Lahat Ng Kanta! Leche! Lyrics
Incubus
*Fungus
Amongus :
You Will Be a Hot Dancer
Shaft!
Trouble in 421
Take Me to Your Leader
Medium
Speak Free
The Answer
Sink Beneath the Line
Psychopsilocybin
Hilikus
*S.C.I.E.N.C.E
:
Redefine
Vitamin
New Skin
Idiot Box
Glass
Magic Medicine
A Certain Shade of
Green
Favorite Things
Summer Romance (Anti-Gravity Love Song)
Nebula
Deep Inside
Calgone
*Make YourSelf
Privilege
Nowhere Fast
Consequence
The Warmth
When It Comes
Stellar
Make Yourself
Drive
Clean
Battlestar Scralcahtica
I Miss You
Pardon Me
Out From Under
*Morning View
Nice to Know You
Circles
Wish You Were Here
Just a Phase
11 a.m.
Blood On the Ground
Mexico
Warning
Echo
Have You Ever
Are You In?
Under My Umbrella
Aqueous Transmission
*A Crow Left Of the
Murder
Magalomaniac
A Crow Left of the Murder
Agoraphobia
Talk Shows on Mute
Beware!
Criminal
Sick, Sad Little World
Pistola
Southern Girl
Priceless
Zee Deveel
Made for TV
Movie
Smile Lines
Here in My Room
Leech
*Maximum Incubus
01. The Ebb and Flow
(Intro)
02. Music Is the Key
03. Early Indifference
04. Windows of the World
05. Making
Themselves Heard
06. Raging Onwards
07. The Glory of a Morning View
08. Under the Influence
09. Inside the Shell
10. A New Morning
*When Incubus Attacks
01. Pardon Me
[Acoustic]
02. Stellar [Acoustic]
03. Make Yourself [Acoustic]
04. Crowded Elevator
05.
Favorite Things [Live]
06. Pardon Me [Live]
*Drive
01. Drive
02. Crowded Elevator
03. Stellar [Acoustic]
04. Pardon Me [Acoustic]
05. Drive [Acoustic]
*Privilege
Isn't it strange that a gift could be an
enemy?
Isn't it wierd that a privilege coule feel like a chore?
Maybe it's me but this line isn't going
anywhere, maybe if we looked hard enough, we could find a backdoor.
(Find yourself a backdoor.)
I see you in a
line, dragging you feet you have my sympathy.
The day you were born, you were born free.
That is your
privilege.
Isn't it strange that the man standing in front of me doesn't have a clue why he's waiting, or what he's
waiting for?
Maybe it's me, but I'm sick of wasting energy.
Maybe if I look in my heart I could find that
backdoor.
(Find yourself a backdoor.)
I see you in line, dragging your feet you have my sympathy.
The day you
were born, you were born free.
That is your privilege.
*Nowhere Fast
Will I ever get to where I'm
going?
Will I ever follow through with what I had planned.
I guess it's possible that I have been a bit distracted
and the direvetions for me are a lot less in demand.
Will I ever get to where I am going?
If I do, will I know when
I am there.
If the wind blew me in the right directions would I even care?
I would.
I take a look around;
it's evident the scene has changed.
And there are times when I feel improved upon the past.
Then there are times
when I can't seem to understand at all and yes it seems that I'm going nowhere... really fucking
fast.
*Consequence
Blink and you miss a beat.
Keep one of your eyes open at all times.
Think
that your're on the brink?
The shit hasn't even begun to hit the fan.
Consequence you'll see will be strangeer
than a gang of drunken mimes.
Situation has a stink.
Better clear the air before your son becomes a
man.
Blink.
Everything's been augmented, you've been left so far behind.
Think, for sure, next time you
should wear a pair of eyes in the back of your head.
Consequence you've seen has been stranger thansci-fi of any
kind.
Situation baffles me.
I guess it's true you too are one of the walking dead.
You better think
fast!
'Cause you never know what's coming around the bend.
You better not blink.
Consequence is a bigger
word than you think.
It's bigger than you or me.
*The Warmth
I'd like to close my eyes and go
numb but there's a cold wind coming from the top of the highest high-rise today.
It's not a breeze 'cause it blows
hard Yes and it wants me to discard the humanity I know, watch the warmth blow away.
Do you think I should adhere to
that pressing new frontier? and leave in my wake a trail of fear(?)
Or should I hold my head up high and throw a wrench
in spokes by leaving the air behind me clear?
Don't let the world bring you down Not everyone here is that fucked up
and cold.
Remember why you came and while you're alive experience the warmth before you grow old.
*When It
Comes
It's comin' around again they're letting it out again, again.
It's comin' around again they're letting
it out again, again.
When it comes, It comes abrupt.
When it feels, it feels like trading brains with an
imbecile... for real.
Yes I feel emphatic about not being static and not buying philosophies that are sold to me, at a
steal.
Just when you thought it was safe to think, in comes mental piracy!
What I'm looking for cannot be sold to
me.
I wish they all would stop trying 'cause what I want and what I need, is and will always be free.
It's
comin' around again they're letting it out again, again.
It's comin' around again they're letting it out
again.
When it comes, it comes unannounced.
And it feels like a matador is taunting me wih his reddist red cloth
and I am the bull.
Yes I feel emphatic about not being static and not eating the bullshit that's being fed to me no
more... 'cause now I'm full.
Just when you thought it was safe to think, in comes mental piracy!
What I'm
looking for cannot be sold to me.
I wish they all would stop trying, 'cause what I want and what I need, is and will
always be free.
*Stellar
Meet me in outer space.
We could spend the night; watch the earth come
up.
I've grown tired of this place; won't you come with me?
We could start again.
How do you do
it?
Make me feel like I do.
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew.
Meet me in outer
space.
I will hold you close, if you're afraid of heights.
I need you to see this place, it might be the only way
that I can show you how it feels to be inside of you.
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do.
How do you do
it?
It's better than I ever knew.
You are stellar.
*Make Yourself
If I hadn't made me, I
would've been made somehow.
If I hadn't assembled myself, I'dve fallen apart by now.
