Cover di Too High to Die

Too High to Die
Album - 25 gennaio 1994 - Debaser id 24027

di Meat Puppets

We don't exist
We eat our time
We don't resist
It's not alright

What I want out of this
What I need out of this
Cayenne

We don't exist
Night after night
We fall apart
It's quite alright
Il tuo voto:
The horizon breaks to pieces
And the mainline is the twilight
And the giant net has a perfect window
Passage through has the ticket screaming
I want a mind
I'll tell you what I find
No severed goddess hand
No plaster in my eye
No picture of a lamb
No goddess hand have I
I'm a picture of a goddess
Of a planet in the window
Through a tiny hole in the giant curtain
I have watched as it stood undressing
I want more more eyes
I want to see more lies
In the silence of the neurons
Where the pathway has been printed
There's a gleaming hope for an understanding
Timing's gone and there's been no planning
Twho heads, one dream
Twho-thirds a crowd it seems.
Il tuo voto:
Praise the sight
Someone dropped a ball on me
Damn the wind
Giving life to sails
Human sin
Couldn't stir a fire in me
Damn the night
As the powders fail

And one beam of light is falling
From a single crazy eye
And it sweeps the inside sky
From east to right
Flaming heart, burning out

Pray tonight
Someone burns a name on me
Damn the sight
Painted on my eyes
Back to life
Passing through the wall to me
Feel the fire
Violet, black, and white

Late tonight
Someone pinned a tail on me
Later on
Someone robbed me blind
Took my life
Took my box of chicken teeth
Take the blame
Trusted enemy
Il tuo voto:
And when I wake up in the morning
To feel the daybreak on my face
There's a blood that's floating through the feeling
With a knife to open up the skies veins

Some things will never change
It is standing looking backwards and from conscious full of pain
It may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling there is something that will never change

And when I should have been done a long time
Laughs and says I'll find ways
Just when we shelter under paper
The rockets come at a sideways

Some things will never change
It is standing looking backwards and from conscious full of pain
They may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling there is something that will never change

It may imply
Good vibes
Flow from time
Oh loosed on

And when I wake up in the morning
To feel the daybreak on my face
There's a blood that's floating through the ceiling
With a knife to open up the skies veins

Some things will never change
It is standing looking backwards and from conscious full of pain
They may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling there is something that will never change

Some things will never change
They is standing looking backwards and from conscious full of pain
They may seem rearranged
In the backwater swirling there is something that will never change
Il tuo voto:
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
see 'em again till the fault that you lie

I knew a lady who came from Duluth
Got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
flew and laid down on the yellow moon

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
see 'em again till the Fault that you lie

people cry and people moan
look for a dry place to call their home
try to find some place to rest their bones
While the angels and the devils
Try to make 'em their own

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
see 'em again till the Fault that you lie
Il tuo voto:
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