| Song | Light Round Here |
| Artist | Ed Scissor |
| Artist | Lamplighter |
| Album | Tell Them It's Winter |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Thomas Hawkins |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Robin Legge |
| [00:00.00] | I was woken by the mundane sun rays |
| [00:05.10] | Monday to Sunday |
| [00:06.30] | Mans need curtains in this house |
| [00:08.50] | Less boring |
| [00:09.10] | Saw a little premonition of my day panning out before me |
| [00:13.00] | Clock the drugs meant for snorting |
| [00:15.00] | I was woken by the unpaved, one way |
| [00:18.50] | Ticket to a dumb day, lungs stay awful |
| [00:21.00] | So I settle for one some says dumb mate |
| [00:24.00] | Guzzling the honey in a drug haze portal |
| [00:26.00] | Forming |
| [00:27.50] | Forks in the road |
| [00:29.00] | Walk water to cope in this morbid abode |
| [00:32.00] | Gray organs |
| [00:33.00] | Brains pouring the code from the laws that we wrote with the sticks and the stone |
| [00:38.00] | We launch em, dish em out in big portions |
| [00:41.00] | In the city fitting fittings to the wall blinds |
| [00:44.00] | Whittling the lyrics till they’re forceful, awesome |
| [00:47.00] | Cinematic killings like we’re pissing on the draw bridge |
| [00:50.00] | Two horsemen, ride to the next stop |
| [00:53.00] | Heads pop fast like a kenshiron headlock |
| [00:56.00] | Five second count down, Claire it on your best frock |
| [00:59.00] | Heads nodding heavily like broads in a sex shop |
| [01:02.00] | In the dense locking horns with the fresh crop |
| [01:05.00] | Morbid and let locking thoughts in my despot |
| [01:08.00] | Torn from the flesh till they’re chalking the mess |
| [01:11.00] | And the watery dreads gush gushing from my desktop |
| [01:14.00] | Test |
| [01:15.00] | Mic sounds fresh, yes yes |
| [01:18.00] | Could sound better but it’s bless |
| [01:20.00] | Would sound better if the rapper that was holding it wasn’t such a mess |
| [01:24.00] | But less |
| [01:25.00] | Let’s get a hold of some drugs for a sesh |
| [01:28.00] | And though I down smoke draw but I guess |
| [01:31.00] | If you’re rolling up a fatty on my living room floor it’d be rude to protest |
| [01:36.00] | Stretch out the bedrock, mining for boulders |
| [01:39.00] | Man’s got a fresh crop, glad that they called us |
| [01:42.00] | We got supplies now world is our oyster |
| [01:45.00] | Rack up some lines, now pass me the oysta |
| [01:47.00] | Now that your brains swinging baked in the chemicals |
| [01:51.00] | Reasons for being here are far from subliminal |
| [01:54.00] | We go ten years deep on this planet map |
| [01:57.00] | Why on earth are we sharing this bag of facts now |
| [02:00.00] | Look into your eyes and they’re dark white |
| [02:03.00] | Sort of like a set of sunken planets in the night sky |
| [02:06.00] | Like a set of something terrible to monitor my every move and mannerism present in my past life |
| [02:12.00] | We’re much the same |
| [02:14.00] | Buck that trend |
| [02:15.00] | ****ing that face |
| [02:17.00] | ****ing that friend |
| [02:18.00]In the belly of the lumberyard with skit[?] | |
| [02:21.00] | One piece of timber sharing grains in the wood chip |
| [02:24.00] | She’s like a centerfold, I’m like a child |
| [02:27.00] | For some strange reason we click in the drug sheet |
| [02:30.00] | I make her laugh out loud as I walk her to the cashpoint to grab another massive wad of drug paid |
| [02:36.00] | She looks amazing as her nose bleeds |
| [02:39.00] | I look amazed at the scale of this ****ing fiend |
| [02:42.00] | I grab a tissue and we go deep, no sleep |
| [02:45.00] | Palms full of valium and ****ing |
| [02:48.00] | The storm will wash away every little bit of evidence that settles and remains |
| [02:54.00] | It feels like pain and pleasure coexistence in such uneven harmony that nobody is safe |
| [03:00.00] | Two sides shimmer on the same coin |
| [03:03.00] | Spinning in a strange void |
| [03:06.00] | Figures in a rain drop maze |
