Junkie Xl

could i tell my story 내 예기좀 할께
내 이름은 f r e e 그 앞에 는
b 그 전에는 작대기 dash
add it all up now you know what i'm known as
어렸을때 부터 꿈이 켰어 무척
용기와 고집만은 천하 무적 but i got older i felt like a loser
주변 사람들은 다 rug users
buck school, mad dudes actin like snitches
snobby as girls all actin like itches
매일 똑 같은 옷 입기가 창피해
여자들은 돈이 없다며 날 피해
call me a fob, can't get a job
wanna be thugs lookin for someone to rob
꿈도 희망도 없었던 나
그때 내 자신에게 말을 걸어봐

너는 뭘하고 싶니?
말로는 맨날 돈벌기 쉽지
남이 잘되는꼴 괜히 밉지
gotta do you and imma do me
너는 뭘하고 싶니?
말로는 맨날 돈벌기 쉽지
노력없이 대박을 믿니
gotta do you and imma do me


한번 더 들어줘 나의 이야기
나의 첫 한국 집 바로 미아리
things i heard, and all of the things i' ve seen
아직도 들리지 마치 메아리
ayo i'm back to my home, seoul city
where everybody hustle and always get busy
서울 모든 시민들은 다 열심히
일하느라 하루도 제대로 못 쉬지
부모님의 고생을 모르는 아이들
매일 놀다가 점점더 나이를
먹으니 이젠 정신을 차릴때
모두 coffee shop 아니면 shopping mall 차린데
남자는 제대 후 곧 삼십대
복학, 취직에 머리가 복잡해
난 천천히 갈태니 먼저가
나의 친구들에게 이 질문을 던져봐


너는 뭘하고 싶니?
말로는 맨날 돈벌기 쉽지
남이 잘되는꼴 괜히 밉지
gotta do you and imma do me
너는 뭘하고 싶니?
말로는 맨날 돈벌기 쉽지
노력없이 대박을 믿니
gotta do you and imma do me

돈 돈 돈 돈 돈돈 돈
money money make the world go round
money money make the world go round

Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain, a golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares Shrine?

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x2)

We found you hiding, we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x9)

run don't break
aiming for the heart
doll headache
this is just the start
of a mad pursuit

chasing down the telephone wire
racing down the road
you can't lose her

try to skip town
(she'll find you)
track you like a hound
(behind you)
recklessly
in pursuit of you

catch you on the fly
(you're easy)
she knows you're her guy
(so safely)
recklessly
in pursuit of you

closing in
see her in the mirror
here it goes again
the object's closer than it appears to be

but a crash
of your getaway car
drive like that
and you won't get too far

try to skip town
(she'll find you)
track you like a hound
(behind you)
recklessly
in pursuit of you

catch you on the fly
(you're easy)
she knows you're her guy
(so safely)
recklessly
in pursuit of you

crash
and burn
this will be your thing
hold you tight
you just lost control
of a mad pursuit

chasing down the telephone wire
racing down the road
you can't lose her

try to skip town
(she'll find you)
track you like a hound
(behind you)
recklessly
in pursuit of you

catch you on the fly
(you're easy)
she knows you're her guy
(so safely)
recklessly
in pursuit of you

Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain, a golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares Shrine?

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x2)

We found you hiding, we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x9)

Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain, a golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares Shrine?

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x2)

We found you hiding, we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x9)

Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain, a golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares Shrine?

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x2)

We found you hiding, we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x9)

Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain, a golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares Shrine?

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x2)

We found you hiding, we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x9)

Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain, a golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares Shrine?

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x2)

We found you hiding, we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x9)

Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain, a golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares Shrine?

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x2)

We found you hiding, we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands

Oh, all your cities lie in dust (x9)

A cloudy vision,
A sense of grandeur,
I don't care what is wrong or right,
The earth is bleeding,
and secreting madness,
Petrified, gone dry inside,
The wheels keep turning,
And the clock is pounding,
And there's only more and more,
that I want

And through the things,
you can still feel the sounding,
of the maze, of the place,
where things still matter

Chorus:

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-Man is loving it

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-man is loving it

Consume until you bleed,
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

Fuck.

