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Trip Tips - Fanzine musical !

samedi 7 mai 2011

Smog - paroles/lyrics (4) Knock Knock

Lets move to the country

Let's move to the country
Just you and me


My travels are over
My travels are through


Let's move to the country
Just me and you


A goat and a monkey
A mule and a flea
Let's move to the country
Just you and me


Let's start a...
Let's have a...



Held

For the first time in my life
I let myself be held
Like a big old baby
I surrender
To your charity


I lay back in the tall grass
And let the ants cover me
I let the jets fly
I'm wishing for their destruction
Born to black in a perfect blue sky
For the first time in my life
I am moving away, moving away, moving away
From within the reach of me
And all the wild being held
Like a big old baby


Waouh!!

River Guard

When I take the prisoners swimming
They have the time of their lives
I love to watch them floating


On their backs
Unburden and relaxed


I sit in the tall grass and look the other way
And when I hall them in they always sing
Our sencencess will not served


We are constantly on trial
It's a way to be free


Most nights I go for a drive
To to the highest place I can find
Stand there on a cliff with gooseflesh
Watching the wind rip the leaves of the trees
Death defying
Every breath
Death defying


Soon we all be back in the yard
Behind the wall
Leaving heart
Dreaming of cool rivers and tall grass


We are constantly on trial
It's a way to be free


We are constantly on trial
It's a way to be free

No Dancing

There's always some bird-dog
Snuffling, choking
Looking like you came to collect
Something you said you owed
There's always some turtle snapping in my head
Saying you can't just waltz in here
Acting like nothing is wrong

No dancing, no dancing, no dancing
Not while the road is racing
No dancing, no dancing, no dancing
Not while the time is chasing

There's a poacher on the land
I recognize his hand
In the mail
He's fogging up the glass
The bird is on the last
And here he comes

Here he comes, ohNo dancing, no dancing, no dancing
Not while the wires are showing
No dancing, no dancing, no dancing
Not while the time is flowing

There's a poacher on the land
I recognize his hand
In the mail
He's fogging up the glass
The bird is on the last
And here he comes

Here he comes, oh

No dancing, no dancing, no dancing
Not while the time is flowing
No dancing, no dancing, no dancing
Not while your wires are showing

Teenage spaceship

Flying around
The houses at night
Flying alone


A teenage spaceship
I was a teenage spaceship
Landing at night


I was beautiful with all my lights
Loomed so large on the horizon
So large, people thought my windows
Were stars
So large on the horizon
People thought my windows
Were stars
A teenage spaceship
A teenage spaceship


And I swore I'd never lay like a log
Bark like a dog


I was a teenage smog
Sewn to the sky



Cold Blooded old times

Cold-blooded old times
The type of memories
that turns your bones to glass
Turns your bones to glass


Mother came rushing in
she said we didn't see a thing
We said we didn't see a thing
And father left at eight
Nearly splintering the gate


Cold-blooded old times
The type of memory
That turns your bones to glass
Turns your bones to glass


And though you where
Just a little swirl
You understood every word
And in this way they gave you clarity
A cold-blooded clarity
Cold-blooded old times


Now how can I stand
and laugh with the man
Who redefined your body


Those cold-blooded old times...



Sweet treat

If there where something so
Hard and clear
It would have been
Autumn so long ago


So take your sweet treat
In the evening
Take your sweet treat
In the evening


Please to know this
Please to know this


If someone offers you
some sugar
He should eat it


Hit the ground running

I had to leave the country
Though there was some nice folks there
Now I don't know where I'm going
All I know is I'll hit the ground running


Only cowboys
The Southern gentlemen
Betting women
That will Never mend
They ride the roads as they bend
As they bend to there dead ends


I had to leave the country
Though there was some nice folks there
And now I don't know where I'm going
All i know is that I'll hit the ground running


I was raised in a pit of snakes
Blink your eyes I was raised on cakes
I couldn't memorize a century of slang
Or learn to tell the same story again again and again
I had to leave the country
Though there was some nice folks there
Now I don't know where I'm going
All I know is I'll hit the ground running


Bitterness is a lowest sin
A bitter man rots from within
I've seen his smile
Yellow and brown
The bitterness is rotting down


I had to leave the country
Though there was some nice folks there
Now I don't know where I'm going
All I know to do is hit the ground running

Left only with love

I'm left only with love for you
You did what was right to do
And i hope you find your husband
And a father to your children


'Cause I'm left only with love for you
You did what was right to do
And I hope you find your husband
And a father to you children
When I lost you
I lost my family
You did what was right to do
And I hope you find your husband
And a father to your children


'Cause I'm left only with love for you
You did what was right to do
An I hope you find your husband
And a father to your children


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