If I hadn't made me, I'd
be more inclined to bow
Powers that be would have swallowed me up, but that's more than I can allow.
If you let
them make you, they'll make you papier-mache.
At a distance you're strong, until the wind comes then you crumble and
blow away.
If you let them fuck you, there will be no foreplay.
But rest assured, they'll screw you complete 'til
your ass is blue and grey.
You should make amends with you.
If only for better health.
But if you really want
to live, why not try and Make Yourself?
If I hadn't made me, I'dve fallen apart by now.
I won't let 'em make
me, it's more than I can allow.
So when I make me, I won't be papier-maché.
And if I fuck me... I'll fuck me in
my own way.
You should make amends with you.
If only for better health.
But if you really want to live, why
not try and Make Yourself?
Make yourself.
*Drive
Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging
clear.
And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer.
It's driven me
before, and it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal.
But lately I am beginning to find out that I should be the
one behind the wheel.
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes.
So if I decide to
waiver my chance to be one of the hive will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive?
It's driven me before
and it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around.
But lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself my
light is found.
So whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes.
Yeh.
Would you kill
the Queen to crush the hive?
Would you choose water over wine.... hold the wheel and drive?
*Clean
Today, everything was fine.
Until roundabout, quarter to nine
I suddenly found myself in a
bind.
Was it something I said?
Something I read and manifested that's getting you down.
DOn't you dare come
to bed with that ambiguous look in your eye, I'd sonner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried.
Say what you will, say
what you mean.
You could never offend, your dirty words come out clean.
Tomorrow, what price will I pay?
Could
I make it all up to you by serving coffee for two in bed?
Would you then gimme the time of day?
I need a map of
your head, translated into English so I can learn to not make you frown.
You'd feel better if you'd vent, put your
frustrations into four letter words annd let them out on mine, the most weathered ears in town.
So say what you will,
say what you mean.
you could never offend, your dirty words come out clean.
*Battlestar
Scralachtica
(Instrumental)
*I Miss You
To see you, when I wake
up is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do is a three-fold utopian
dream.
You do something to me that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line if I said, I miss you.(?)
I see
your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days, but already I'm
wastin away.
I know I'll see you again whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care and I miss you.
*Pardon Me
A decade ago I never thought I would be, at twenty three, on the verge of spontaneous
combustion.
Woe-is-me.
But I guess that it comes with the territory; an ominous landscape of never ending
calamity.
I need you to hear.
I need you to see that I have had all I can take and exploding seems like a definate
possibility to me.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world and it's people's
mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me.... I'll never be the
same.
Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book and I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees.
I
said, "I can relate, " 'cause lately I've been thinking of combustation as a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the
planet earth.
Like gravity, hypocricy, and the perils of being in 3-D... and thinking so much differently.
So
pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of this world, and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon
me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me... I'll never be the same.
*Out From
Under
To resist is to piss in the wind.
Anyone who does will end up smelling.
Knowing this, why do I
defy?
Because my inner voice is yelling.
There is a fist pressing against anyone who thinks something
compelling.
Our intuit we're taught to deny, abd our soul we're told is for selling.
Get out from under them
resist and multiply.
Get out from under precipice abd see the sky!
Get out from under them resist, unlearn,
defy!
Get out from under precipice and see the sky!
*You Will Be a Hot Dancer (ASCAP
#550196322)
Damn, this situation's new to me, why?
I see a head afraid to be himself, I bet he'd like to have a
little encouragement from the opposite, come that side of the floor...Yes!
Egg him along, make him feel at ease with
himself, steal his clothes, leave him his shoes, let's get this marmaduke naked!
Make him feel at ease, let's get this
marmaduke naked so lose your head and go to pieces....
Don't you make fun of me... don't you make fun of me! I'm
gonna be, gonna be, I'm gonna be a hot dancer!
Oohh... now that the basics are down, converse amongst
yourselves.
But, keep an eye out for the next complication.
In other words, grab the next motherfucking marmaduke,
who refuses to submit to these pelvic ostentations.
I can't wait until the syllables bend.
Let's get this
marmaduke naked, let's get this marmaduke naked...so lose your head and go to pieces!
Don't you make fun of
me...don't you make fun of me!
I'm gonna be, gonna be, I'm gonna be a hot dancer!
*Shaft!
Who am
I?
I am I.
Who are you?
You are me!
Why can't I get it straight?
No!
Why can't I see it
straight?
Shaft!
We can't let you, we can't let you go.
Shaft! Shaft! Shaft Shaft!
I'll get a new one,
then!
I take a look, look around, gas limited.
I take a look around, I tell myself I'll live again!
Why
can't I get it straight?
No!
Why can't I see it straight?
Shaft!
We can't let you, we can't let you
go.
Up until this day; I took a look, look around, gas limited.
Up until this day; I take a look around, I tell
myself I'll live again!
Shaft.... where's Lorena when we need her?
*Trouble in 421 (ASCAP
#500563591)
The evening began as a positive soirée
and my abode was 4-2-0 G.
But little did I know that in
the very next apartment
there'd be trouble on the brew for me!
Ubiquitous I wish I could be
because the
clock cuts short my own day!
One hundred things to do before I rest my sore ass
upon the cushion that supports my
array!
Can this be?
Trouble!!!
So if I may, slip you a tip.
You'd best stay away from 4-2-1.
Trouble!!!
So get high the green way.
So get by the green way...yes!
I knocked upon their door
in hopes of bidding them their welcome
and instead I was caught by an eye.
His pupil was wide open
kinda like a liquor barn at 3:00.
It was indoubadoubly dose derived.
It was then that they took me
and shined their light between my eyes.
He said "What are ya new?
Why are you here? What's the catch?
Why not explain in clear? Why you're peakin' around?!"
I wish I could've just kept to my own.
My
hospitality has been too well spent and I've paid my rent!
I should've kept my thoughts, on who might've been inside
so that my mind could sit and delude my pride!
I beg my common sense to keep my
neighbor out away from my
front door
until i find a way
to hide myself from those in 4-2-1.......one
..one away from the good one.
*Take Me to Your Leader
What if your brain, unexpectedly and suddenly, picked out things to flip around and
view a lot differently?