| [03:09.00] | Two lives littering the grape vines |
| [03:12.00] | Spinning at the same time |
| [03:15.00] | Living where the dust don’t lay |
| [03:18.00] | The storm it washed away every little bit of evidence that settled and remained |
| [03:24.00] | And pain and pleasured battled on in such kinetic harmony that not a single living soul was safe |
| [03:30.00] | Two sides shimmered on the same coin |
| [03:33.00] | Spinning in a strange void |
| [03:36.00] | Figures in a rain drop maze |
| [03:39.00] | Two lives littered every grape vine |
| [03:42.00] | Spinning at the same time |
| [03:45.00] | Living where the dust don’t lay |
| [03:48.00] | I was always on the cards |
| [03:50.00] | I dealt the pack and threw the jokers |
| [03:53.00] | In a mix I made of ****ing and tar |
| [03:56.00] | Apply the formula I applied a dozen times before |
| [04:00.00] | And let her crystal vision turn into a puddle on the floor |
| [04:03.00] | It’s always better when you build a massive force from an immortal that you filter pumble slowly in the jaw |
| [04:10.00] | You’re not that person |
| [04:12.00] | I’m that person |
| [04:13.00] | Raining terror on my face till my retinas are raw |
| [04:16.00] | Stood inside the mirror was a man today |
| [04:19.00] | He features bloody by the beaten that he’d given to his camera face |
| [04:23.00] | Body language was all zig-zag out of shape |
| [04:26.00] | Mismatch downed and waits |
| [04:28.00] | Misspent hours spent sitting spangled in his mountain cave |
| [04:32.00] | Getting paid a thousand pound a day to take the satellites to outer space |
| [04:37.00] | It was a wonderful arrangement |
| [04:39.00] | Especially when the clouds dissipated in the mountain quake |
| [04:43.00] | He liked the visions, saw himself in them |
| [04:46.00] | Bright lights would shimmer in the corners of his mountain cave |
| [04:50.00] | And as the sun began to jutter on the dawn |
| [04:53.00] | And on the seventh day the visions turned to letters and displayed his name |
| [04:58.00] | And that was when he learned his name |
| [05:00.00] | And that was when the verses came |
| [05:03.00] | And that was when the herds of ugly people took put coats |
| [05:06.00] | And tipped their hats |
| [05:08.00] | And neatly strolled way |
| [05:09.00] | Heart thickened as his pulse quickened |
| [05:12.00] | A star swimming in this dark kingdom |
| [05:14.00] | The last cinematic laugh livin' |
| [05:17.00] | A car spinning of a large lizard |
| [05:19.00] | Your brought pinging off an arm with it |
| [05:22.00] | A vast swimin pulling fast rivers |
| [05:25.00] | The mass millings of a half wizard |
| [05:27.00] | The bark trimmings with the mold in them |
| [05:30.00] | A jar brimming with a dark liquid |
| [05:32.00] | A man sinking in this star system |
| [05:35.00] | Come back to Earth Mr. Scissortongue |
| [05:38.00] | The world is waiting for your words |
| [05:41.00] | We have business to attend to |
| [05:44.00] | What’s worse than a simple math equation casting doubt on everything you’ve ever seen as simply untrue |
| [05:51.00] | Watch the pillars start to unboot |
| [05:53.00] | A bit of wisdom for the philistines and vixens |
| [05:57.00] | In a shitty juxtaposition between this life and everything up in that sky that makes the mother ****in sun move |
| [06:04.00] | We’re all just littering the lunch queue |
| [06:06.00] | Running through the carnage |
| [06:08.00] | Spilling darkness through your sunroof |
| [06:10.00] | Unscrew your simple life |
| [06:12.00] | Pick a prize to run to |
| [06:14.00] | Open up the sewer pipes |
| [06:16.00] | And pick a pipe to lunge through |
| [06:18.00] | The sunlight cast patterns on the streets |
| [06:21.00] | Swings revealing all the sediment that peppering the seasons |
| [06:25.00] | The sediment is very effervescent in this deepness |
| [06:28.00] | It hovers in this city like a hundred thousand bee stings |
| [06:32.00] | Gone are the days of the mountain cave out in space |
| [06:36.00] | And all the scoundrels sat baked waiting down the lane |
