Category: Music & Songs
James said I should try to clean this up & not have my songs sound so messy, but the truth is I am just too lazy & don’t have the stomach for dealing with technology. I know I could push through it & try to get better, but that would take willpower, which is also in short supply.
So how to get more willpower? From what I can tell you are either born with it, get it from eating meat, or become a sexual predator to steal vital life force from your victims. I am sure there are other ways, but until I figure them out you will have to deal with messy songs!
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Feels like I’m falling in love
Feels like I’m falling in love
Feels like I’m falling in love
Everybody’s falling in love
I will never know what it’s like to be you
I have never held the keys to a cage.
See my hair is falling into my eyes, once again
Now you’re flying into a rage.
Feels like I’m falling in love…
Lock me up again in your cage every night
Leave me sitting there on my hands.
Leave me gazing into the moonlight
I already see the face of a man.
Feels like I’m falling in love…
I can smell the flowers inside of my mind
I’m crushing them inside my brain.
I can you standing behind of the willow tree
Peering through a cloud of cocaine.
Feels like I’m falling in love…
Tie by the wrist till it bleeds and it burns
Then watch me struggle against my cage.
All the while the universe twists and it turns
All the while I dance on its stage.
Feels like I’m falling in love…
Download MP3: Falling in Love
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ny9aE8a5q-w&feature=youtu.be
For me, this song captures what I see as the essence of West Virginia, which is earthiness combined with mysticism, violence combined with faith…
Fun Fact: Did you know that (in some circles) it is considered rude to refer to cats/dogs/etc as “animals” with the preferred term being “country folk?”
Black flags fly in the streets today
Misty air, sky of grey
Pull my scarf up around my face
Everywhere is this place
His face.
In my home where the pictures hang
His mustache, his white fang
Light a fire and remove my gloves
He is everything I know
Of love.
I would like to run, but consequences are too severe
Trip I lose a finger, fall down I lose an ear.
Cross the street where the neighbors play
Jump and run, lemonade
Walk downtown where the black flags fly
Spin and spin, which way to
The sky?
Faces peer behind every door
Big black holes, nothing more
Touch the door, but I won’t go in
Win I lose, lose I win
Again.
I would like to run, but consequences are too severe
Trip I lose a finger, fall down I lose an ear.
Cross the bridge where the soldiers stand
Setting sun, handsome man
Cross the tracks where the money lies
Pick it up, which way to
The sky?
Wake up in my bed again
Happy dreams always end
Big black bubble follows me
Spin and spin, which way to
The sea?
I would like to run, but consequences are too severe
Trip I lose a finger, fall down I lose an ear.
Download MP3: Ear
Where does he go? Where in the universe is what I mean…
Does he fly endlessly through the skies sparkling, I was wondering?
Or does he sleep until the day has come to bring the spring?
What’s if he’s always near, like a breeze lying here, softly listening?
First we die, then we’re born, robes on our shoulders worn- it’s written in our hands.
He will come, then he’ll die, spreading out far and wide like sun across the land.
Wait for him, a cloud who bears the carriage of a king.
He will bring the living, although we must bring the dreams.
Why do I cry? Why do I feel this way, is what I mean?
Everyone knows the way life will go, always so, if they’re listening.
And when it hurts, it’s only nails forced through a screaming hand…
Why can’t I learn to bleed always remembering it’s his magic plan?
Everyone knows the pain leaves and come back again, that’s just the way life lies.
Throwing us on the wall, first we rise, then we fall; we’ve seen it with our eyes.
Wait for him, he will return on air so fresh and green.
He will bring the living, although we must bring the dreams.
Why is it cold? Here is my hand if that is what you want…
Look up there on the hill all the trees standing there waiting for their moment.
Why do I smile? Why does this passion fill me like a friend?
I can’t wait to remain for the time of greatest pain when we reach the golden end!
Clouds will fly in a wind, everything begins again, you wish that it would stop…
Waking up with your head bloodied in a spinning bed, it’s time to get back up.
Trees will spread in victory; they recognize their king.
He will bring the living, although we must bring the dreams.
Download MP3: The Green King
Everybody says the same old things; they don’t know what’s going on.
Lining up likes ducks in a row; they don’t know soon they’re gonna be gone.
Everything washes away they say, but they don’t know where it goes when it’s gone
Lining up with eyes on the drain they strain, while the moon rises above the lawn.
Shining silver on the great big house,
Shining silver on the little white mouse who runs to hide.
Shining silver on the white brick wall,
Shining silver where the shadows fall
The taste of iron inside.
Put the cuffs on their ankles and hands
Their legs will shake but we need them to stand.
Tuck a little piece of metal into each little mouth
Press their lips shut we need them not to shout.
Line them up against the white brick wall
Fire above their heads so they’ll start to crawl, looking for a place to hide.
Open up the back door, they’ll scramble in
Make certain that the last one is safely in then lock the door behind.
A man is asleep in a great big bed,
Stars glitter softly on his bald head,
He knows what’s going on.
He could try to change it, but it would still end the same.
He is just a player; he does not control the game.
He knows he’s just a pawn.
And so he sleeps with a contented snore
As they crawl like shaking children through his back door.
He knows they’ll be finished off by the stairs,
Choking on their own blood but he no longer cares.
All he can do is escape from their screams
By flying into a world made of beautiful dreams.
A world where the mice people are his friends,
A world in which life never ends.
Download Mp3: Mice People