That one guitar, felt good in his hands
Didn't take long, to understand
Just one guitar, slung way down low
Was a one way ticket, only one way to go
That one guitar, felt good in his hands
Didn't take long, to understand
Just one guitar, slung way down low
Was a one way ticket, only one way to go
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Ground Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown,
engines on
Check ignition
and may God's love be with you
Don't pray to go
Please take my hand
Don't get me down
Surfing on a rocket
I'll be back one day
Just pray for me
I'm on my way
Surfing on a rocket
5 4 3 2 1 0
No one can stop me to go
You'll never see me again
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I see a shining....
A sweeping from the clouds
A glimmer of hope
Is coming to feel our light
Oh look it’s flashing
This life among the stars
Reaching out to know us
To feel our might
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Hey, he say hey-o
Daylight come and he wanna go home
Hey, he say hey-o
Daylight come and he wanna go home
Let's go bananas
Work all night till the morning come
Daylight come and he wanna go home
Stack banana till the morning come
Daylight come and he wanna go home
Come, mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and he wanna go home
Come, mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and he wanna go home
It's six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Daylight come and he wanna go home
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Daylight come and he wanna go home
...
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
I'm going back in
okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don't understand me
had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
but hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy
just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it self defense
swear man, I be seeing through these niggas like sequins
niggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
talking to myself because I am my own consultant
married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I hear it fading
I can't speak it
Or else you will dig my grave
We fear them finding
Always whining
Take my hand now
Be alive
I've been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand,
Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man?
These sensations barely interest me for another day,
I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, take the shock away.
It's getting faster, moving faster now, it's getting out of hand,
On the tenth floor, down the back stairs, it's a no man's land,
Lights are flashing, cars are crashing, getting frequent now,
I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, let it out somehow.
What means to you, what means to me, and we will meet again,
I'm watching you, I'm watching her, I'll take no pity from your friends,
Who is right, who can tell, and who gives a damn right now,
Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know,
Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know,
Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know,
I've got the spirit, but lose the feeling,
I've got the spirit, but lose the feeling.
Feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling.
He bends and he breaks
If he gives they will take away
His passion, his pain, his grace
He exhales,
A thousand black flowers explode
Into butterflies as they're away
Rip them out, take them,
Burn to coals as they crush and leave nothing
That resembles a soul of a man
See him numb, see him crushed
Rip them out, take them
Burn to coals as they crush and leave nothing
That resembles a soul of a man
Leave them numb, leave them crushed
When comes the shaking man
A nation in his eyes
Striped with blood and emblazed tattoo
Streaking cathedral spire
They say
he has no brain
They say
he has no mood
They say
he was born again
They say
look at him climb
They say 'Jump'
They say
he has two gods
They say
he has no fear
They say
he has no eyes
They say
he has no mouth
They say hey that's really something
They feel he should get some time
I say he should watch his ass
My friend don't listen to the crowd
They say 'Jump'
Got to believe somebody
Got to believe
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You know why? My tears have dried,
And I know that no weapon formed
Against me will prosper. And I truly
Believe that my haters are my motivators.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
In time bleeding wounds will heal
Unlike some which are too deep to see
Like scars in a nomads soul
Their mending is so slow
Not the shout of a hundred enemies
Can make him feel fear inside him
But when sun sets and the cold arrives
With crushing solitude in the darkness of night
I'm on a mission from God I'm crazy
This war I'll win for sure
My middle name is Overkill keep watching
You'll see that I will score
Boom boom when we come across the sea
Whatever we search for we will find
Keep all your fingers to yourself
I'm here to take back what's mine
Hear me say
Oooooooooooooh, this time you're all mine
Oooooooooooooh, let it shine
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Standing at the edge of the world
I still fail to see what's out there for me
Screaming at the top of my lungs
Is there anybody listening?