A loss of feeling,
a sense of numbness,
and it's spinning,
like a top out of sight
Climb out the window,
what the hell do you know?
You don't even seem to put up a fight

Created by me, for me
It's a place called reality
Broken mirrors,
and broken promises made easily

But I just want you to

Chorus

Consume until you bleed
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

A cloudy vision,
A sense of grandeur,
I don't care what is wrong or right,
The earth is bleeding,
and secreting madness,
Petrified, gone dry inside,
The wheels keep turning,
And the clock is pounding,
And there's only more and more,
that I want

And through the things,
you can still feel the sounding,
of the maze, of the place,
where things still matter

Chorus:

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-Man is loving it

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-man is loving it

Consume until you bleed,
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

Fuck.

A loss of feeling,
a sense of numbness,
and it's spinning,
like a top out of sight
Climb out the window,
what the hell do you know?
You don't even seem to put up a fight

Created by me, for me
It's a place called reality
Broken mirrors,
and broken promises made easily

But I just want you to

Chorus

Consume until you bleed
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

A cloudy vision,
A sense of grandeur,
I don't care what is wrong or right,
The earth is bleeding,
and secreting madness,
Petrified, gone dry inside,
The wheels keep turning,
And the clock is pounding,
And there's only more and more,
that I want

And through the things,
you can still feel the sounding,
of the maze, of the place,
where things still matter

Chorus:

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-Man is loving it

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-man is loving it

Consume until you bleed,
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

Fuck.

A loss of feeling,
a sense of numbness,
and it's spinning,
like a top out of sight
Climb out the window,
what the hell do you know?
You don't even seem to put up a fight

Created by me, for me
It's a place called reality
Broken mirrors,
and broken promises made easily

But I just want you to

Chorus

Consume until you bleed
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

A cloudy vision,
A sense of grandeur,
I don't care what is wrong or right,
The earth is bleeding,
and secreting madness,
Petrified, gone dry inside,
The wheels keep turning,
And the clock is pounding,
And there's only more and more,
that I want

And through the things,
you can still feel the sounding,
of the maze, of the place,
where things still matter

Chorus:

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-Man is loving it

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-man is loving it

Consume until you bleed,
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

Fuck.

A loss of feeling,
a sense of numbness,
and it's spinning,
like a top out of sight
Climb out the window,
what the hell do you know?
You don't even seem to put up a fight

Created by me, for me
It's a place called reality
Broken mirrors,
and broken promises made easily

But I just want you to

Chorus

Consume until you bleed
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

A cloudy vision,
A sense of grandeur,
I don't care what is wrong or right,
The earth is bleeding,
and secreting madness,
Petrified, gone dry inside,
The wheels keep turning,
And the clock is pounding,
And there's only more and more,
that I want

And through the things,
you can still feel the sounding,
of the maze, of the place,
where things still matter

Chorus:

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-Man is loving it

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-man is loving it

Consume until you bleed,
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

Fuck.

A loss of feeling,
a sense of numbness,
and it's spinning,
like a top out of sight
Climb out the window,
what the hell do you know?
You don't even seem to put up a fight

Created by me, for me
It's a place called reality
Broken mirrors,
and broken promises made easily

But I just want you to

Chorus

Consume until you bleed
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

A cloudy vision,
A sense of grandeur,
I don't care what is wrong or right,
The earth is bleeding,
and secreting madness,
Petrified, gone dry inside,
The wheels keep turning,
And the clock is pounding,
And there's only more and more,
that I want

And through the things,
you can still feel the sounding,
of the maze, of the place,
where things still matter

Chorus:

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-Man is loving it

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-man is loving it

Consume until you bleed,
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

Fuck.