| [06:39.00] | Baskin' in the sound of great wells in the fountain spray |
| [06:43.00] | Glance at your watch and realize it’s counting late |
| [06:46.00] | Years amounted in the bounty of your pound of flesh |
| [06:50.00] | Pounding blood around in the vital organs in your treasure chest |
| [06:54.00] | And yet the harness that your swore is sound is but a tangled mess |
| [06:58.00] | Its fraying at the edges till your life is but a drowning mess |
| [07:02.00] | The storm will wash away every little bit of evidence that settles and remains |
| [07:08.00] | It feels like pain and pleasure coexistence in such uneven harmony that nobody is safe |
| [07:14.00] | Two sides shimmer on the same coin |
| [07:17.00] | Spinning in a strange void |
| [07:20.00] | Figures in a rain drop maze |
| [07:23.00] | Two lives littering the grape vines |
| [07:26.00] | Spinning at the same time |
| [07:29.00] | Living where the dust don’t lay |
| [07:32.00] | The storm it washed away every little bit of evidence that settled and remained |
| [07:38.00] | And pain and pleasured battled on in such kinetic harmony that not a single living soul was safe |
| [07:44.00] | Two sides shimmered on the same coin |
| [07:47.00] | Spinning in a strange void |
| [07:50.00] | Figures in a rain drop maze |
| [07:53.00] | Two lives littered every grape vine |
| [07:56.00] | Spinning at the same time |
| [07:59.00] | Living where the dust don’t lay |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Thomas Hawkins |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Robin Legge |
| [00:00.00] | I was woken by the mundane sun rays |
| [00:05.10] | Monday to Sunday |
| [00:06.30] | Mans need curtains in this house |
| [00:08.50] | Less boring |
| [00:09.10] | Saw a little premonition of my day panning out before me |
| [00:13.00] | Clock the drugs meant for snorting |
| [00:15.00] | I was woken by the unpaved, one way |
| [00:18.50] | Ticket to a dumb day, lungs stay awful |
| [00:21.00] | So I settle for one some says dumb mate |
| [00:24.00] | Guzzling the honey in a drug haze portal |
| [00:26.00] | Forming |
| [00:27.50] | Forks in the road |
| [00:29.00] | Walk water to cope in this morbid abode |
| [00:32.00] | Gray organs |
| [00:33.00] | Brains pouring the code from the laws that we wrote with the sticks and the stone |
| [00:38.00] | We launch em, dish em out in big portions |
| [00:41.00] | In the city fitting fittings to the wall blinds |
| [00:44.00] | Whittling the lyrics till they' re forceful, awesome |
| [00:47.00] | Cinematic killings like we' re pissing on the draw bridge |
| [00:50.00] | Two horsemen, ride to the next stop |
| [00:53.00] | Heads pop fast like a kenshiron headlock |
| [00:56.00] | Five second count down, Claire it on your best frock |
| [00:59.00] | Heads nodding heavily like broads in a sex shop |
| [01:02.00] | In the dense locking horns with the fresh crop |
| [01:05.00] | Morbid and let locking thoughts in my despot |
| [01:08.00] | Torn from the flesh till they' re chalking the mess |
| [01:11.00] | And the watery dreads gush gushing from my desktop |
| [01:14.00] | Test |
| [01:15.00] | Mic sounds fresh, yes yes |
| [01:18.00] | Could sound better but it' s bless |
| [01:20.00] | Would sound better if the rapper that was holding it wasn' t such a mess |
| [01:24.00] | But less |
| [01:25.00] | Let' s get a hold of some drugs for a sesh |
| [01:28.00] | And though I down smoke draw but I guess |
| [01:31.00] | If you' re rolling up a fatty on my living room floor it' d be rude to protest |
| [01:36.00] | Stretch out the bedrock, mining for boulders |
| [01:39.00] | Man' s got a fresh crop, glad that they called us |
| [01:42.00] | We got supplies now world is our oyster |
| [01:45.00] | Rack up some lines, now pass me the oysta |
| [01:47.00] | Now that your brains swinging baked in the chemicals |
| [01:51.00] | Reasons for being here are far from subliminal |
| [01:54.00] | We go ten years deep on this planet map |
| [01:57.00] | Why on earth are we sharing this bag of facts now |
