Friday, March 11, 2005

I've seen it all. I was here first...

Today, I think I'll just post the lyrics of some songs that are stuck in my head.

Enjoy.

Very Ape by Nirvana

I am buried up to my neck in
Contradictionary flies
I take pride as the king of illiterature
I'm very ape and very nice

If you ever need anything please don't
Hesitate to ask someone else first
I'm too busy acting like I'm not naive
I've seen it all I was here first

Out of the ground
Into the sky
Out of the sky
Into the dirt



Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge On Seattle by Nirvana

It's so relieving
To know that you're leaving
As soon as you get paid
It's so relaxing
To hear that you're asking
Whenever you get your way
It's so soothing
To know that you'll sue me
This is starting to sound the same

I miss the comfort in being sad

In her false withness
Hope you're still with us
To see if they float or drown
Our favorite patient
A display of patience
Disease-covered Puget Sound
She'll come back as fire
And burn all the liars
Leave a blanket of ash on the ground

I miss the comfort in being sad


Omissions of the Omen by Matthew Good Band

Wait for me if I don't show up
Take from me this hypocrite's cup
And somewhere around the world
Someone would love to have my first world problems
Kill the moon, turn out the sun
Lock your door and load your gun
Free at last, yeah the time has come
To choose

Man makes God so God can make man
Man makes the devil so that he can understand
Why it is that everyday
Everything always turns out this way
You and me we were never here
You and me we were not that clear
You and me we died a long, long time ago

Don't think just come along
I do believe that it won't be long
And everything's open all night and all day anyway

Build me a ship of wood and steel
Bring me a net and a fishing reel
Sail me to the place where I can find my brother
Sleeping sound
Wait for me if I don't show up
Take from me this hypocrite's cup
And kill the moon, turn out the sun
Omissions of the omen

Flying, slowly
I'm flying
I'm flying
I'm flying
I'm flying through the wind


We Suck Young Blood by Radiohead


are you hungry?
are you sick?
are you begging for a break?

are you sweet?
are you fresh?
are you strung up by the wrists?


we want the young blood


are you fracturing?
are you torn at the seams?
would you do anything?
flea-bitten? motheaten?

we suck young blood
we suck young blood


won't let the creeping ivy
won't let the nervous bury me
our veins are thin
our rivers poisoned


we want the sweet meats
we want the young blood

Posted by Lando Commando @ 8:28 PM