Song | Whoops |
Artist | Blues Traveler |
Album | Save His Soul |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:John Popper Music:John Popper | |
Have you ever seen an atom | |
Little bits of everything floating by | |
Take a good look at them | |
Collectively they compose all you see including your eye | |
Brilliant puzzle | |
A living Rubix Cube we think we can figure out and solve | |
But we're just monkeys | |
Scratching our heads trying to open our ears | |
To a chord that just won't seem to resolve | |
And we call it wisdom | |
Yes intellect in our truest sense of the word | |
You see for us security means a harmony | |
According to only what we have heard | |
And this along and nothing less | |
Will ease our heart and our mind | |
In the hopes that in feeling free we'll reach paradise | |
On that hilltop we're still trying to find | |
But the possibility exists no matter how scary it may seem | |
That paradise was once the world and it wasn't just a dream | |
The earth was our heaven and we didn't know there were rules for us to break | |
And maybe now we'll find out too late what a clever hell we can make | |
Whoops | |
Whoops | |
In this corner | |
Weighing in at almost every weight imaginable... | |
Life, and all that surrounds it | |
And in this corner | |
Weighing in at well, not really very much of anything; | |
A very sound and user friendly idea | |
On finally bringing that pesky mountain to Mohammed | |
Gentlemen at the sound of the harmonica solo you may come out fighting | |
Take a look at the horizon | |
Quiet and still | |
You know there used to be bison | |
Gentlemen you may fire at will | |
They say this land won't go to waste | |
But you gotta wonder how | |
You know we're chopping down the air we breathe | |
As fodder for the cow | |
That's right so we can eat well | |
Yes and starve to death | |
And say there's nothing we can do | |
Because we really don't want to do a goddamn thing | |
Look I'm shrugging and so are you | |
We can imagine the straightest of lines | |
But our fingers can't control the pen | |
And it's this frustration that yields relief | |
As we say we're just mortal men | |
And that means we get to torture a chimpanze | |
And infect him with disease | |
Because he screams just like a human child | |
While we study his desperate pleas | |
But the possibility exists no matter how scary it may seem | |
That paradise was once the world and it wasn't just a dream | |
The earth was our heaven and we didn't know there were rules for us to break | |
And maybe now we'll find out too late what a clever hell we can make | |
Whoops | |
Whoops | |
While we're on the subject you know my conscience hurts | |
And it will not go away | |
So please concoct me some pill I can take | |
While I think of something clever to say | |
So I can look in my mirror made of polished glass | |
And find no need to cringe | |
And forget that sinking feeling I'm a dinosaur | |
Out on his drunken last binge | |
...from fossil to fossil | |
Dust to dust | |
I'll see you all in the earthy crust | |
Whoops | |
Whoops |
Lyrics: John Popper Music: John Popper | |
Have you ever seen an atom | |
Little bits of everything floating by | |
Take a good look at them | |
Collectively they compose all you see including your eye | |
Brilliant puzzle | |
A living Rubix Cube we think we can figure out and solve | |
But we' re just monkeys | |
Scratching our heads trying to open our ears | |
To a chord that just won' t seem to resolve | |
And we call it wisdom | |
Yes intellect in our truest sense of the word | |
You see for us security means a harmony | |
According to only what we have heard | |
And this along and nothing less | |
Will ease our heart and our mind | |
In the hopes that in feeling free we' ll reach paradise | |
On that hilltop we' re still trying to find | |
But the possibility exists no matter how scary it may seem | |
That paradise was once the world and it wasn' t just a dream | |
The earth was our heaven and we didn' t know there were rules for us to break | |
And maybe now we' ll find out too late what a clever hell we can make | |
Whoops | |
Whoops | |
In this corner | |
Weighing in at almost every weight imaginable... | |
Life, and all that surrounds it | |
And in this corner | |
Weighing in at well, not really very much of anything | |
A very sound and user friendly idea | |
On finally bringing that pesky mountain to Mohammed | |
Gentlemen at the sound of the harmonica solo you may come out fighting | |
Take a look at the horizon | |