What if blue sky, all of a sudden turned a purple hue?
We would shit a brick the size of
all of it... what if?
What if I was just dreaming?
What if I lived in a pear?
What if my watch read 4:20 every
hour, every day?
You can bet your dollar I'd be happy!
I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my
pain.
Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy!
What if mothballs, hangin' around too close to microwaves,
suddenly woke up and said, "Take me to your leader or die by the fly guy!
He'll push ya' out, no wings
attatched!"
Just do as I say, no mistake, he'll blow away.
What if I was just dreaming?
What if I lived in a
pear?
What if I had a mustard drenched cucumber tied to my leg and I did not want my pants to get dirty?
What if
this, what if that?!
Go!
I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain.
Take me to your leader or die by
the fly guy!
I forgot to remember....PAIN!
My pain!
Forgot to inject my... cocaine!
Forgot to apply my
rogaine!
Forgot to remember... my pain!
I never think, I never thought, oh maybe I'm insane!
I think I like
being way the fuck outa' my brain!
I forgot to remember; I forgot to remember my pain.
Take me to your leader or
die by the fly guy!
*Medium
Medium, medium.
Waking up I smell the scent of coffee on the brew,
and I think about the amount of the sweet,
I'd like to have in my cup today.
One for the two lump, three
lump, four.
No half of one, no less no more.
Just give me a chance, let me make it mine.
I'd like a medium
blend of that piece of pie.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... Medium.
Just enough to start my beat... Medium.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... Medium.
Just enough to start my beat... Medium.
Dinner time just rolls
around,
and I think I crave a steak but,
I'm not too partial to the meat,
when it's cooked too long and
I'm made to wait.
Not too much of the parsely,
and just enough of the spice.
I think I'd enjoy a
medium-rare dish with a side of fries.
Not too tender, not too tough... Medium.
Not too little, just enough...
Medium.
Not too tender, not too tough... Medium.
Not too little, just enough... Medium.
Medium. Medium.
Medium. Medium. Just a medium. Medium.
Come Thursday morning, I smell the pits, but hey, they ain't that bad.
I
could've sworn I'd be less reek if I scrubbed like a good lad.
I like to stink just a little bit,
just to keep
you on your toes yes.
The more I stink the more I think,
that you smell like a rose.
Not too pleasant, not
too bad... Medium.
Just enough to hug my dad... Medium.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... Medium.
Just
enough to hug my dad... Medium.
Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium.
***Some lyrics to this song
are argued, frequently, so I have made those lyrics appear in blue. I have put them up to show that they are disputed,
because I had a VERY rude girl e-mail me demanding that what I had up was wrong. She was rude, even though I actually agreed
with her...The point wasn't that I thought she was wrong, the point was that her opinion had no more basis than the opinion
of anyone else. I think you should listen to the song and decide, for yourself (Make [an opinion for] Yourself, so to
speak).***
*Speak Free
You took our lives away to increase your self esteem.
An underlie in the public
eye. You're dubbed insane if and when you try to speak your mind...IN YOUR OWN WAY!
Ignore the past and... SPEAK FREE!
You smashed glass eyes just to say, "It all is all that I need."
What you see is a reflection of my choice and
what it means to me.
Trapped in your cell.
A mindless plot against own eyes to simplify your hell!
Just
ease my pain!
*The Answer
(MMMMmmmmmmmm........ hemp?!)
Step outside the bounds and take a big look at
the times we live in.
Who appointed you?
You're just an avid image on my screen.
So take your bias point
of view away from my organic institution.
And now we D.A.R.E. to think for ourselves!
The answer's waiting
content.
(Look into your mind and guide.)
The answer's clear as day open your eyes!
Now kill me.
You
killed the very thing that keeps us hanging on to our dear lives.
So, in a sense you bit the hand that feeds us
just to kill your prophet now.
And with the coming generation at the torn seems; this is what you call
progress???
I call it shame!
The answer's waiting content.
(Look into your mind and guide.)
The
answers clear as day open your eyes!
Now kill me.
What his law says.
What his law says.
What his law
says may not be the stepping stone for you!
You killed the very thing that keeps us hanging on to our dear lives!
*Psychopsilocybin
Psychopsilocybin runnin horny muther fucker.
Trippin on his shoelace, searchin for
the hairy sucker.
He dont need no funny money, his love is all his power.
Half-naked and full witted, and two
weeks less a shower!
You'll see me, I'll be there, with my nose in the grass!
One for me, one for you.
Two for me, one for you.
Three for me, one for you.
End of the sack, now the fungi's they are bloom.
*Sink Beneath the Line (ASCAP #491360328)
Solstice sun it sank beneath the line and the commoners were...
drunken upon the hillside or so the story goes.
I guess she followed along so she could... watch their games!
Sink beneath the line little girl.
Peak above the shrine them commoners were.
Harvest moon it peaked above
the shrine and the crawlers emerged multitudious!
Silly girl she sat upon their doorway just poppin a squat!
That's when she... felt the squirms.
My underpants!
All I know is that she wanted to be part of the crowd.
I could've told her she was welcome here, anywhere!
But instead she combed the outskirts lookin inside and then
she sat upon a bughill.
This was when things started to get rough.
An army-o-de-pinchers climbed their creepy
ways right inside her 5-0-1 cut-offs and her skin took on a hue of a chemical unknown to me thats right!
They were
biting her beneath the line.
She was a sitting on atop their shrine.
I wish I could've warned her!
"She
should've worn underpants!
There's bugs crawling everywhere and shit, I can't believe it!"
*Hilikus
About a hundred years ago now, thought I was left for dead.
Sililoquy, she was my...A picture,
a wake, my metamorphic friend.
So then I fell in love with an irony named life, it taught me this from that and...a
picture, a wake, you're gonna be hilikus.
History has a tendency to block out the popular beliefs about the leaders of
the time, so glisten with my syllables and ponder the thought, maybe they should have had to dedicate more to it,
go!
You've got to be, So good to be, You've go to be HILIKUS!
So I took a walk outside with my new found friend
and the knowledge imbibe.
