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from John Popper - Zygote (2001)
Yeah, there's evil in my chair
Yeah, there's evil in my chair There's evil in my chair He's simply sitting over there There's evil in my chair He's simply staring back at me And he is watching my TV Yeah, he is staring back at me He wants to keep me company Yeah, there's evil in my house And he needs a ride downtown Yeah, I got to give him a ride downtown Yeah, I'm driving him downtown Because he wants to hang around And there's evil in my car He's flicking ashes on my floor He's flicking ashes on my floor He's putting butts out on my floor Because he knows just what I'm looking for And there's evil in my car And he keeps to the down low But he don't like driving slow He knows just where to go Because he's always in the know And evil's gonna drive a while And I'm reeling from the fix And a whiff can make me sick At the time it did the trick Now I don't care if the time ticks And evil's gonna try to get me home I get lost along the way And there's nothing I can say Yeah, I get lost along the way A little farther every day And evil won't admit a god damned thing Yeah, evil got me home And he thinks I shouldn't be alone Until I'm better he'll be there It's like he really seems to care There's evil in my chair Yeah, it doesn't matter where I will find him waiting there There's evil in my chair Evil in my chair Evil, evil in my chair, in my house Evil in my house Evil in my house Evil in my house Evil, evil gonna live in my house Oh babe, evil, evil in my house Sit in my chair, watch my TV It doesn't bother me |
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from John Popper - Zygote (2001)
I am corruptible by name
And I basically know how to master any simple game And I shall twist in the wind And like a blade of grass I'll survive and I'll win And grow in dirt And it can hurt To grow in dirt Sometimes it hurts I nourish by my labor and pain I burn up in the sun and I drown in the rain And I'm told that its good to grow But its not like there's a choice Because didn't you know We grow in dirt And it can hurt To grow in dirt Sometimes it hurts By every reprieve that I choose to believe With every code that I stand by I'm just a man with a stick in my hand And I helplessly jab at the sky Its my nature to try Helps the time pass by And I have this real need to talk loud For I'm so meek and humble It makes me arrogant and proud And I won't be afraid to die For I shall live forever And here's my reason why I grow in dirt And its gonna hurt To grow in dirt Sometimes it hurts To grow in dirt Sometimes it hurts |
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from Blues Brothers 2000 (블루스 브라더스 2000) [ost] (1998) | |||||
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from John Popper - Zygote (2001)
A man can't dance without the chance
Before you stands the man you see But that man don't mean shit to me Nothing more than a parody Just peeking over a steep wall to see And he's in love with his own ideas Yeah, he's in love with his own ideas Good and evil just a way to choose And some he'll remember and some others he'll lose He's in love with his own ideas Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Leap the candle, pull off your trick He burns himself up upon the wick The lesson learned, but it just won't stick And he's in love with his own ideas Yeah, he's in love with his own ideas Good and evil just a way to choose And some he'll remember and some others he'll lose He's in love With his own ideas The cloth is sharp and it cuts both ways Goes off whenever a banjo plays The sinner rejoice as the wise man prays Two groups of alley cats taking in strays And each in love With his own ideas Before you beats a fearful heart Fearful you'll tear it apart But don't you rush and now don't you start 'Cause he's a little bit shy and a little bit smart And he's in love with his own ideas Yeah, he's in love with his own ideas Good and evil just a way to choose And some he'll remember and some others he'll lose He's in love with his own ideas |
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from John Popper - Zygote (2001)
What if I could tell the world I see you?
What if I could make them understand? And if I could show those fools they need you It wouldn't change the fact that you need them And if you find yourself in great transition And you think perhaps you lost your way On the edge and fragile, your position Then there's only one thing I can say Welcome home Yeah, 'cause it's your home If a tree falls and nobody's listening If a party's thrown and no one shows And you dream about what you are missing When the wind in February blows Welcome home 'Cause it's your home If you hide amongst the darkness Let me offer you a light And if you stay, by the light of day Fearful when the sun goes down Come out with me tonight What if I could make the world beseech you? What if I could make you understand? That from the highest branch no one could reach you But should the bough break, you can take my hand (Looking for the signs that April's coming) I know that really letting go In spite of falling to and fro It's not no simple thing Not no ordinary stunt to try (Can hurt worse than any ache you feel) But I can see it's on your mind And whatever you will find Whatever hope will bring I can see it in your eye (Forcing words into that tune you're humming) Will bring release Perhaps a modicum of peace Perchance to dream Perchance to bust out at the seam (Which did I make up and which were real?) And the mere chance Sustains as bravely I advance But it don't matter what I do Without someone to bring it to Welcome home, come home Make it home, go home Leave home, find a home Build a home and feel at home 'Cause it's your home |
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from John Popper - Zygote (2001)
If you were Audrey Hepburn
And gracefully you set about your scene And the moral of the story Successfully adapted to the screen Would it make any difference Could I be in your movie somehow Will I have to wait till then If not when, how about now Well if I could conjure demons To let you know how desperately I feel Or entice you with my deepest hope That your love for me was real I don't need some kind of story I don't need to take a bow I just need to ask you once again If not when, how about now How about now How about now How about now Maybe you could look at me and see the questions All the times I swore your eyes had answered me Keep me wondering what it would be like And if your wildest dreams came true Yeah, if you finally got your way Is there anything that I could do You see I want to play an active role And I could give you my solemn vow If your story needs a happy end If not when, how about now How about now How about now How about now How about now How about now |
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from John Popper - Zygote (2001)
Goodbye to you, goodbye
