awake but its 58 hours since that I last slept with you
What are we coming to?
I just don't know anymore

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home

I get on the train and I just stand about now that I don't think of you
I keep falling over I keep passing out when I see a face like you
What am I coming to?
I'm gonna melt down

Blame it on the black star
Blame it on the falling sky
Blame it on the satellite that beams me home
This is killing me
This is killing me

You bite through the big wall, the big wall bites back
You just sit there and sulk, sit there and bawl
You are so pretty when you're on your knees
Disinfected, eager to please

Sometimes you sulk, sometimes you burn
God rest your soul
When the loving comes and we've already gone
Just like your dad, you'll never change

Each time it comes it eats me alive
I try to behave but it eats me alive
So I declare a holiday
Fall asleep, drift away

Sometimes you sulk, sometimes you burn
God rest your soul
When the loving comes and we've already gone
Just like your dad, you'll never change

Sometimes you sulk, sometimes you burn
God rest your soul
When the loving comes and we've already gone
Just like your dad, you'll never change

Rows of houses, all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out

This machine will, will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again and fade out again

Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out again

Immerse your soul in love
Immerse Your Soul In Love

Selfless, Cold, and Composed
by Ben Folds
I said what you wanted to hear
And what I wanted to say
So I will take it back
Are all the dishes in tact
Let them be broken

It's easy to be
Easy and free
When it doesn't mean anything
You remain
Selfless, cold and composed

You've done me no
Favor to call and be nice
Telling me I
Can take anything I like
Your don't owe me to be so polite
You've done no wrong
You've done no wrong
Get out of my sight

It's easy to be
Easy and free
When it doesn't mean anything
To remain
Selfless, cold and composed

Come on baby
Now throw me a right to the chin
Don't just stare like you never cared
I know you did
You just smiled
Like a bank teller
Telling me blankly, have a nice life

Come on baby
Throw me a right to the chin
Just one sign
That could show me that you give a shit
But you just smile politely
And I grow weaker and I ...

Said what you wanted to hear
And what I wanted to say
So I will take it back

It's easy to be
Easy and free
When it doesn't mean anything
When it doesn't mean anything
You can take anything
So selfless, cold and composed

What I've kept with me
And what I've thrown away
And where the hell I've ended up
On this glary random day
Were the things I've really cared about
Just left along the way
For being too pent up and proud

Woke up way too late
Feeling hungover and old
And the sun was shining bright
And I walked barefoot down the road
Started thinking about my old man
Want to get into a car and go anywhere

Here I stand, sad and free
I can't cry, I can't see
What I've done
God, what have I done

Don't you know I'm numb, man?
I can't feel a thing at all
Now it's all smiles and business these days
I'm indifferent to the loss
I have faith that there's a soul somewhere
That's leading me around
I wonder if she knows
Which way is down

I poured my heart out
I poured my heart out
It evaporated ... see?

Blind man at a canyon's edge
Of a panoramic scene
Or maybe I'm a kite that's flying high and random
Dangling a string
Or slumped over in a vacant room
Head on a stranger's knee
I'm sure back home they think I've lost my mind

I was bruised and battered and I couldn't tell
what I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
Saw my reflection in a window I didn't know
my own face
Oh brother are you gonna leave me
wasting away
On the streets of Philadelphia

I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
Just as black and whispering as the rain
On the streets of Philadelphia

Ain't no angel gonna greet me
It's just you and I my friend
And my clothes don't fit me no more
I walked a thousand miles
just to slip this skin

The night has fallen, I'm lyin' awake
I can feel myself fading away
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss
or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of Philadelphia

She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much I miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight

And I think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science I don't understand
It's just my job five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man

And I think it's gonna be a long long time...

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