I figured I'd find another with the same attitude, yes, then maybe i could talk to someone
other than myself!
The doors are now swinging wide open, a positive attitude and the ilk in my pocket had a lot to do
with my new found friend, the hilikus.
History has a tendency to block out the popular beliefs about the leaders of the
time, so glisten wiht my syllable and ponder the thought, maybe they should have had to dedicate more to it.
You've got
to be, So good to be, You've go to be HILIKUS!
Redefine
Imagine your brain as a canister
filled with ink,
Yeah, now think of your body as the pen where the ink resides.
Fuse the two; KAPOW! What are you
now?
You're the human magic marker, won't you please surprise my eyes?!
It's in your nature, you can paint
whatever picture you like.
No matter what Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight.
So modify this third rock from the
sun,
By painting myriads of pictures with the colors of one.
I'm sick of painting in black and white
My pen
is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself to fit your defintion.
Picture the scene, where whatever you
thought,
Would, in the blink of an eye, manifest and become illustrated.
You'd be sure man that every line drawn
reflected a lite that you loved
Not an existence that you hated.
So, must we demonstrate that we can't get it
straigt?
We've painted a picture, now we're drowning in the paint.
Let's figure out what the fuck it's
about,
Before the picture we painted chews us up and spits us out.
I'm sick of painting in black and white
My
pen is dry now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself
To fit your defintion.
Redefine.
Vitamin
I'm born
I'm alive
I breathe.
In a moment or two I realize, that the
sphere
Upon which I reside,
Is asleep on its feet.
Should I go back to sleep?
We orbit the sun
I
grow up
My open eyes see...
A zombified, somnabulist society.
Leaving us as vitamins for the
Hibernating
human animal.
Do you see what I mean?
You stare at me like I'm a vitamin.
On the surface you hate,
But
you know you need me.
I'll come dressed as any pill you dreem fit.
Whatever helps you swallow the truth
All
the more easily.
And I wonder, will you digest me?
Into the sleep machine I won't plug in.
In fact I'd
rather die before I will comply.
To you, my friend, I write the reason I still live,
'Cause in my mind it's
set;
The vitamin is ripe to give.
Coming closer to another 2000 years;
You and I will pry the closed eye of
the sleep machine.
New Skin
At first I see an open wound
Infected and disastrous.
It breaths
chaotic catastrophe,
It cries to be renewed.
Its tears are the color of anger,
They dry to form a
scab.
To the touch, it's stiff and resilient,
Underneath, the new skin breaths.
As outwardly cliché as it may
seem,
Yes, something under thesurface says, "C'est la vie."
It is a circle, there is a plan,
Dead skin will
atrophy itself to start again.
Look past that open wound,
See past what covers the surface.
Underneath chaotic
catastrophe,
Creation takes the stage.
It's all been saved,
With the exception for the right parts.
When
will we be new skin?
It's all been seen,
With the exception for what could be.
When will we be new
skin?
Fallacious cognitious
spewed from televisions
Do Mold our decisions.
So stop and take a
look
And you'll see what I see now.
Idiot Box
You keep your riches and I'll sew my
stitches,
You can't make me think like you, mundane.
I've got a message for all those who think that
they
Can etch his words inside my brain.
T.V. what do I need?
Tell me who to believe!
What's the use of
autonomy
When a button does it all?
So listen up, glisten up closely all,
Who've seen the fuckin' eye ache
too.
It's time to step away from cable train.
Amd when we finally see the subtle light,
This quirk in
evolution will begin
To let us live and recreate.
T.V. what do I need?
Tell me who to believe!
What's
the use of autonomy
When a button does it all?
T.V. what should I see?
Tell me who should I be?
Let's do
our mom a favor and drop
A new god off a wall.
Let me see past the fatuous knocks,
I've gotta rid myself of
this idiot box!
Let you see past the feathers and flocks
And help me plant a bomb in this idiot box!
From the
depths of the seas
To the tops of the trees
To the seat of a lazy boy...
Staring at a silver screen!
Glass
If I had a dime for every time you walked away,
I could afford to not give a shit
and buy a
drink and drown the day.
But your pockets, they are empty,
Yeh, and mine are times two.
So why not make an
about-face,
And accept the love I send to you?
You're never gonna be content if you don't try,
To see
outside your line.
There you go, you did it again!
You act as if there's blinders on your eyes.
Should I
appologize if what I say burns your ears and stains your eyes?!
Oh, did I crack your shell?
When it falls away
you'll see we exist as well!
Like a bottle with the cork stuck,
You're true ingredients are trapped up
inside.
Through the cloudy glass we catch a glimpse of you.
I guess the hard shell represents your pride.
Oh,
if only it could be different,
We could uncover the you, you deny.
Between two, a small discrepancy,
One
complicates and one simplifies.
TAKE THOSE FUCKING BLINDERS OFF YOUR EYES!!
So if I had a dime for every time you
walked away,
You could bet your bottom dollar that
I'd be filthy rich by noon today.
Magic
Medicine
(Instrumental)
A Certain Shade of Green
A certain shade
of green,
tell me, is that what you need?
All signs around say move ahead.
Could someone please explain to
me your ever present lack of speed?
Are your muscles bound by ropes?
Or do crutches cloud your day?
My
sources say the road is clear,
and street signs point the way.
Are you gonna stand around till 2012 A.D.?
What are you waiting for,
A certain shade of green?
I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate.
What are you waiting for,
A certain shade of green?
Would a written invitation signed, "Choose now or lose
it all," sedate your hesitation?
Or inflame and make you stall?
You've been raised in limitation, but that glove
never fit quite right.
The time has come for hand-me-downs, choose anew, please evolve, take flight
What are you
waiting for?
A written invitation?
A public declaration?
A private consolation?
Favorite
Things
I'm thinking of my soul's sovereignty,
And I know everything you hate in me.
Fill me up with
over-pious badgerings,
To throw them up, oh, one of my favorite things.
Remember all the lessons fed to me?
Me
the young sponge, so ready to agree.
Years have gone; I recognize the walking dead,
Now aware that I'm alive and
way ahead.
