🎹 Lyrics That Hit The Spot

Way back when the smallest trip was the greatest quest
Now sometimes I get bored, even tho I know I'm blessed
Comin' and goin' like we do it's hard to keep friends I know firsthand
I'm tired of doin' nothin', feel like we should be making plans
We need a little thrill I can see it in our faces
Yeah turn off the tv set
The feeling of adventure, I think we all remember it
 
Pour me another drink
And punch me in the face
You can call me Nancy
Every man wears a symbol
And I know I have mine
I've got my right hand stamped
In the concentration camp where my organs scream, slow down, man
 
Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife
And when it comes your turn to speak before the crowd
Tell them about the time we did it
On the beach with fireworks above us
On the railroad tracks with the gravel in your back
In the back room of a crowded bar
And in the graveyard where my body now rests
 
"Killer Queen"

She keeps Moët et Chandon
In her pretty cabinet
"Let them eat cake," she says
Just like Marie Antoinette
A built-in remedy
For Khrushchev and Kennedy (Ooh, ooh)
At anytime an invitation
You can't decline (Ooh, ooh)

Caviar and cigarettes
Well versed in etiquette
Extraordinarily nice....
 
Those who feel the breath of sadness
Sit down next to me
Those who find they're touched by madness
Sit down next to me
Those who find themselves ridiculous
Sit down next to me
In love, in fear, in hate, in tears
In love, in fear, in hate, in tears
In love, in fear, in hate, in tears
In love, in fear, in hate
 
Those who feel the breath of sadness
Sit down next to me
Those who find they're touched by madness
Sit down next to me
Those who find themselves ridiculous
Sit down next to me
In love, in fear, in hate, in tears
In love, in fear, in hate, in tears
In love, in fear, in hate, in tears
In love, in fear, in hate

if i hadn't seen such riches i could live with being poor
 
you little sick thing you had your fun
you hide the dead like you always said you would
baby you can hear the bass and the pounding of the drum
yea you’re gonna bang it out cause the sick’s so good like
you hit the gas yea your heart’s all play
you cut the line baby there’s no more tears
you know some people’d wanna go yea they’d wanna run away
but you’re all fucked up and you wanna stay here with me
 
It gets dark in the morning
Trade sleep for drinks in a bar
I'm sure as hell my breath stinks
Watch it float like smoke in the fog
I can feel a tornado
And it's shivering up my arms
I've been playing dominoes
I'm just trying not to wreck no cars
Putting fear in my nose
And trying to keep up with my thoughts
If we're going somewhere, I'm ready
If it's just dirt, I'm not
 
I scrape my eye when I touch the sky
And lose a little vision for the man
I can call it in my mind
I don't want to hold nobody's hand
I can toss in the morning light
I'll play dead when I'm buried in the sand
I'm seeing shadows of a man who's
homeless, buried and numb
A forecast of forgotten land
I hope it shows up in the setting sun
If we're going somewhere, I'm ready, honey
If it's nowhere, I'm done
 
I can hear a voice but it's speaking code
Like I'm talking to strangers on a foreign phone
I can talk to angels when I'm all alone
They take me to a place in the city
And when we're done they take me home
Can't find a forest with the singing birds
Instead I'm just a low voice in the crowd
Can't hear my own voice in this crowd
 
I get edgy on dark streets
Coming home, I feel my heartbeat
I say I'm stoned for the last time
Do it again and repeat
I'm carpooling to kingdom come
Into the wild purgatory
Experience in a magic rainbow
All you got to do is follow


And if you're not feeling ready
There's always tomorrow
And if you're not feeling ready
There's always tomorrow
 
And I'm gonna walk me the streets of West Village
In the middle of the summer with the evening time stillness
Watch Nate break his ankle after too many rounds
After tearin' Brooklyn to the goddamn ground
And I'm gonna talk to God in some church
After years, beers, and fears, and too much work
Tell Him I'm sorry for the way that I am
And using His name before saying "damn"
 
You looked me in the eyes last summer
Said you hate all the pain I'm under
Told me to play your favorite cover
Of "Between the Bars"
Been feelin' fuckin' empty lately
I wanna go and see the sea
But I don't got the gasoline
To get that far
 
Didn't wake up dead or in jail
Some out-of-town boys been giving us hell
I got some bad news
Woke up missing you

My friends are all degenerates, they're all I got
The generational story of dropping the plot
I heard the cops came
Cocky motherfuckers, ain't they

And ICE is gonna come bust down your door
Try to build a house no one builds no more
But got a telephone

Kids are all scared and all alone
The Boss stopped bumpin', the rock stopped rolling
The middle finger's rising and it won't stop showing

I got somе bad news
The fading of the rеd, white and blue
 
Voices On the Wind - Little Feat

Searching for safe passage as you knock on every door
You still can hear the howling of the mongrel dogs of war
You call our for some comfort, seeking shelter from the night
A raging rain's upon you and you're tired of the fight

And though you are surrounded, feeling quite alone
There's a light to guide you home

If you stand with your face to the wind off the water
At the point of lands end where the ocean begins
Look to the memory of the ones gone before
The light and the meaning of the voices on the wind
 
"The outside in"

Colliding highs, the slender sky, descend into empty spaces
Sensational wasted fall from grace
They'll never give alternatives the longer you live without it
It's all about what you learn to hate
In your unaltered state, you found yourself too late......
 
I don't mind stealin' bread from the mouths of decadents
But I can't feed on the powerless when my cup's already overfilled

But it's on the table, the fire's cookin'
And they're farmin' babies, while slaves are workin'
The blood is on the table and the mouths are chokin'


But I'm goin' hungry...
 
California tumbles into the sea
That'll be the day I go back to Annandale
I tried to warn you about Chino and Daddy Gee
But I can't seem to get to you through the US Mail
 
Moon River, wider than a mile
I'm crossing you in style someday
Oh, dream maker
You heartbreaker
Wherever you're going, I'm going your way

Two drifters off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end
Waiting 'round the bend
My huckleberry friend
Moon River and me
 
... Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell
And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands
With tales of brave Ulysses, how his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing

The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter
 
Whether you save me
Whether you savage me
Want my last look to be the moon in your eyes
Want my heart to break if it must break in your jaws
Want you to lick my blood off your paws

:cry:
 
I hear the beating of your wings
And you're playing on my strings
In mysterious ways you draw me in to a love
Beyond all understanding, beyond my reach
So far away, but it seems like only yesterday

I'm haunted
Haunted
Is that what you wanted?

All that's left is the ghost of your smile
It stays awhile then fades away......
 
.... And there's a screw that I tighten
As I dream of the kiss
And it twists and it cuts me
And you know what it is?
It's a fragment of love
From a splintering heart
And it tears her apart
But not as much as this....
 
Don't want nobody who won't dive for dimes
Don't want no speedballs 'cause I might die trying
Throw me a line, throw me a dime
'Cause there's a fat man in the bathtub with the blues
I hear you moan, I hear you moan, I hear you moan

Billy got so sad, dejected, put on his hat and start to run
Runnin' down the street, yellin' at the top of his lungs (oh yeah)
"All I want in this life of mine is some good clean fun"
"All I want in this life and time is some hit-and-run, "

Oh I said, Juanita, my sweet Juanita
What are you up to, my Juanita?
I said, Juanita, my sweet chiquita
What are you up to, my Juanita?
 
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