I'll never love anyone more I may never love at all anymore But if I could let you go Then I have loved you well And I mean to love you the best that I can With all that I am, so go With everything I am, so go Have I loved so well, I can't really tell? But if you can't love for free The second star to the right you don't see Hail and farewell to thee 'Cause you can try but you can't love me I hope that you'll remember why I hope that you'll remember me Meet me in subconscious memory But if I could let you know I don't think it's so bad I just don't know how to and I don't want to leave I've made too much believe to go I've made far too much believe to go I don't think it's so bad but still it makes me sad But if you can't love for free The second star to the right you don't see Hail and farewell to thee You can try but you can't love me I don't think it's so bad but still it makes me sad But if you can't love for free And the second star to the right you don't see Hail and farewell to thee 'Cause you can try but you can't love me And if you can't love for free And the second star to the right you don't see Hail and farewell to thee 'Cause you can try but it just won't be You can try, but you'll never see You can try to be hopeful You can try to think you're free But if you're trying then you can't love me |
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from John Popper - Zygote (2001)
Move on
And shuffle off Winter's gift is a burning cough Once a stranger Always a friend To the cold and the odd stare And the danger Should he ever open his mouth And so he bides his time Yes, he bides his time Yes, he bides his time Some day he thinks he may fool everyone And they'll give and let him live in the bright hot sun And so he bides his time Yes, he bides his time Yes, he bides his time Doorways and hope keep him warm Strangely calm before the storm Quite sure that he will be free To speak of voices he can't quite see They tell him more than he'd ever wished to know And so he bides his time Yes, he bides his time Yes, he bides his time And when the bugle sound Knocks the mountains down His work will be done Whispers in his ear he keeps him clear For the angels when they come So he bides his time Yes, he bides his time Yes, he bides his time Till he assumes his place Then he'll see the face of God, of God The ruthless King of Kings Who keeps telling him things That still seem odd So he bides his time Yes, he bides his time Move on |
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from John Popper - Zygote (2001)
I use love like fuel
The pain it drives my engine It's a source without renewal Without environmental protection I said I'll strip mine into your heart I drill deep and sap you dry Break you down and sell the parts For what money just can't buy Because I use love like fuel The pain it drives my engine I use love like fuel I use love like fuel I need to feel rejection To feel anything at all It grants me worldwide connection With all things great and small The anguish gives me vision I can't say how long it lasts But the more I have collisions The more I want to drive fast Because I use love like fuel The pain it drives my engine I use love like fuel I use love like fuel Send me up for murder And I'd feel like I was free Because I never wanted to hurt her But it came so easily Unaware of what I'm taking I can effortlessly crush It's only when our hearts are breaking That I'm nourished by the rush 'Cause I use love like fuel The pain it drives my engine I use love like fuel I use love like fuel Oooh love like fuel I use love like fuel |
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from John Popper - Zygote (2001)
And what about the times
Now I'm grabbing out at breaking glass An attempt to find a memory That makes it seem glorious or at least okay But all I have is me In a razor caught off guard as you brush by The alarm wakes me out of bed And the dream I was just having simply fades away And blindly do I see At the sunlight I am freezing And as I start to come around, I want to fall back to the ground Roll over and make sense again But it's too late I am awake And it's sensation, I can't fake as I try my best to pretend But once you wake up You just can't fall back asleep anymore I know it isn't fair But once you're aware You can back track all you want You can mourn for what's gone But you're up either way You better deal with your day I remember I was tired In fact I still have some sleep in my eyes So I got all warm and safe and numb Figured I'd lie down and rest a while Next thing came the morning And you're shaking me and telling me to rise And I would tell you anything To stall and make you think or smile or cry You see all I need is you And then I start to understand what love does Now there's so much that I can give And I finally want to live You know before I just didn't really ever care And I'll do more than hold on I want to celebrate the dawn I don't ever want to go back to sleep I swear But once you wake up You can't just fall back to sleep anymore I know it isn't fair But once you're aware You can backtrack all you want You can mourn for what's gone But you're up either way You better deal with your day |
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from John Popper - Zygote (2001)
Tell me your will and it shall be done
Because you need a disciple and I am one And I believe because I do Before I learned a thing, I knew you A disciple's role is hard because Though he may never know for sure He gives his faith and risks the danger But then he's not alone anymore But tell me please, I am down upon my knees When they assign you rules Is this wisdom made for fools You're with me when I start to play I will gladly pray if you preferred If given the sacred word 'Till then I'll keep loving you in the way I do when I see your face in her, then I know for sure For every miracle that you have made me She's the one that makes them real I have to love what is beyond me I'll never learn as much as I feel But for a time I can understand When she and I, I am at your command You're with me when I start to play I will gladly pray if you preferred If given the sacred word 'Till then I'll keep loving you in the way I do when I see your face in her then I know for sure By every faith that I've invested By every lightning bolt and scar By every name that you've been contested You are the sum of what we are When she's with me, we both can see And the world is love, I can't drink in enough You're with me when I start to play I will gladly pray if you preferred You give me the sacred word 'Till then I'll keep loving you in the way I do when I see your face in her then I know for sure You're with me when I start to play I will gladly pray if you preferred You give me the sacred word 'Till then I'll keep loving you in the way I do when I see your face in her then I know for sure Tell me you have again, she's a miracle, Amen |
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from A Very Special Christmas Vol. 4 (1999) | |||||
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from John Popper - Zygote (2001) | |||||
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from Novi Zvuk (2009) | |||||
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from Johnny Cash - Johnny Cash: Forever Words Expanded (2021) |