Too bad the things that make you mad
Are my favorite things.
And I'm so happy
I see you
looking, I know that you're thinking
that I'll never go anywhere.
The things that I've done and the
things
That I've seen, I don't really expect you to care.
Summer Romance (Anti-Gravity Love
Song)
I'm home alone tonight.
Full moon illuminates my room, and sends my mind aflight.
I think I was
dreaming up some thought that were seemingly possible...with you.
So I call you on the tin can phone.
We rendezvous
at a quarter-two, and make sure we're alone.
I may have found a way for you and I to finally fly free.
When we get
there, we're gonna go so far away.
Making sure to laugh; while we experience anti-gravity.
For years, I kept it to
myself.
Now potentialities are abound, and sleeping under my shelf.
Simply choose your destination from the diamond
canopy, and we'll be there.
So I call you on the tin can phone.
We rendezvous at quarter-two, and make sure
alone.
I may have found the way for you and I to finally be free.
Nebula
Disconnect and let me
drift,
Until my upside down is right side in.
Society must let the artist go,
To wander off into the
nebula.
Upon return, I conjure what was seen.
I let it pulse and boil within my limbs.
I lay my pencil to the
porous page,
And let my lunatic indulge itself.
Wander off into your nebula, see your nectarine
of
multiplicity cum like orgasmatron on overdrive!
Wander in off into your nebula, see your nectarine
of
electricity is ripe and on a vine, so pick your prize!
Do you enhoy your sight inside?
In little, black
book do I confide.
Deep Inside
It's 3 o'clock,
And we ask ourselves,
"Where are we now?"
It
seems we've wondered out of bounds again!
(Over and over, we ask ourselves why we don't utilize
Things that are
stored deep inside our brains!)
I'm on my own and I can't see straight!
Am I so stoned that I can't see
straight?
Man, I've got to find my way back home
But I'm too deep inside.
It's 4 o'clock
And we ask
ourselves,
"Where did we go wrong?
We passed my house at least an hour ago!"
Over and over, we ask ourselves
why
Don't we utilize things
that are stored inside our brains!
I'm on my own and I can't see
straight?
Am I sooo stoned that I can't see straight?
It's 5 o'clock
and we tell ourselves.
"We need
to get home!
The sun is creeping overhead again!"
I'm way too deep inside to go home... I've got to get sane!
Calgone
Oh my way home, police car pulled me over.
After they left, I puttered out of
gas.
'Triple-A' came, but my card was expired!
I had to walk home, and of course, it rained half the time.
I
tried to get some shut-eye, then I was abducted!
They put cold things in my butt.
They sampled a bit of my
D.N.A.
They left me on top of my sheets,
I dreamt I went potty, then woke up drenched in me.
I got up to toss
my soiled sheets,
the hallway was dark, and I stubbed my big toe.
It was then that I seensed the irony (burning in
me),
Then I head a voice say,
"Come sail abord the S.S. Nepenthe!"
I suppose I'm to blame for getting pulled
over.
I guess I'm the culprit for running out of gas.
Let's assume I'm the guy who didn't pay his 'Triple-A'
fee.
In actuality, I let the zetas probe me.
Yesterday was my fault.
I let negativity get the better of
me.
Thank goodness for the bathtubs and suds!
They temporarily set free this quandary
Nice to Know
You
Better than watching Gellar bending silver spoons
Better than witnessing newborn nebulaes in bloom
She who
sees from up high smiles and surely sings
Perspective pries your once weighty eyes and it gives you wings
I
haven't felt the way I feel today
In so long it's hard for me to specify
I'm beginning to notice how much this
feels
Like a waking limb, pins and needles, nice to know you
Goodbye, nice to know you
Goodbye, nice to know
you
Deeper than the deepest Cousteau would ever go
And higher than the heights of what we often think we
know
Blessed she who clearly sees the wood for the trees
To obtain a birds eye is to turn a blizzard to a
breeze
I haven't felt the way I feel today
In so long it's hard for me to specify
I'm beginning to notice
how much this feels
Like a waking limb, pins and needles, nice to know you
Goodbye, nice to know you
Goodbye,
nice to know you
So could it be that it has been there all along?
Circles
You saw me lost and
treading water
I looked pathetic
I looked as helpless as a stinger without a bee
But underneath my
presentation, yea
I knew the walls were coming down
And the stones that fell were aiming away from me
Hey what
would it mean to you
To know that it'll come back around again
Hey whatever it means to you
Know that
everything moves in circles
I saw you standing in my headlights (blink, blink, blink)
I thought I'd run you down
for the weight you left on me
Instead I pushed rewind, reversed and drove away
And seeing you disappear in my
rearview
Brought to me the word reciprocity
Hey what would it mean to you
To know that it'll come back around
again
Hey whatever it means to you
Know that everything moves in circles
Round and round we go
Who
would've known it'd end so well
We fall on and we fall off existential carousel
Wish You Were
Here
I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket
I lean
against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment I am happy...happy
I wish you were
here
I lay my head into the sand
The sky resembles a backlit canopy with holes punched in it
I'm counting
UFO's
I signal them with my lighter
And in this moment I am happy...happy
I wish you were here
The
world's a roller coaster and I am not strapped in
Maybe I should hold with care but my hands are busy in the
air
Just a Phase
I am bottled, fizzy water and you are shaking me up
You are a fingernail running
down the chalkboard I thought I left in third grade
Now my only consolation is that this could not last
forever
Even though you're singing and thinking how well you've got it made
Who are you? When will you be
through?
Yea it's just a phase...it will be over soon
Yea it's just a phase...yea it's just a....phase
Call
it women's intuition, but I think I'm onto something here
Temporaryism has been the black plague and the Jesus of our
age
I know I sound opinionated, maybe biased and quite possibly jaded
But sooner than later they'll be throwing
quarters at you on stage
Who are you? When will you be through?
Yea it's just a phase...it will be over
soon
Yea it's just a phase...yea it's just a....phase and I'm waiting for it to be over
too
11am
Seven a.m.
The garbage truck beaps as it backs up
And I start my day thinking about what
I've thrown away
Could I push rewind?