| [02:00.00] | Look into your eyes and they' re dark white |
| [02:03.00] | Sort of like a set of sunken planets in the night sky |
| [02:06.00] | Like a set of something terrible to monitor my every move and mannerism present in my past life |
| [02:12.00] | We' re much the same |
| [02:14.00] | Buck that trend |
| [02:15.00] | ing that face |
| [02:17.00] | ing that friend |
| [02:18.00]In the belly of the lumberyard with skit[?] | |
| [02:21.00] | One piece of timber sharing grains in the wood chip |
| [02:24.00] | She' s like a centerfold, I' m like a child |
| [02:27.00] | For some strange reason we click in the drug sheet |
| [02:30.00] | I make her laugh out loud as I walk her to the cashpoint to grab another massive wad of drug paid |
| [02:36.00] | She looks amazing as her nose bleeds |
| [02:39.00] | I look amazed at the scale of this ing fiend |
| [02:42.00] | I grab a tissue and we go deep, no sleep |
| [02:45.00] | Palms full of valium and ing |
| [02:48.00] | The storm will wash away every little bit of evidence that settles and remains |
| [02:54.00] | It feels like pain and pleasure coexistence in such uneven harmony that nobody is safe |
| [03:00.00] | Two sides shimmer on the same coin |
| [03:03.00] | Spinning in a strange void |
| [03:06.00] | Figures in a rain drop maze |
| [03:09.00] | Two lives littering the grape vines |
| [03:12.00] | Spinning at the same time |
| [03:15.00] | Living where the dust don' t lay |
| [03:18.00] | The storm it washed away every little bit of evidence that settled and remained |
| [03:24.00] | And pain and pleasured battled on in such kinetic harmony that not a single living soul was safe |
| [03:30.00] | Two sides shimmered on the same coin |
| [03:33.00] | Spinning in a strange void |
| [03:36.00] | Figures in a rain drop maze |
| [03:39.00] | Two lives littered every grape vine |
| [03:42.00] | Spinning at the same time |
| [03:45.00] | Living where the dust don' t lay |
| [03:48.00] | I was always on the cards |
| [03:50.00] | I dealt the pack and threw the jokers |
| [03:53.00] | In a mix I made of ing and tar |
| [03:56.00] | Apply the formula I applied a dozen times before |
| [04:00.00] | And let her crystal vision turn into a puddle on the floor |
| [04:03.00] | It' s always better when you build a massive force from an immortal that you filter pumble slowly in the jaw |
| [04:10.00] | You' re not that person |
| [04:12.00] | I' m that person |
| [04:13.00] | Raining terror on my face till my retinas are raw |
| [04:16.00] | Stood inside the mirror was a man today |
| [04:19.00] | He features bloody by the beaten that he' d given to his camera face |
| [04:23.00] | Body language was all zigzag out of shape |
| [04:26.00] | Mismatch downed and waits |
| [04:28.00] | Misspent hours spent sitting spangled in his mountain cave |
| [04:32.00] | Getting paid a thousand pound a day to take the satellites to outer space |
| [04:37.00] | It was a wonderful arrangement |
| [04:39.00] | Especially when the clouds dissipated in the mountain quake |
| [04:43.00] | He liked the visions, saw himself in them |
| [04:46.00] | Bright lights would shimmer in the corners of his mountain cave |
| [04:50.00] | And as the sun began to jutter on the dawn |
| [04:53.00] | And on the seventh day the visions turned to letters and displayed his name |
| [04:58.00] | And that was when he learned his name |
| [05:00.00] | And that was when the verses came |
| [05:03.00] | And that was when the herds of ugly people took put coats |
| [05:06.00] | And tipped their hats |
| [05:08.00] | And neatly strolled way |
| [05:09.00] | Heart thickened as his pulse quickened |
| [05:12.00] | A star swimming in this dark kingdom |
| [05:14.00] | The last cinematic laugh livin' |
| [05:17.00] | A car spinning of a large lizard |
| [05:19.00] | Your brought pinging off an arm with it |
| [05:22.00] | A vast swimin pulling fast rivers |
| [05:25.00] | The mass millings of a half wizard |
| [05:27.00] | The bark trimmings with the mold in them |
| [05:30.00] | A jar brimming with a dark liquid |