We're all emotional radios
Human aerials in oblivion
Calling all stations until transmission ends
I am here
Hello,
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down
Well, I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I am a moth
Who just wants to share your light
I'm just an insect
Trying to get out of the night
Thought I was different and it seems I'm just the same
As a game I put my hand over the flame
I thought, I was smarter as I flew into the sun
But it turned out the way it does with everyone
Oh, oh, I don't fly around your fire anymore
I don't fly around your fire anymore
Burnin', fallin' down so many times before
I don't fly around your fire anymore
I love the heat, I love the things that I forgot
I love the strings that tie me down and cut me off
I was a king, I was a moth with painted wings made of cloth
When did the flame burn so high and get so hot?
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Wasted the morning again
The world at the window is dead
The look in your eye says you don't love me anymore
Cool as a fire
I'm alive I'm alive I know
But now that I found you I don't have a choice
With or without you I don't have a choice
When nobody's watching I'm coiled in question
Hiding the signs
Because weakness wins if weakness shows
Cool as a fire
I'm alive I'm alive I know
But now that I found you I don't have a choice
With or without you I don't have a choice
Now that I found you I don't have a choice
With or without you I don't have a choice
Gone with the weather
Nothing ever lasts forever
Gone with the weather
Nothing ever lasts forever
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It is so easy to see
Dysfunction between you and me
We must free up these tired souls
Before the sadness kills us both
I tried and tried to let you know
I love you but I'm letting go
It may not last but I don't know
Just don't know
If you don't know
Then you can't care
And you show up
But you're not there
But I'm waiting
And you want to
Still afraid that I will desert you
Everyday
With every worthless word we get more far away
The distance between us makes it so hard to stay
But nothing lasts forever, but be honest babe
It hurts but it may be the only way
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I've seen rivers rise
Seen mountains fall
Seen endless vistas coming to an end
I've seen stars collide
Heard oceans roar
I know what it means to lose your only friend
Nothing lasts forever
That's what i've always heard
All things good must end
You know it's true
Nothing lasts forever
But maybe some things do
^[I loved Man from Earth]
Ran across the country fields,
In all terrain, they had guns and dogs and everything.
Swam a river try'n to lose my trail,
But they caught me, under the bridge. Oh yeah!
The sky is burnin' I believe my soul's on fire,
You are, I'm learning, the key to my desire.
The judge said, 'this man's a danger to humanity,
We're gonna lock him up and throw away the key'
Now, baby, your love has sent me to jail
But I'd rather die than see you with another man
It's burnin' baby, mm, mm; I believe my souls on fire
I believe my souls on fire,
Working on the railroad, every day
But they can't keep me here
And I'm not gonna stay
I got to get outta this place
I'll see you, baby.
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
I count the corpses on my left, I find I'm not so tidy
So I better get away, better make it today
I've cut twenty-three down since Friday
But I can't control it, my face is drawn
My instinct still emotes it
I slash them cold, I kill them dead
I broke the ****s, I cracked their heads
I'll bomb them out from under the beds
But now I've got the running gun blues
It seems the peacefuls stopped the war
Left generals squashed and stifled
But I'll slip out again tonight
Cause they haven't taken back my rifle
For I promote oblivion
And I'll plug a few civilians
I'll slash them cold, I'll kill them dead
I'll break them ****s, I'll crack their heads
I'll slice them till they're running red
But now I've got the running gun blues
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Skin against skin blood and bone
You're all by yourself but you're not alone
You wanted in now you're here
Driven by hate
consumed by fear
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floooooooor
One - Nothing wrong with me
Two - Nothing wrong with me
Three - Nothing wrong with me
Four - Nothing wrong with me
One - Something's got to give
Two - Something's got to give
Three - Something's got to give
Now
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Strung out eyes as cold as worship
Two minutes silence in a century of screams
Tiny massive hands, emphatic lonely soul
Skin against skin and blood against blood
This is the place where peace exists
This is the place where my mind resists
The fragments fail to hold me
The fragments fail to hold me...
When there's time I'll read your words
There's no point disguising
You're the one who's hurt
Laid bloody and bare to see
The effects will fail to desert me
This is the place where peace exists
This is the place where my mind resists
The fragments fail to hold me
The fragments fail to hold me...