The credits traverse, signifying the end
But I missed the best
part
Could we please go back to start?
Forgive my indecision
Then again, you're always first when no one's
on your side
But then again, a day will come when I want off that ride
Eleven a.m.
By now you would think that
I would be up
But my bedsheets shade the heat of choices I've made
And what did I find?
I never thought I
could want someone so much
Cause now you're not here and I'm knee deep in that old fear
Forgive my
indecision
I am only a man
Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side
But then again, a day
will come when I want off that ride
Twelve p.m. and my dusty telephone rings
Heavy head up from my pillow, who
could it be?
I hope it's you
Blood On the Ground
I don't want to talk to you anymore
I'm afraid
of what I might say
I bite my tongue everytime you come around
Cause blood in my mouth beats blood on the
ground
Hand over my heart I swear I've tried everything I could
Within all my power two weeks and one hour
I
slaved and now I've got nothing to show
Oh if only you'd grow taller than a brick wall
From now on I'm gonna
start holding my breath
When you come around and you flex that fake grin
Cause something inside of me has said more
than twice
That breathing less air beats breathing you at all
I don't want to talk to you anymore
I'm afraid
of what I might say
I bite my tongue everytime you come around
Cause blood in my mouth beats blood on the
ground
Hand over my mouth I'm earning the right to my silence
In quiet discerning between ego and timing
Good
judgement is once again proving to me that it's
Still worth it's weight in gold
From now on I'm gonna be so much
more wary
When you start to speak and my warm blood starts to boil
That seeing you is like pulling teeth
And
hearing your voice is like chewing tin foil
I don't want to talk to you anymore
I'm afraid of what I might
say
I bite my tongue everytime you come around
Cause blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground
High fives to
a better judgement
By saying less today I will gain more
Low twos to you my fickle friend
Who brought the art
of silent war
Mexico
You could see me reaching
So why couldn't you have met me half way?
You
could see me bleeding
And you would not put pressure on the wound
You only think about yourself...you only think
about yourself
You better bend before I go
On the next train to Mexico
You could see my breathing
But you
still kept your hand over my mouth
You could feel me seething
But you just turned your nose up in the air
You
only think about yourself...you only think about yourself
You better bend before I go
On the next train to
Mexico
Warning
Bat your eyes girl
Be otherworldly
Count your blessings
Seduce a
stranger
What's so wrong with
Being happy
Kudos to those who
See through sickness
When she woke in
the morning
She knew that her life had passed her by
And she called out a warning
Don't ever let life pass
you by
I suggest we
Learn to love ourselves before it's
Made illegal
When will we learn?
When will
we change?
Just in time to
See it all fall down
Those left standing...will make millions
Writing books on
the way it should have been
When she woke in the morning
She knew that her life had passed her by
And she
called out a warning
Don't ever let life pass you by
Floating in this
Cosmic jacuzzi
We are like frogs
oblivious
To the water
Starting to boil
No one flinches
We all float face down
When she woke in the
morning
She knew that her life had passed her by
And she called out a warning
Don't ever let life pass you
by
Echo
There's something about the look in your eyes
Something I noticed when the light was just
right
It reminded me twice that I was alive
And it reminded me that you're so worth the fight
My biggest fear
will be the rescue of me
Strange how it turns out that way
Could you show me dear...something I've not
seen?
Something infinitely interesting
There's something about the way you move
I see your mouth in slow
motion when you sing
More subtle than something, someone contrives
Your movements echo that I have seen the real
thing
Your biggest fear will be the rescue of you
Strange how it turns out that way
Could you show me
dear...something I've not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
Have You Ever
To get up and walk
away would be too easy
So stay and stand your ground, just watch your mouth with me
On the back of every right
there's a wrong looming
So here you and I should tread as soft as these razor blades for boots will let be
Have
you ever tried to step in my shoes
Have you ever tried to balance on that beam
And if you ever tried to step in my
shoes
They'll never be quite as soft as they seemed
(Thought) Unabashed honesty would be ideal
But a prophet
did once say that honesty is a lonely word
So where do we go from here...abandon ship now
My problem is you make me
melt and I don't want to be frozen anymore
Have you ever tried to step in my shoes
Have you ever tried to balance
on that beam
And if you ever tried to step in my shoes
They'll never be quite as soft as they seemed
Have you
ever...have you ever tried to
I have never...I have never tried to
Have you ever tried to step in my
shoes
Have you ever tried to balance on that beam
And if you ever tried to step in my shoes
They'll never be
quite as soft as they seemed
Are You In?
It's so much better
When everyone is in are you
in
It's so much better
When everyone is in are you in
Ooooh..............Are you in?
It's so much
better
When everyone is in are you in
It's so much easier
When seafoam green is in
fashion
Ooooh..............Are you in?
Are you...are you...........
Everybody in...........
Under
My Umbrella
When I close my eyes
I can see for miles
There's comfort in my dark seat
And chaos in the
aisles
These eyes are not your eyes
And these eyes are not the color that
Your arid eyes might be
No, I
was not around
When those eyes of yours decided so
I refuse to kneel before the sights you choose to see
When
I close my eyes
I remember how to smile
Under my umbrella
I'm and accomplished exile
These eyes are not
your eyes
And these eyes are not the color that
Your arid eyes might be
No, I was not around
When those
eyes of yours decided so
I refuse to kneel before the sights you choose to see
If this is right, I'd rather be
wrong
If this is sight, I'd rather be blind
Aqeuous Transmission
I'm floating down a
river
Oars freed from their holes long ago
Lying face up on the floor of my vessel
I marvel at the
stars
And feel my heart overflow
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the
river
Further down the river
Two weeks without my lover
I'm in this boat alone
Floating down a river
named 'emotion'
Will I make it back to shore
Or drift into the unknown
Floating down the river
I'm
building an antenna
Transmissions will be sent when I am through
Maybe we'll meet again further down the
river
And share what we both discovered...
Then revel in the view
Further down the
river
Megalomaniac
I hear you on the radio
You permeate my screen
Its' unkind
but,
If I met you in a scissor fight
I'd cut off both your wings
On principle alone
Hey
megalomaniac!