| [05:32.00] | A man sinking in this star system |
| [05:35.00] | Come back to Earth Mr. Scissortongue |
| [05:38.00] | The world is waiting for your words |
| [05:41.00] | We have business to attend to |
| [05:44.00] | What' s worse than a simple math equation casting doubt on everything you' ve ever seen as simply untrue |
| [05:51.00] | Watch the pillars start to unboot |
| [05:53.00] | A bit of wisdom for the philistines and vixens |
| [05:57.00] | In a shitty juxtaposition between this life and everything up in that sky that makes the mother in sun move |
| [06:04.00] | We' re all just littering the lunch queue |
| [06:06.00] | Running through the carnage |
| [06:08.00] | Spilling darkness through your sunroof |
| [06:10.00] | Unscrew your simple life |
| [06:12.00] | Pick a prize to run to |
| [06:14.00] | Open up the sewer pipes |
| [06:16.00] | And pick a pipe to lunge through |
| [06:18.00] | The sunlight cast patterns on the streets |
| [06:21.00] | Swings revealing all the sediment that peppering the seasons |
| [06:25.00] | The sediment is very effervescent in this deepness |
| [06:28.00] | It hovers in this city like a hundred thousand bee stings |
| [06:32.00] | Gone are the days of the mountain cave out in space |
| [06:36.00] | And all the scoundrels sat baked waiting down the lane |
| [06:39.00] | Baskin' in the sound of great wells in the fountain spray |
| [06:43.00] | Glance at your watch and realize it' s counting late |
| [06:46.00] | Years amounted in the bounty of your pound of flesh |
| [06:50.00] | Pounding blood around in the vital organs in your treasure chest |
| [06:54.00] | And yet the harness that your swore is sound is but a tangled mess |
| [06:58.00] | Its fraying at the edges till your life is but a drowning mess |
| [07:02.00] | The storm will wash away every little bit of evidence that settles and remains |
| [07:08.00] | It feels like pain and pleasure coexistence in such uneven harmony that nobody is safe |
| [07:14.00] | Two sides shimmer on the same coin |
| [07:17.00] | Spinning in a strange void |
| [07:20.00] | Figures in a rain drop maze |
| [07:23.00] | Two lives littering the grape vines |
| [07:26.00] | Spinning at the same time |
| [07:29.00] | Living where the dust don' t lay |
| [07:32.00] | The storm it washed away every little bit of evidence that settled and remained |
| [07:38.00] | And pain and pleasured battled on in such kinetic harmony that not a single living soul was safe |
| [07:44.00] | Two sides shimmered on the same coin |
| [07:47.00] | Spinning in a strange void |
| [07:50.00] | Figures in a rain drop maze |
| [07:53.00] | Two lives littered every grape vine |
| [07:56.00] | Spinning at the same time |
| [07:59.00] | Living where the dust don' t lay |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Thomas Hawkins |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Robin Legge |
| [00:00.00] | I was woken by the mundane sun rays |
| [00:05.10] | Monday to Sunday |
| [00:06.30] | Mans need curtains in this house |
| [00:08.50] | Less boring |
| [00:09.10] | Saw a little premonition of my day panning out before me |
| [00:13.00] | Clock the drugs meant for snorting |
| [00:15.00] | I was woken by the unpaved, one way |
| [00:18.50] | Ticket to a dumb day, lungs stay awful |
| [00:21.00] | So I settle for one some says dumb mate |
| [00:24.00] | Guzzling the honey in a drug haze portal |
| [00:26.00] | Forming |
| [00:27.50] | Forks in the road |
| [00:29.00] | Walk water to cope in this morbid abode |
| [00:32.00] | Gray organs |
| [00:33.00] | Brains pouring the code from the laws that we wrote with the sticks and the stone |
| [00:38.00] | We launch em, dish em out in big portions |
| [00:41.00] | In the city fitting fittings to the wall blinds |
| [00:44.00] | Whittling the lyrics till they' re forceful, awesome |
| [00:47.00] | Cinematic killings like we' re pissing on the draw bridge |
| [00:50.00] | Two horsemen, ride to the next stop |
| [00:53.00] | Heads pop fast like a kenshiron headlock |
| [00:56.00] | Five second count down, Claire it on your best frock |