This is the place where my mind resists
The fragments fail to hold me
The fragments fail to hold me...
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And now I'm on my own,
Must I always be alone?
I'm watching the sky, night is falling
On another day where I can't change a thing.
Will tomorrow bring a time where I can see the sun?
Will there be another or are you the only one?
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, a vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine
There are no sunsets just silence
You could see that she was true and faithless
But see through the future and forget all the lies
Black out the words for the blind have eyes
I am the girl that wanted to be God
There are times when you feel hopeless
Just for once for no-one else we are blameless
The dawn is still breaking its heaven is so high
She told the truth, told the truth and then she lied
I am the girl that wanted to be God
Hold me she said love me to death
I am the girl that wanted to be God...
I am God
Creator of all
You will see my power
Once I get past these padded walls
I am God
I made your mortal soul
Delusions, disillusioned
No hallucinations here.
I am your God
See me bleeding from my eyes
I am the light, the hope, I am the creator of all
I am God
Leteth the purity of my heavenly protuberance
Penetrateth the inner canals of your sin-soaked frame
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Down, down, you bring me down
I hear you knocking down my door
And I can't sleep at night.
Your face it has no place
No room for you inside my house
I need to be alone.
Don't waste your words I don't need anything from you,
I don't care where you've been or what you plan to do.
Turn, turn, I wish you'd learn
There's a time and place for everything
I've got to get it through.
Cut loose 'cause you're no use
I couldn't stand another
Second in your company.
Don't waste your words I don't need anything from you,
I don't care where you've been or what you plan to do.
Stone me why can't you see
You're a no one nowhere washed up baby
Who'd look better dead.
Your tongue is far too long
I don't like the way it sucks and
Slurs upon my every word.
Don't waste your words I don't need anything from you,
I don't care where you've been or what you plan to do.
I am the resurrection and I am the life,
I couldn't ever bring myself to hate you as I'd like.
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Here we are again saying goodbye
Still we'll fall asleep underneath the same sky
You're all I see, you're all I knew you'd become
Sister I see you
Dancing on the stage of memory
Sister I miss you
Entwined, you and I
Our souls speak from across the miles
Intertwined, you and I
Our blood flows from the same inside
All I am begins with you
Thoughts of hope understood
Half of me breathes in you
Thoughts of love remain true
When I, when I close my eyes
I see you walking there
I see you dancing in my mind
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Want it can't have it so dramatic so weak I can't stand it
It's classic, yet traumatic, you're living life your lies have granted
Stranded standing still and frantic learning ways I took for granted
Learning ways to understand this world of mine I now command it
I am up in the clouds
And I can't and I can't come down
I can watch but not take part
Where I end and where you start
Where you, you left me alone
You left me alone
X will now mark the place
Like the parting of the waves
Like a house falling into the sea
Into the sea
I will eat you alive
There'll be no more lies
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Jesus is risen, it's no surprise
Even he would martyr his mama to ride to hell between those thighs
The pressure is building at the base of my spine
If I gotta sin to see her again then I'm gonna lie, lie, lie
Get up, get out, get away from these liars
'Cause they don't get your soul or your fire
Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine
And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time
I'm not afraid of lonely
I've gotten good at being that
Ain't seen nothing that could hold me
Say goodbye and don't look back
Running, always ready
Feel as strong and steady
But you scare me
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
All the lace and the skin in the shop
couldn't get you off
All the toys and the tools in the box
couldn't get you off
All the noise, all the voices never stop
I remember when we were gambling to win
Everybody else said better luck next time
I don't wanna bend, Let the bad girls bend
I just wanna be your friend
Why you givin' me a hard time
I remember when we were gambling to win
Playin' for the high one, dancin' with the devil
going with the flow, it's all a game to me
7 or 11, snake eyes watching you
Double up or quit, double stake or split
Pushing up the ante, I know you got to see me
read 'em and weep, the dead man's hand again
I see it in your eyes, take one look and die