You're no Jesus!
Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis!
Wash your hands clean of yourself,
baby
And step down, step down!
If I were your appendages
I'd hold open your eyes
So you'd
see
That all of us are heaven sent
And there was never meant to be only one
To be only one
Hey
megalomaniac!
You're no Jesus!
Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis!
Wash your hands clean of yourself,
baby
And step down, step down!
You're no Jesus
You're not Elvis
You're no answer
Hey
megalomaniac!
You're no Jesus!
Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis!
Wash your hands clean of yourself,
baby
And step down, step down!
A Crow Left of the Murder
Unlearn Me
Ditch what I
read
Behind what I heard
Look. Find. Free.
Yet! Do You get it yet?
Do You get it?!
From
here on it's instinctual
Even straight roads meander
Every piece contains a map of it all!
It
all!
Evidence
In the march of the air
Pulse of the sea
Look. Find. Free.
Yet! Do You get
it yet?
Do You get it?!
From here on it's instinctual
Even straight roads meander
Every piece
contains a map of it all!
It all!
Out of the line (and) indivisible
A crow left of the murder
Every
piece contains a map of it all!
It all!
Everything I wanted to know
Everything I wanted to
see
Unlearn Me
Do You get it yet?
Look, Find, Free
Do you get it
yet?
Agoraphobia
Two people touching lips
Hands on each other's hips
Nothing else in
the world but one another
The 42nd floor
On a distant shore
I wonder how we've strayed so far from
this
Remember when we were
Just flesh and bone
You sir may have forgotten how good your world can
be
So, put down your hollow tips
And kiss your lovers lips
And know that fate is what we make of
it
Please end this, please end this
Before this ends us, ends us
I wanna stay inside
I wanna
stay inside for good
I wanna stay inside
For good
I read the news today
And everything they
say
Just makes me want to stay inside and wait
But the better part of me knows
That waiting in the
throws
Is on par with reading with my eyes closed
"What Can I do?", You say
"It's just another
day
In the life of Apes with ego trips"
Put down your hollow tips
And kiss your lover's lips
And
know that fate is what we make of it
Please end this, please end this
Before this ends us, ends
us
I wanna stay inside
I wanna stay inside for good
I wanna stay inside
For good
I'm
gonna stay inside
I'm gonna stay inside for good
I'm gonna stay inside
For Good
I wanna stay
inside
I wanna stay inside for good
I wanna stay inside
Don't want to stay inside for
good
Talk Shows on Mute
Take a bow
Pack on powder
Wash 'em out with buzzing
lights
Pay an audience to care
'Impress me' personality
Still and transfixed
The electric sheep
are dreaming of your face
Enjoy you from the chemical
Comfort all America
Come one, come all
Into
nineteen-eightyfour
Yeah, three, two, one...
Lights! camera! transaction!
Quick, Your time is almost
up
Make 'em forget that they're the moth
Edging in towards the flame
Burn into obscurity
Still
and transfixed
The electric sheep but dreaming up your fate
We judge you from the card castle
Comfort all
America
Come one, come all
Into nineteen-eightyfour
Yeah, three, two, one...
Lights! camera!
transaction!
Your foundation is canyoning
Fault lines should be worn with pride
I hate to say it
But you're so much more
You're so much more endearing with the sound turned off
Beware!
Criminal
You crawl in bed, it's 3am
You smell of wine and cigarettes
A butterfly under the glass
You are beautiful
But you're not going anywhere
We do the same thing every night
I swear I've
heard this song before
A swimmer who has seen a shark
I should really be more wary of the water
You
came, you saw, you conquered
Everyone
And I'm left here guessing
Oh, what went wrong?
Yeah, I'm
down
But not out, and far from done
Hey all! Beware criminal
A prism with an intellect
You
throw your light selectivly
You stole my glow, a seasoned thief
The blacks of my eyes are turning into
opals
Today, I walk
There's nothing here left for me but empty promises
And the thought of all the
things I'm never getting back
You came, you saw, you conquered
Everyone
And I'm left here
guessing
What went wrong?
Yeah, I'm down
But not out, and far from done
Hey all! Beware
criminal
Did you think I wouldn't notice?
Did you really think I wouldn't care?
Did you think I
wouldn't notice?
Did you really think I wouldn't care?
You came, you saw, you conquered
And I'm left
here bleeding
Oh, what went wrong?
Yeah, I'm down
But not out, and far from done
Hey all! Beware
criminal
Sick, Sad Little World
No, You're not the first to fall apart
But always the first
one to complain
You better get careful or you'll compromise
Everything You are
This world is a drought
when out of love
Please come back to us
You're all of the above
"I'm making a choice to be out of
touch.
Leave me be." He said,
"Leave me here in my stark, raving, sick, sad little world!"
I've
never had unpaid confidantes
It's more than I would care to explain
But I have an open door policy
When it
comes to blame
This world is a joke when out of love
Please come back to us
You're all of the
above
"I'm making a choice to be out of touch.
Leave me be." He said,
"Leave me here in my stark,
raving, sick, sad little world!"
Pistola
On the tip of my tongue an offensive is poised and
rearing
My intention a bullet, my body a trigger finger
And my pen is a pistola
Let go of your
fear*
And my pen is a pistola
My secret arsenal is an infinite ageless ink well
It's a fountain of
youth and a patriot's weapon of choice
And my pen is a pistola
Let go of your fear*
And my pen is a
pistola
On the tip of my tongue an offensive is poised and rearing
My intention a bullet, my body a trigger
finger
And my pen is a pistola
Let go of your fear*
And my pen is a pistola
(insert your
lyric here)
Southern Girl
Is everything a baited hook?
And are there locks on our doors?
If
your looking for an open book
Look no further, I am yours
We'll behave like animals
Swing from tree to
tree
We can do anything
That turns you up and sets you free
You're an exception to the
rule
You're a bonafide rarity
You're all I ever wanted
Southern girl
Could you want me?
So
come outside and walk with me
We'll try each other on to see if we fit
And with our roots, become a tree
To
shade what we make, under it
We'll behave like animals
Swing from tree to tree
We can do anything
That turns you up and sets you free
You're an exception to the rule
You're a bonafide
rarity
You're all I ever wanted
Southern girl
Could you want me?