A loss of feeling,
a sense of numbness,
and it's spinning,
like a top out of sight
Climb out the window,
what the hell do you know?
You don't even seem to put up a fight

Created by me, for me
It's a place called reality
Broken mirrors,
and broken promises made easily

But I just want you to

Chorus

Consume until you bleed
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

A cloudy vision,
A sense of grandeur,
I don't care what is wrong or right,
The earth is bleeding,
and secreting madness,
Petrified, gone dry inside,
The wheels keep turning,
And the clock is pounding,
And there's only more and more,
that I want

And through the things,
you can still feel the sounding,
of the maze, of the place,
where things still matter

Chorus:

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-Man is loving it

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-man is loving it

Consume until you bleed,
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

Fuck.

A loss of feeling,
a sense of numbness,
and it's spinning,
like a top out of sight
Climb out the window,
what the hell do you know?
You don't even seem to put up a fight

Created by me, for me
It's a place called reality
Broken mirrors,
and broken promises made easily

But I just want you to

Chorus

Consume until you bleed
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

A cloudy vision,
A sense of grandeur,
I don't care what is wrong or right,
The earth is bleeding,
and secreting madness,
Petrified, gone dry inside,
The wheels keep turning,
And the clock is pounding,
And there's only more and more,
that I want

And through the things,
you can still feel the sounding,
of the maze, of the place,
where things still matter

Chorus:

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-Man is loving it

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-man is loving it

Consume until you bleed,
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

Fuck.

A loss of feeling,
a sense of numbness,
and it's spinning,
like a top out of sight
Climb out the window,
what the hell do you know?
You don't even seem to put up a fight

Created by me, for me
It's a place called reality
Broken mirrors,
and broken promises made easily

But I just want you to

Chorus

Consume until you bleed
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

A cloudy vision,
A sense of grandeur,
I don't care what is wrong or right,
The earth is bleeding,
and secreting madness,
Petrified, gone dry inside,
The wheels keep turning,
And the clock is pounding,
And there's only more and more,
that I want

And through the things,
you can still feel the sounding,
of the maze, of the place,
where things still matter

Chorus:

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-Man is loving it

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-man is loving it

Consume until you bleed,
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

Fuck.

A loss of feeling,
a sense of numbness,
and it's spinning,
like a top out of sight
Climb out the window,
what the hell do you know?
You don't even seem to put up a fight

Created by me, for me
It's a place called reality
Broken mirrors,
and broken promises made easily

But I just want you to

Chorus

Consume until you bleed
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

A cloudy vision,
A sense of grandeur,
I don't care what is wrong or right,
The earth is bleeding,
and secreting madness,
Petrified, gone dry inside,
The wheels keep turning,
And the clock is pounding,
And there's only more and more,
that I want

And through the things,
you can still feel the sounding,
of the maze, of the place,
where things still matter

Chorus:

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-Man is loving it

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-man is loving it

Consume until you bleed,
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

Fuck.

A loss of feeling,
a sense of numbness,
and it's spinning,
like a top out of sight
Climb out the window,
what the hell do you know?
You don't even seem to put up a fight

Created by me, for me
It's a place called reality
Broken mirrors,
and broken promises made easily

But I just want you to

Chorus

Consume until you bleed
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

A cloudy vision,
A sense of grandeur,
I don't care what is wrong or right,
The earth is bleeding,
and secreting madness,
Petrified, gone dry inside,
The wheels keep turning,
And the clock is pounding,
And there's only more and more,
that I want

And through the things,
you can still feel the sounding,
of the maze, of the place,
where things still matter

Chorus:

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-Man is loving it

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-man is loving it

Consume until you bleed,
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

Fuck.

A loss of feeling,
a sense of numbness,
and it's spinning,
like a top out of sight
Climb out the window,
what the hell do you know?
You don't even seem to put up a fight

Created by me, for me
It's a place called reality
Broken mirrors,
and broken promises made easily

But I just want you to

Chorus

Consume until you bleed
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

A cloudy vision,
A sense of grandeur,
I don't care what is wrong or right,
The earth is bleeding,
and secreting madness,
Petrified, gone dry inside,
The wheels keep turning,
And the clock is pounding,
And there's only more and more,
that I want

And through the things,
you can still feel the sounding,
of the maze, of the place,
where things still matter

Chorus:

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-Man is loving it

Rock more,
Roll more,
Fuck more,
Pac-man is loving it

Consume until you bleed,
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

Fuck.