| [00:59.00] | Heads nodding heavily like broads in a sex shop |
| [01:02.00] | In the dense locking horns with the fresh crop |
| [01:05.00] | Morbid and let locking thoughts in my despot |
| [01:08.00] | Torn from the flesh till they' re chalking the mess |
| [01:11.00] | And the watery dreads gush gushing from my desktop |
| [01:14.00] | Test |
| [01:15.00] | Mic sounds fresh, yes yes |
| [01:18.00] | Could sound better but it' s bless |
| [01:20.00] | Would sound better if the rapper that was holding it wasn' t such a mess |
| [01:24.00] | But less |
| [01:25.00] | Let' s get a hold of some drugs for a sesh |
| [01:28.00] | And though I down smoke draw but I guess |
| [01:31.00] | If you' re rolling up a fatty on my living room floor it' d be rude to protest |
| [01:36.00] | Stretch out the bedrock, mining for boulders |
| [01:39.00] | Man' s got a fresh crop, glad that they called us |
| [01:42.00] | We got supplies now world is our oyster |
| [01:45.00] | Rack up some lines, now pass me the oysta |
| [01:47.00] | Now that your brains swinging baked in the chemicals |
| [01:51.00] | Reasons for being here are far from subliminal |
| [01:54.00] | We go ten years deep on this planet map |
| [01:57.00] | Why on earth are we sharing this bag of facts now |
| [02:00.00] | Look into your eyes and they' re dark white |
| [02:03.00] | Sort of like a set of sunken planets in the night sky |
| [02:06.00] | Like a set of something terrible to monitor my every move and mannerism present in my past life |
| [02:12.00] | We' re much the same |
| [02:14.00] | Buck that trend |
| [02:15.00] | ing that face |
| [02:17.00] | ing that friend |
| [02:18.00]In the belly of the lumberyard with skit[?] | |
| [02:21.00] | One piece of timber sharing grains in the wood chip |
| [02:24.00] | She' s like a centerfold, I' m like a child |
| [02:27.00] | For some strange reason we click in the drug sheet |
| [02:30.00] | I make her laugh out loud as I walk her to the cashpoint to grab another massive wad of drug paid |
| [02:36.00] | She looks amazing as her nose bleeds |
| [02:39.00] | I look amazed at the scale of this ing fiend |
| [02:42.00] | I grab a tissue and we go deep, no sleep |
| [02:45.00] | Palms full of valium and ing |
| [02:48.00] | The storm will wash away every little bit of evidence that settles and remains |
| [02:54.00] | It feels like pain and pleasure coexistence in such uneven harmony that nobody is safe |
| [03:00.00] | Two sides shimmer on the same coin |
| [03:03.00] | Spinning in a strange void |
| [03:06.00] | Figures in a rain drop maze |
| [03:09.00] | Two lives littering the grape vines |
| [03:12.00] | Spinning at the same time |
| [03:15.00] | Living where the dust don' t lay |
| [03:18.00] | The storm it washed away every little bit of evidence that settled and remained |
| [03:24.00] | And pain and pleasured battled on in such kinetic harmony that not a single living soul was safe |
| [03:30.00] | Two sides shimmered on the same coin |
| [03:33.00] | Spinning in a strange void |
| [03:36.00] | Figures in a rain drop maze |
| [03:39.00] | Two lives littered every grape vine |
| [03:42.00] | Spinning at the same time |
| [03:45.00] | Living where the dust don' t lay |
| [03:48.00] | I was always on the cards |
| [03:50.00] | I dealt the pack and threw the jokers |
| [03:53.00] | In a mix I made of ing and tar |
| [03:56.00] | Apply the formula I applied a dozen times before |
| [04:00.00] | And let her crystal vision turn into a puddle on the floor |
| [04:03.00] | It' s always better when you build a massive force from an immortal that you filter pumble slowly in the jaw |
| [04:10.00] | You' re not that person |
| [04:12.00] | I' m that person |
| [04:13.00] | Raining terror on my face till my retinas are raw |
| [04:16.00] | Stood inside the mirror was a man today |
| [04:19.00] | He features bloody by the beaten that he' d given to his camera face |
| [04:23.00] | Body language was all zigzag out of shape |
| [04:26.00] | Mismatch downed and waits |
