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Toes Across The Floor
by Blind Melon Doesn't anybody feel That all these killers should be killed And all these healers should be healed So all these beggers can be filled Now tell me why am I to lie If I'm holding firm and feel the right to lie down beside this dog of mine And let that perverted though really run through my mind I'd scrape my toes across the floor This day's the same as those before And though inside I'm feeling giddy Always wrong for never giving myself an uninvaded door So now I'll take a little glue I'll put together a new glittered room for you So I can start sitting so pretty Instead of sitting here not seein' clear Just sitting here not fittin' here No things ain't fittin' here I'll just lay my head down beside this God of mine And let that perverted thought burn a hole in my mind And if I can't lay my head beside this God of mine Maybe the Hunter's dog called God Could be my friend in time |
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Hair raising shake you're much too late
You should have jumped a couple of cars before Now if I may I'll walk away I'm selling Silly Putty door to door And up on the shelf it seems to help If I can keep a little bit of disease As its feeding on me You see it's bringing me to my knees As we all wilt Watching you wilt Come right away and help me bathe away The filthy feeling, frigid and cold Biting my nails to the fairy tales About the magic monkey's total control See I got Indian Ken and his fleabag friends With their buckets full of elephant ears And he's breathing on me His breath is bringing me to my knees As we all wilt Watching you wilt Pea green the feeling |
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Is it the way you're speakin'
Is it because I'm peakin' Twistin' your face, thumb in hand, but you Gotta have your own space to play in A collection of glass chickens Oh Vernie, what a garden you have Maybe its the snuff under your lip Or maybe caramel cake covered in Christmas Oh a flower you are to my land, but I No I cannot deny the beauty If I had a heart I would want it to be like Vernie's Oh what a heart that she has Roaming through the cupboard jar of pickles never opened since 1983 Peanuts in a pile and Elvis down the aisle Singing gallantly I wish I could be A little more like Vernie Oh, I wanna be I wanna be a little more like Vernie |
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For all thse times you tood For all the that you made me
see For all the joy toubrought to my life For all the wrong that you made( ) For all every love l found in you made( ) |
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I don't feel the sun's coming out today
It's staying in... It's gonna find another way(yeah) As I sit here in this misery I don't Think I'll ever See the sun from here And oh as I fade away They'll all look at me and say, and they'll say, Hey, look at him I'll never live that way But that's ok, They're just afraid to change And when you feel life ain't worth living You've got to stand up, and take a look around, then you look up way to the sky And when your deepest thoughts are broken, Keep on dreamin' boy, 'cause when you stop dreamin' it's time to die And as we all play parts of tomorrow Some ways we'll work, and other ways we'll play But I know we can't all stay here forever So I will write my words on the face of today.... And they'll paint it And oh As I fade away They'll all look at me and say, and they'll say Hey look at him, and where he is these days When life is hard you have to change When life is hard you have to change |
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Find myself singing the same songs everyday
Ones that make me feel good When things behind the smiles ain't ok Around and over and in-between the seas I need to be on top of a mountain Where I can be see everything Cause this paranoia's getting old Now as I open my eyes to start another day I'm in a pile of puke Empty bag of excuses My love for friends and family you know I need them And under a sun that's seen it all before My feet are so cold And I can't believe that I have to bang my Head against this wall again But the blows they have just a little more Space in-between them Gonna take a breath and try again. |
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What do you think they would say
If I stood up, and I walked away Nobody here really understands me And so I wave goodbye, I'm fine I'm fine... Tones of home Said you don't like the way I'm living You don't like me Tones of home, tones of home And so I wave goodbye I'm flyin', I'm flyin' home And I always thought this would be See the land of milk and honey Oh but I come to find out that it's all hate and money And there's a canopy of greed holding me down Chorus See I'm so high to you, so I'll fade away I said you're on your own Your mom and daddy said That you sister said And you brother's saying everybody Is saying everybody Is saying I, eye, god I gotta go! All my friends patronize me They say yo hey boy! Have you found what you're looking for? It seems they don't really know me Cause it's here, and it's what they can't see... Chorus |
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All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin the puddles gather rain And all I can do is just pour some tea for two And speak my point of view but itts not sane, its not sane I just want someone to say to me I'll always be there when you wake Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today So stay with me and I'll have it made And I don't understand why I sleep all day And I start to complain that theres no rain And all I can do is read a book to stay awake It rips my life away but its a great escape...escape...escape All I can say is that my life is pretty plain You don't like my point of view Ya think that I'm insane Its not sane... its not sane I just want someone to say to me I'll always be there when you wake Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today So stay with me and I'll have it made |
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Is this the place that I wanna be?
Is it you I wanna see? Holdin' on, holdin' high, show me everything. 1-And you're leavin' me, yeah, you're leavin' me You're leaving me with a hated identity But I keep on a-comin' here And standin' in this state Oh, I'm never really sure If you take what I'm sayin' the right way 2-But I'm not appalled or afraid Verbal pocket play Is as discreet as I can muster up to be Because the cadillac that's sittin' in the back It isn't me Oh, no, no, no, it isn't me I'm more at home in my galaxie Oh, yeah Can I do the things I wanna do? That I don't do, because of you? And I'll take a left and I'll second guess Into total mess (rpt 1) Oh, and I'm always reassured The situation's gettin' carried away (rpt 2) No, it isn't me, it isn't me... In my galaxie |
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The clothesline of cold eyes
is washing away the face before Now tell me what's wrong you see everyone's gone You gotta do your best to decorate this dying' day This dying' day All over a bowl of bitter beans All over a bowl of bitter beans And outside way, way up high I got a quarter moon mist hanging' over me And now, I want that rocking chair outta there Cause he's no longer living here It's no longer needed here All over a bowl of bitter beans All over a bowl of bitter beans And I got a corner store and that's all the more For me to praise upon the holidays And now I'll close my eyes really, really tight and make you all go away, I'll make you all go all go away And I'll pull the trigger and make it all go away And I'll make it all go away, I'll make it all go away :) |
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I'll make a shoe horn outta your shin,
I'll make a lamp shade of durable skin And oh, don't you know that i'm always feelin' able When i'm sittin home here carvin' out your navel I'm justa sittin' here carvin' out your navel When will i realize that this skin i'm in, Hey, It isn't mine And when will the kill be too much meat for me to hide OHhhh, Hey i could really use a couple of hands, To complete one hell of a plant stand Oh, and don't you know that i'm caught here in the middle Making Rib Cages into coffee table I'm just makin' em into coffee tables. And when will i realize, that this skin i'm in, Hey, it isn't mine And when will the thrill be too much meat for me to find Anymore Because you know i can't hide, But oh how hard i try, But this is just the shape i'm in Because i know i can't hide, But oh how hard i try, But this is just the shape i'm in |
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Said all these people they won't leave me alone
And we need, a little time to ourselves And half the reasons why I'm sketchin' all the time The result of a life in this hell But oh well, I think it's time My faith is falling like the leaves from a tree The pockets both take it away The sun warms my body as I'm sittin' on a swing watching Columbus clouds bring in the rain Oh well I think it's time Its time to go * - My mind is playing tricks on me all the time To let you know that I am real And all the worries you build up inside your soul The ones that make your world stand still Mean you can feel, that it's time to go.. Are you fed up, Are you fed up with me? Do you think you could do better? Five fed up faces with the itch to kill a king Blood red sunshine, and a breath to air that's clean I drink from the faucet, from the porch I take a pee I look at you through the bushes where you can't see me * - I laugh and slip into another state of mind To let you know that I am real And all the worries you build up inside your soul The ones that make your world stand still Means you can feel, that it's time to go |
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