A loss of feeling,
a sense of numbness,
and it's spinning,
like a top out of sight
Climb out the window,
what the hell do you know?
You don't even seem to put up a fight

Created by me, for me
It's a place called reality
Broken mirrors,
and broken promises made easily

But I just want you to

Chorus

Consume until you bleed
I'll get down on my knees

Chorus

Life is hard,
life is short,
pained by law,
like Billy Club.
Scatter, scram,
here's the man,
laws to bend that
hurt like hell.
Zig zag,
check attack,
the joke is back and
hurts like hell.
Hear the call,
run and fall,
taking tolls, that
hurt like hell.
Scatter, scram,
here's the man,
laws to bend that
hurt like hell.
Cautious,
ambitious,
when the richest max to the fullest.
Be the coolest,
Mr. Nuisance.
Motor cruisin',
limo usin',
tax rate abusin',
counterfeit usin',
snake attack,
imposter,
"dealin' with the roster".
Two face
Harvey Dent
cointosser
gets the hunger
with the sensation monger
Guess who stays younger?

No need for confetti bombs or fallus symbols,
to be obnoxious,
outrageous,
but the sound will be very contagious,
like nuclear "fallout" radius.
No need for bands with tight "spandex",
"macho flex",
high voices from larynx,
tight jockstraps
stuffed with socks and walnuts to show sex,
but plain obscure "high-tec"!
Junkie XL will tell
the future in computer hell.
No slacker trendy attitudes
or "boys" that play rude,
or smokers of "SEZ" and weed
to be hardcore with fatigues,
let the perpetrator weep,
that it's the junkie beats that grim reap!
And shuffle the feet,
but all to sleep
in front of their "MTV screen sweep",
yes lost souls are deep
in their trash-cash middle-class heap.

Mix it with mine, with yours
if the othordox ways crime
ingnorance tricks the men
sting again
like porcupine
skin complexion
won't give direction
hail to mulatto
italiano
farrago
anything with a twist yo
for the night flows hot like sirocco
mix with all for the ritual.
Win skin like Marlon Brando
in the last tango
now I'm single
in the disco
club schizo
when the disk spins loud colloyuial go.
Juices up
loosen up
let the lust overflows my cup pop.
Mix it with mine, blend it with yours.
Seeking a true force melange.
Never mind
check the signs
intertwine,
cool: melange.
Ascetic aspects get no contact
amatory looks for hot sex,
screaming from your voice box, larynx
o yeah!
Steppin' to a girl that basically is way out of your league
out of reach,
but the peach
makes lips glisten,
blushin' your cheeks,
hold the courage and the guts
aided by Millerquads or Buds
alcohol creates the stud
to strut
in perfect duds
so much for phase one,
it takes one line to flake out son
as you glance
top - bottom, butt
gives the shakes on
shoot the gift
for swift quick linguistic
let libido uplift,
arrange the melody
on the Freud theraphy tip
figure you have potential,
she wetting lips.
It was a test,
now your perfect match
cos' the fire is lit.
Background unknown
but the sex drives the prone
get the conversation on,
and dig out ones skulls to bone.