Quiet and still | |
You know there used to be bison | |
Gentlemen you may fire at will | |
They say this land won' t go to waste | |
But you gotta wonder how | |
You know we' re chopping down the air we breathe | |
As fodder for the cow | |
That' s right so we can eat well | |
Yes and starve to death | |
And say there' s nothing we can do | |
Because we really don' t want to do a goddamn thing | |
Look I' m shrugging and so are you | |
We can imagine the straightest of lines | |
But our fingers can' t control the pen | |
And it' s this frustration that yields relief | |
As we say we' re just mortal men | |
And that means we get to torture a chimpanze | |
And infect him with disease | |
Because he screams just like a human child | |
While we study his desperate pleas | |
But the possibility exists no matter how scary it may seem | |
That paradise was once the world and it wasn' t just a dream | |
The earth was our heaven and we didn' t know there were rules for us to break | |
And maybe now we' ll find out too late what a clever hell we can make | |
Whoops | |
Whoops | |
While we' re on the subject you know my conscience hurts | |
And it will not go away | |
So please concoct me some pill I can take | |
While I think of something clever to say | |
So I can look in my mirror made of polished glass | |
And find no need to cringe | |
And forget that sinking feeling I' m a dinosaur | |
Out on his drunken last binge | |
... from fossil to fossil | |
Dust to dust | |
I' ll see you all in the earthy crust | |
Whoops | |
Whoops |
Lyrics: John Popper Music: John Popper | |
Have you ever seen an atom | |
Little bits of everything floating by | |
Take a good look at them | |
Collectively they compose all you see including your eye | |
Brilliant puzzle | |
A living Rubix Cube we think we can figure out and solve | |
But we' re just monkeys | |
Scratching our heads trying to open our ears | |
To a chord that just won' t seem to resolve | |
And we call it wisdom | |
Yes intellect in our truest sense of the word | |
You see for us security means a harmony | |
According to only what we have heard | |
And this along and nothing less | |
Will ease our heart and our mind | |
In the hopes that in feeling free we' ll reach paradise | |
On that hilltop we' re still trying to find | |
But the possibility exists no matter how scary it may seem | |
That paradise was once the world and it wasn' t just a dream | |
The earth was our heaven and we didn' t know there were rules for us to break | |
And maybe now we' ll find out too late what a clever hell we can make | |
Whoops | |
Whoops | |
In this corner | |
Weighing in at almost every weight imaginable... | |
Life, and all that surrounds it | |
And in this corner | |
Weighing in at well, not really very much of anything | |
A very sound and user friendly idea | |
On finally bringing that pesky mountain to Mohammed | |
Gentlemen at the sound of the harmonica solo you may come out fighting | |
Take a look at the horizon | |
Quiet and still | |
You know there used to be bison | |
Gentlemen you may fire at will | |
They say this land won' t go to waste | |
But you gotta wonder how | |
You know we' re chopping down the air we breathe | |
As fodder for the cow | |
That' s right so we can eat well | |
Yes and starve to death | |
And say there' s nothing we can do | |
Because we really don' t want to do a goddamn thing | |
Look I' m shrugging and so are you | |
We can imagine the straightest of lines | |
But our fingers can' t control the pen | |
And it' s this frustration that yields relief | |
As we say we' re just mortal men | |
And that means we get to torture a chimpanze | |
And infect him with disease | |
Because he screams just like a human child | |
While we study his desperate pleas | |
But the possibility exists no matter how scary it may seem | |
That paradise was once the world and it wasn' t just a dream | |
The earth was our heaven and we didn' t know there were rules for us to break | |
And maybe now we' ll find out too late what a clever hell we can make | |
Whoops | |
Whoops | |
While we' re on the subject you know my conscience hurts | |
And it will not go away | |
So please concoct me some pill I can take | |
While I think of something clever to say | |
So I can look in my mirror made of polished glass | |
And find no need to cringe | |
And forget that sinking feeling I' m a dinosaur | |
Out on his drunken last binge | |
... from fossil to fossil | |
Dust to dust | |
I' ll see you all in the earthy crust | |
Whoops | |
Whoops |