| [04:28.00] | Misspent hours spent sitting spangled in his mountain cave |
| [04:32.00] | Getting paid a thousand pound a day to take the satellites to outer space |
| [04:37.00] | It was a wonderful arrangement |
| [04:39.00] | Especially when the clouds dissipated in the mountain quake |
| [04:43.00] | He liked the visions, saw himself in them |
| [04:46.00] | Bright lights would shimmer in the corners of his mountain cave |
| [04:50.00] | And as the sun began to jutter on the dawn |
| [04:53.00] | And on the seventh day the visions turned to letters and displayed his name |
| [04:58.00] | And that was when he learned his name |
| [05:00.00] | And that was when the verses came |
| [05:03.00] | And that was when the herds of ugly people took put coats |
| [05:06.00] | And tipped their hats |
| [05:08.00] | And neatly strolled way |
| [05:09.00] | Heart thickened as his pulse quickened |
| [05:12.00] | A star swimming in this dark kingdom |
| [05:14.00] | The last cinematic laugh livin' |
| [05:17.00] | A car spinning of a large lizard |
| [05:19.00] | Your brought pinging off an arm with it |
| [05:22.00] | A vast swimin pulling fast rivers |
| [05:25.00] | The mass millings of a half wizard |
| [05:27.00] | The bark trimmings with the mold in them |
| [05:30.00] | A jar brimming with a dark liquid |
| [05:32.00] | A man sinking in this star system |
| [05:35.00] | Come back to Earth Mr. Scissortongue |
| [05:38.00] | The world is waiting for your words |
| [05:41.00] | We have business to attend to |
| [05:44.00] | What' s worse than a simple math equation casting doubt on everything you' ve ever seen as simply untrue |
| [05:51.00] | Watch the pillars start to unboot |
| [05:53.00] | A bit of wisdom for the philistines and vixens |
| [05:57.00] | In a shitty juxtaposition between this life and everything up in that sky that makes the mother in sun move |
| [06:04.00] | We' re all just littering the lunch queue |
| [06:06.00] | Running through the carnage |
| [06:08.00] | Spilling darkness through your sunroof |
| [06:10.00] | Unscrew your simple life |
| [06:12.00] | Pick a prize to run to |
| [06:14.00] | Open up the sewer pipes |
| [06:16.00] | And pick a pipe to lunge through |
| [06:18.00] | The sunlight cast patterns on the streets |
| [06:21.00] | Swings revealing all the sediment that peppering the seasons |
| [06:25.00] | The sediment is very effervescent in this deepness |
| [06:28.00] | It hovers in this city like a hundred thousand bee stings |
| [06:32.00] | Gone are the days of the mountain cave out in space |
| [06:36.00] | And all the scoundrels sat baked waiting down the lane |
| [06:39.00] | Baskin' in the sound of great wells in the fountain spray |
| [06:43.00] | Glance at your watch and realize it' s counting late |
| [06:46.00] | Years amounted in the bounty of your pound of flesh |
| [06:50.00] | Pounding blood around in the vital organs in your treasure chest |
| [06:54.00] | And yet the harness that your swore is sound is but a tangled mess |
| [06:58.00] | Its fraying at the edges till your life is but a drowning mess |
| [07:02.00] | The storm will wash away every little bit of evidence that settles and remains |
| [07:08.00] | It feels like pain and pleasure coexistence in such uneven harmony that nobody is safe |
| [07:14.00] | Two sides shimmer on the same coin |
| [07:17.00] | Spinning in a strange void |
| [07:20.00] | Figures in a rain drop maze |
| [07:23.00] | Two lives littering the grape vines |
| [07:26.00] | Spinning at the same time |
| [07:29.00] | Living where the dust don' t lay |
| [07:32.00] | The storm it washed away every little bit of evidence that settled and remained |
| [07:38.00] | And pain and pleasured battled on in such kinetic harmony that not a single living soul was safe |
| [07:44.00] | Two sides shimmered on the same coin |
| [07:47.00] | Spinning in a strange void |
| [07:50.00] | Figures in a rain drop maze |
| [07:53.00] | Two lives littered every grape vine |
| [07:56.00] | Spinning at the same time |
| [07:59.00] | Living where the dust don' t lay |