Start act
human race
glance attrack.
Give a shot
life's a rut
experience in a long shot.
Big strut,
big strut,
big fun,
what you got
they throw some mud
leap strut
move hubbub
something that you can't dodge
dodge, avoid,
umemployed,
how you gonna fill the void?
Void gap it's you that
tries to step,
step by step,
metrolike,
metrolike.
Pep choice,
it's your choice
to make some noise toys
cool boys watch the mind,
voice,
voice tone,
stand alone,
how did I land on this
zone, space
one of these days,
opportunity knocks, go chase
be an ace,
race, craze,
speeds fades nowadays,
feel pissed,
get dismissed,
your favorite wish gets dismissed
tongue twist,
throw a fit
fix a "hit" like the other's did
determine wit,
takes up,
breaks up,
no job is tip top.
Ad men
plan again.
Things get out of hand man.
Oops up behind your head,
can you see who back stabs?
Corporate talk
make's steps
hand clap
money puts you on the right track
nothing is gone last fad
one day long another passed.
Billboard list take a dip,
the record slime he needs a bit,
play hip,
get tripped,
always knew you don't fit,
you know,
I know,
who's foolin who
but you don't go.
Get shoved
feel the heat
someone's gonna take a seat
get cropped get beat
find your ass down on a street
sour mood,
substitute,
maybe he's going for the looth.
All ideas,
see no ears,
tight suit,
fat neck
just peer...
out of here
need just more
a true help to your career
nothing's clear
in the pot,
the man who stirs ownes a lot
all I've got,
battered soul
payed a toll.
So what will unfold?
Ad man plans again,
things get out of hand man!

You have been living like a rot
And you can say you've not
But in case you forgot
You gotta give... it your best shot

You've been bowin' on spots like metronome
Pack rat packs 'the papers' like super gnome
Punch the clock in situations no win
Catch the weekdays-past and next begins
Ambitions overrated, gets equated
With the freedom you'll be cravin', motivated than sedated
Feel like crackle doin' battle with the working cattle
The same shackle tackles fellows, pains the marrow
Commodities used once then destroyed
To many pawns just to fill the void
Now you hit to flex real stallion
Blow steam shine like gold medallion
Scandalous
Vandalous
Morals vanishing
Chemicals
Refills
Sexkill
Panting
Weekday one wrecks the promise of '2001' violent

Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in
Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in
Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in
Hey, get the chicks in

Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in
Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in
Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in
Hey, get the chicks in

You have been living like a rot
And you can say you've not
But in case you forgot
You gotta give... it your best shot

Teenage Kick
Teenage Kick
Teenage Kick... kicks in

Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in
Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in
Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in
Hey, get the chicks in

Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in
Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in
Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in
Hey, get the chicks in

You have been living like a rot
And you can say you've not
But in case you forgot
You gotta give... it your best shot

Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in
Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in
Saturday Teenage Kick... kicks in
Hey, get the chicks in

Enough said

It's the conformist
takin' the firm fist
of the idealist
taken the shitlist.
And now, the purist stays the purist
till the shit hits the fan of the culprits
and then the lawyer
will destroy a
motivation to become the purist
and the terrorist
is really fed up with.
Nothing strategic
to beseige with
and supremacists
touch the surface
with their racist hatred. That glues eyelids.
Those with politics
all polite on tricks
cripple the masses on the road to riches.
Underachievers
united,
why fight it,
can't hide it.

Junkie expanding limits.
Funky integration,
record needle shooting doses
host like Moses,
party population,
peeps catch the beat frantic,
poors are pouring strobe lights on
polygon
hallucination gives you more and
crazy moods,
stretch the grooves
for the flock
no amuck.
Superduper "hi-tec" rock
for the soft knock or hard knock
keep a few bucks
taxi cab after shock
follows the drug
marathon
strechtin' on
'till the fever pitch drums.
Junkie expands his limits.
Show stops,
door pops,
bouncers catch fat nuts,
nigthclubbin' flock.
Steppin' slo-mo like sand box
got these souls rollin' stranding like ships and shoals.
Satiated, blatant, tainted.
Now sanity shows holes,
sleep overcome the ones that followed the God of fun.
Honey buns with burns get the watchful eye stunned.
Teens get the spirit
exchanging digits from sky pagers
dipsomania
never sane
to ya
the lust is major
catch brothers on the rebound
for skins on the skeez route.
Those with wheels,
fleshy feels,
surely got clout
what it's all about,
stretch the funky addiction
line to line,
minds unwind.
With the cocaine dissolution
syringe tricks the kick
in private seclusion
chase the rush
it was tough
to loose the kaleidoscopic illusion.
Stretch the limit,
kill the cynic
in the human shell
feel the funky
never flunky
in the Junkie XL.
Junkie expands his limits.