Tales Of A Dead Scene by Soulwax
Tales Of A Dead Scene lyrics
Can I wash your hair underneath that wig takes a minute try and get to
the other side can I peal the
skin of your face takes a minute try and get to the other side we better
skip the old routine can I pick
you up on your way down takes a minute try and get to the other side can
I come on in and feel at
home takes a minute try and get to the other side until the time finally
comes there'll be no breath,
but you will smell it there'll be no death, but you will die it by the
time you read this line - I'll be
gone we're gonna have a splendid time as I sing the songs we'll never
write we gonna have a splendid
time it didn't have to be like this there'll be no breath, but you will
smell it, there'll be no death,
but you will die it there'll be no breath, but you will smell it
there'll be no death, but you will die it
Acapulco gold
Common cancer - on the telephone
Dead stop radio - try an suck a hole
Gif wise tongue - dead gone monotone
It's all around your big white ears
A life in the day - dream on dreamin' on
Milk my mind - keep on keepin' on
Make me cream - have a taste son
10 000 Miles under the soul
Leave the story untold
But the map's already unfold
Everybody's soul searchin' for
Acapulco gold
Hands up raised high
Keep your mind blowin'
Won't you pay no mind
Got your face glowin'
Keep your fi-hi
With my mind blowin'
It's been travellin' to wherever it should
Leave the story untold
But the map's already unfold
Everybody's soul searching for
Acapulco gold
Great continental suicide note
Try me, write it down
On whatever is left to stay
But it means nothin' to me
Try and put it down to
Someone else's mistake
But it's over, it's over
Get high, any higher
And if I get this lonely
I write it down to this moment
Last word for solitude
Long time overdue
But it means nothin' to me
Cause you sit back
while every surf
Hits the rocks
Better than sure
Don't give it away
Get high, any higher
And if I get this lonely
I write it down to this moment
Cause : you want it you want it you got it you got it if you taste it if
you need it if you waste it go chase it
hammer and tongues
Like the hammer of a clickin' gun
words soundin'
funny coming out
all wrong hang on
sister
we
gotta lot to learn
this compartement
is self-contained
still my mouth is
runnin' dry
again I agree to
disagree I
know you are
but what am I
? language
appeals to a long
lost
cry
care-
fully
chose
words I
tried hang
on brother
we gotta lot
to learn for
what it's
worth the
right& wrongs
everybody shake
the hammer &
tongues to all of
you who don't
believe suck a lie
with a big hole in
me hang on sis-
ter we gotta lot
to learn
know you are
but what am I
?
Long distance view
Feels like nothin' is real When all you
can hear is sorry again Please don't
take my fraud As i finish my thoughts
for you It's my new favorite word it's a
three letter hurt from inside As I try
to forhet It's as far as i'll get to
hatin' you Complicated - cannot find the
words Let your mind fall down
Sophisticated - love the way, it hurts
Let your mind fall down ! It's a long
distance zoom As I pan through, the room
for you As I try to forget it's as far
as I'll get to hatin' you Tell me -
write it down - long distance zoom !
Complicated - cannot find the words Let
your mind fall down Sophisticated - love
the way it hurts Let your mind fall down
Rooster
Johnny got shot through the grease
Drove his wheels through guarantee
Walked about with a monkey on his back
Torn pages of a coward's almanac
He got stuck between y - z
First letters of his own alphabet
Everythin' is cut & dry. The rooster crowes 3 times
As he turns & goes. The rooster crowes 3 times
A wise man told him about a song
First he had to blow the dust from his tongue
And Johnny said
Cannot see the mess I'm in
Can't seem to plug my organ in.
Everythin' is cut and dry - till the rooster crowes 3 times
As he turns & he goes - the rooster crowes 3 times
Wished I had a bad, bad memory
For all my so-called friends to see
So keep on readin' between the lines
A frogue's tongue freakin' at a jar of flies
If we never meet again it's to soon - so let's not pretend
|