Priceless
The
fact that you
You think you can
Speak to me
The way you do
Bleeds me to believe that you
Have never
stepped out of the skin you live within
But when, and if
This day occurs
Your tongue, the
taste
Will immitate a battery
The anti-equilibrium
Your stomach becomes the floor
The look on your
face was priceless!
The look on your face was priceless!
Yes, the look on your face was priceless!
That look,
it was...
A light goes on
Upstairs, the attic is ablaze
This island isn't big enough for the both of
us
So who will swim in eel infested oceans?
Kiss the sand goodbye
because the tide is coming up and
in
Yeah, water, water, water everywhere!
And every chance to sink!
The look on your face was
priceless!
The look on your face was priceless!
Yes, the look on your face was priceless!
That look, it was so
priceless
It's an amalgamation
Of the things you aren't
The ways you wish you were
A split
second
Percieving of the way you really look to everyone of them
I wish that you could get a glimpse
I
wish that you could see because
The look on your face was priceless!
The look on your face was
priceless!
Yes, the look on your face was priceless!
That look, it was so priceless
Zee
Deveel
Nice car!
Where'd you get your ride?
A trophy? Badge of honor?
Overcompensation?
Price tags! Advertise your pride
Since when did what we pay for colored cloth gage our
gravity?
Yeah you got your little world
Picture perfect, its a pearl
Now go and try and sleep in the bed
you made
You should be careful what you wish for!
'Cause everyone of us has the devil inside
You should
be careful what you wish for!
'Cause all of what amounts becomes you
Nice watch!
Man, you got the
time?
Theres never enough and it always goes too slow
Yeah you got your little world!
Picture perfect,
its a pearl
Now go and try and sleep in the bed you made
You should be careful what you wish
for!
'Cause everyone of us has the devil inside
You should be careful what you wish for!
'Cause all of what
amounts becomes you
Nice watch!
Man, you got the time?
Theres never enough and it always goes too
slow
Price tags! Advertise your pride
Since when did what we pay for colored cloth gage our gravity?
You
should be careful what you wish for!
'Cause everyone of us has the devil inside
You should be careful what you
wish for!
'Cause all of what amounts becomes you
Made For TV Movie
I heard a word from 'on
high'
Glare like a light in the sky
It said, "quit blowing each other up"
Voicing so crystaline
clear
Some thing's unclean in your ear
When only blood will fill your cup
Hello
I'm trying to
focus, but my eyes decieve me
Focus
I'm witnessing history...repeating
It fell like a tear from my
eye
Flying machine so up high
Well, there goes the neighborhood
A scene set to singe
innocence
Upheave, unhinge, and pit against
Like every made for TV movie should
Hello
I'm trying
to focus, but my eyes decieve me
Focus
I'm witnessing history...repeating
Focus. Focus. Focus.
Focus.
Focus. Focus! Focus!! Focus!!!
(I can see now)
We are, we know, we see, we think for
you!
The who, the what, the when, the where, the why!
We build your yang, we build you too, we see
you!
Hello
I'm trying to focus, but my eyes decieve me
Focus
I'm witnessing
history...repeating
Smile Lines
Met my match today
Felt the blood rushing and
mingling
A curious and enigmatic thing
Now spiders in my dreams...
Synchronicity weaves like a web
When
you were meant to be a meal!
I want you bad!
I want you bad!
I understand why they say,
"Hhigh
school never ends"
I'll never act my age
But you can tell by the lines in my smile
That I have been
around for awhile
So, insecurities
Are about as useful as trying
To put the pin back in the
grenade
I want you bad!
I want you bad!
I understand why they say,
"Hhigh school never
ends"
I want you bad!
I want you bad!
I understand why they say,
"Hhigh school never
ends"
This isn't coincidence
There's no such thing
This isn't coincidence, no
This isn't
coincidence
It's no such thing.
This isn't, no
I want you bad!
I want you bad!
I understand
why they say,
"Hhigh school never ends"
Here In My Room
This party is old and
uninviting
Participants all in black and white
You enter in full blown technicolor
Nothing is the same after
tonight
If the world would fall apart
In a fiction worthy wind
I wouldn't change a thing now that
you're here
Yeah, love is a verb here in my room
You enter and close the door behind you
Now show me
the world seen from the stars
If only the lights would dim a little
I'm weary of eyes upon my scars
If
the world would fall apart
In a fiction worthy wind
I wouldn't change a thing now that you're here
Yeah,
love is a verb here in my room
Pink tractor beam into your incision
Head spining as free as dervishs'
whirl
I came here expecting next to nothing
So thank you for being that kind of girl
Leech
Does it make you indie?
Does it make you proud?
To talk the world into a paper
bag
Spotty stain of "I'm ok, you're not ok"
Yes, men too could be on the rag
I'm in over my head, I
need a pick-me-up
Its easy to get high when you're standing on our backs, man
Would anything ever be good enough
for you?
Stand on your own, hold your water if you can
The ride's over. Did you enjoy yourself?
The
ride's over. Fairing well?
The ride's over. Did you enjoy yourself?
The ride's over. Fairing well?
Not on
my time
It isn't fair to mention, but it awes the crowd
Your fictional, plastic alibi
So take another
hit, steal another line
Did you ever meet a leech who was good at goodbyes?
When you were down i always
picked you up
Why didn't I recognize that everything was never fine?
I'm kicking myself that i shared spit with
you
So fuck yourself
And fuck this bleeding heart of mine
The ride's over. Did you enjoy
yourself?
The ride's over. Fairing well?
The ride's over. Did you enjoy yourself?
The ride's over. Fairing
well?
Not on my time
When you were down i always picked you up
Why didn't I recognize that everything
was never fine?
I'm kicking myself that i shared spit with you
So fuck yourself
And fuck this bleeding heart
of mine
The ride's over. Did you enjoy yourself?
The ride's over. Fairing well?
The ride's over. Did
you enjoy yourself?
The ride's over. Fairing well?
Not on my time
The ride's over
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