I Don't Believe You (She Acts Like We Never Have Met)
I can't understand, She let go of my hand An' left me here facing the wall. I'd sure like t' know Why she did go, But I can't get close t' her at all. Though we kissed through the wild blazing nighttime, She said she would never forget. But now mornin's clear, It's like I ain't here, She just acts like we never have met.
Mr. Tambourine Man
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Only a Pawn In Their Game
A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers' blood. A finger fired the trigger to his name. A handle hid out in the dark A hand set the spark Two eyes took the aim Behind a man's brain But he can't be blamed He's only a pawn in their game.
It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)
Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying.
Like a Rolling Stone
How does it feel How does it feel To be without a home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone?
Visions of Johanna
Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes just cough The country music station plays soft But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off Just Louise and her lover so entwined And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind
I Want You
The drunken politician leaps Upon the street where mothers weep And the saviors who are fast asleep, They wait for you. And I wait for them to interrupt Me drinkin' from my broken cup And ask me to Open up the gate for you. I want you, I want you, I want you so bad, Honey, I want you.
Subterranean Homesick Blues
Johnny's in the basement Mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement Thinking about the government The man in the trench coat Badge out, laid off Says he's got a bad cough Wants to get it paid off
Girl From the North Country
Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair, Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline, Remember me to one who lives there. She once was a true love of mine.
Talkin' Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues
I got shoved down 'n' pushed around, All I could hear there was a screamin' sound, Don't remember one thing more, Just remember walkin' up on a little shore, Head busted, stomach cracked, Feet splintered, arms broken, I was naked, I was bald... Quite lucky to be alive though.
Who Killed Davey Moore?
Who killed Davey Moore, Why an' what's the reason for?
"Not I," says the referee, "Don't point your finger at me. I could've stopped it in the eighth An' maybe kept him from his fate, But the crowd would've booed, I'm sure, At not gettin' their money's worth.
Blind Willie McTell
There's a woman by the river With some fine young handsome man He's dressed up like a squire Bootlegged whiskey in his hand There's a chain gang on the highway I can hear them rebels yell And I know no one can sing the blues Like Blind Willie McTell
Stuck Inside of Mobile With the Memphis Blues Again
Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley With his pointed shoes and his bells, Speaking to some French girl, Who says she knows me well. And I would send a message To find out if she's talked, But the post office has been stolen And the mailbox is locked. Oh, Mama, can this really be the end, To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again.
And All That Could Have Been please take this and run far away, far away from me I am tainted the two of us were never meant to be all these pieces and promises and left behinds if only I could see in my nothing you meant everything, everything to me gone fading everything and all that could have been
Gave Up smashed up my sanity smashed up my integrity smashed up what i believed in smashed up what's left of me smashed up my everything smashed up all that was true gonna smash myself to pieces i don't know what else to do
Hurt what have I become? my sweetest friend everyone I know goes away in the end
you could have it all my empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt
Reptile she spreads herself wide open to let the insects in she leaves a trail of honey to show me where she's been she has the blood of reptile just underneath her skin seeds from a thousand others drip down from within
devils speak of the way in which she'll manifest angels bleed from the tainted touch of my caress need to contaminate, to alleviate this loneliness I now know that the depths I reach are limitless
Something I Can Never Have I still recall the taste of your tears Echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ears My favorite dreams of you still wash ashore Scraping through my head 'til I don't want to sleep anymore
The Great Below ocean pulls me close and whispers in my ear the destiny I've chose all becoming clear the currents have their say the time is drawing near washes me away makes me disappear
I descend from grace in arms of undertow I will take my place in the great below
"I'ma soldier raised on pain and suffering You a wussy that be softer than a plate of muffins I'm the type to transform a sand storm into man form like Flint Marco A premonition like a jet engine in Donnie Darko These DJs have been in vinyl now they frontin with disc breaks like Monte Carlos"
"On wax we're like anthrax wrapped in a letter"
Föresten, det var väll citat och inte texter som skulle skrivas xD?
Good morning sunshine, awake when the sun hits the sky Look up the sounds that surround the day you died She waits for me outside near a hole in the ground In the one way thinking you might get the upper hand
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today And then one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
Pink Floyd - Time
Det stämmer väldigt bra in på hur jag stundvis känner angående livet.
Jag störtar ner för gatan på en Pamplona-tjur På väg mot en Pandora-brud med klitta som en anabolakuk Och svänger den röda skynket som fladdrar i vinden Och flaggan som vajar och kladdande fradga på kinden, shhh Jag är metallisk rakblad, smaka min tunga Som jag kommer att hugga rakt från munnen som rabieshundar Lätt garderad med ett artilleri Som inte tar, tänker eller nånsin tatt ditt parti Af-af-asi håller väckningsmässa I en skoldress ring och kör din text Och hör mig gäspa som en flodhäst Och när ni springer på glödheta kändisgalor Känner jag hur det vänder i magen På grund utav av era könslekar Står du i min väg så betala vänligen trängselavgift Oavsett om du är moderat eller vänsterpartist För vi lever i en visslande tid som swishar förbi Där jag gror i mitten och allt annat vissnar bredvid