"Spit Shine Your Black Clouds" as written by and Morgan Henderson Mark Gajadhar....



You're walking through the forests where they feed the trees broken glass.
John lennon and the rolling stones crooning in plastic bags.
Spit shine your black luck now, baby.
You turn on the radio, the speakers spit tangled talk.
Everything is war and who's fucked their way to the top.
But they'll eat black clouds we all eat black clouds.
You're working on a cruise serving caviar to the cruel.
They repossessed your heart; you're making payments on your face, too.
Spit shine your black clouds now, baby.
And what if your religion turns out to be a cruel joke, and you're fucked beyond all hope?
Gonna spit shine your black clouds now, baby.
First you stayed in bed all day and walked around all night.
Then you threw your phone away and slept beneath the freeway underpass.
Your mother slit her throat after your father's heart attack.
And you've got two little sisters still in school.
What'cha gonna do? what'cha gonna do?
Just sit and watch the ships loading their freight
And pale pelicans feeding their young and grasp at the barbarically charming sun.
Out on the weekend talked your way out of a first date.
Said your uncle was famous, by then it was too late.
Spit shine your black luck now, baby.
Fall asleep to the tv-the cops are talking tough
To the cameras in the backseat, to the audience at home.
But they'll eat black clouds we all eat black clouds.
Once you knew a girl with skin like a sapphire sun.
Took you back to her apartment, told you everything you did wrong.
Spit shine your black luck.
Spit shine your black luck.
The sky's so desolate like flesh on a skull-shaped balloon.
You sit in bed writing love letters to yourself.
No black ink on the black paper, bay.
Stare at the ceiling, fall into dreamless sleep.
Day climbs your chimney, taps you on the shoulder blade,
"spit shine your black clouds now, baby."
All your best friends grow up to be successful actresses.
All your bitter enemies died of liver failure in kent, washington trailers.
All your brothers made babies until their brains turned brown.
The world's lounging longways on an unbridled black cloud.









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"Spit Shine Your Black Clouds" as written by John Whitney Cody Votolato

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    General CommentVery nice job on the lyrics! However, there's a couple things I hear differently, but I may just be crazy!

    "John Lennon and the Rolling Stones put it in plastic bags...", I hear as ""John Lennon and the Rolling Stones grinnin' in plastic bags..."

    Also!

    "I used it on the radio,To spit and spit tangled talk," I hear: "You turn on the radio; the speakers spit tangled talk,"

    Not 100% on the first one, but the second one I'm fairly sure about; it goes along with the narrative better~
    Nightmare Foxon October 03, 2006   Link
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    General Commentthe lyrics are definitely off in parts, but for the most part you got em right. But the words you got right were mostly the ones that you cound understand easily
    MaximusShredon October 03, 2006   Link
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    General CommentThese lyrics are off in several places, I'll post more accurate lyrics in a bit.
    Hykinixon October 03, 2006   Link
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    General CommentYou're walking through the forest when... there's feet like tree's broken glass.
    John Lennon and The Rolling Stones grinning in plastic bags.

    Spit shine your black luck now, baby.

    You turn on the radio, the speakers spit tangled talk.
    Oh, everything is war and they just fuck their way to the top.

    But they'll eat black clouds, we'll all eat black clouds.

    You're walking all quick now, said the county after the crew,
    Well, they repossess your heart, you're making payments on your face too.

    Spit shine your black clouds now, baby.

    And if your religion, turns out to be a carjack,
    And you're fucked beyond all hope.

    Spit shine your black clouds now baby.

    First, you stayed in bed all day, walked around all night.

    Then you threw your phone away, slept beneath the freeway underpass.

    Oh, your mother slit her throat after your father's heart attack.

    And you've got two little sisters still in school, oh.
    Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?

    Just sit, and watch the ships loading the freight,
    And the pale pelicans feeding their young and
    Just grasp at the barbarically charming sun?

    Well, out on the weekends, got your way out on the first date.
    Said your uncle was famous, but then it was too late.

    Spit shine your black luck now, baby.

    File seat to the TV, there comes that talking tongue,
    To the cameras in the backseat, to the audience at home.

    But they'll eat black clouds, we'll all eat black clouds.

    Once I knew a girl, with skin like a sapphire sun.
    Take you back to a poem that tells you everything you did wrong.

    Spit shine your black luck, spit shine your black lung.

    The sky's so desolate, like flesh on a skull shaped balloon, you sit in bed writing love letters to yourself.

    No black ink on the black paper, baby.

    Stare at the ceiling, for every day, it seems.
    Death comes and does a dance on your shoulder blade

    Spit shine your black clouds now, baby.

    All your best friends grow up to be successful actresses,
    and all your bitter enemies die never feeling, and kept Washington checks.
    All your brothers make babies until their brains turn brown.
    And yeah, the world's just lounging long ways on an unbridled black cloud.


    NOT 100%, feel free to comment.
    Hykinixon October 03, 2006   Link
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    General CommentYou're walking through the forest where they
    feed the trees broken glass.
    John Lennon and the Rolling Stones crooning
    in plastic bags.

    Spit shine your black luck now, baby.

    You turn on the radio, the speakers spit tangled
    talk.
    Everything is war and who's fucked their way to
    the top.

    But they'll eat black clouds we all eat black clouds.

    You're working on a cruise now serving caviar to the cruel.
    Oh, They repossessed your heart; you're making payments on your face, too.

    Spit shine your black clouds now, baby.

    And what if your religion turns out to be a cruel
    joke, and you're fucked beyond all hope?

    Gonna spit shine your black clouds now, baby.

    First you stayed in bed all day and walked around all night.
    Then you threw your phone away and slept
    beneath the freeway underpass.
    Your mother slit her throat after your father's
    heart attack.
    And you've got two little sisters still in school.

    What'cha gonna do?
    What'cha gonna do?

    Just sit and watch the ships loading their freight
    and pale pelicans feeding their young and grasp
    at the barbarically charming sun.
    Out on the weekend talked your way out of a first
    date.
    Said your uncle was famous, by then it was too late.

    Spit shine your black luck now, baby.

    Fall asleep to the tv--the cops are talking tough
    to the cameras in the backseat, to the audience
    at home.

    But they'll eat black clouds we all eat black clouds.

    Once you knew a girl with skin like a sapphire
    sun.
    Took you back to her apartment, told you
    everything you did wrong.

    Spit shine your black luck.
    Spit shine your black luck.

    Spit shine your black luck.
    Spit shine your black luck.

    Spit shine your black luck.
    Spit shine your black luck.

    The sky's so desolate like flesh on a
    skull-shaped balloon.
    You sit in bed writing love letters to yourself.

    No black ink on the black paper, baby.

    Stare at the ceiling, fall into dreamless sleep.
    Day climbs your chimney, taps you on the
    shoulder blade, "Spit shine your black clouds now, baby."

    All your best friends grew up to be successful actresses.
    All your bitter enemies died of liver failure in
    Kent, Washington trailers.
    All your brothers made babies until their brains
    turned brown.
    The world's lounging longways on an unbridled black cloud.

    The world's lounging longways on an unbridled black cloud.

    The world's lounging longways on an unbridled black cloud.
    JRCJYCon October 04, 2006   Link
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    General CommentThis ties with Camouflage, Camouflage and Giant Swan as the highlights of the album for me
    MaximusShredon October 12, 2006   Link
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    General Comment"
    You turn on the radio, the speakers spit tangled
    talk.
    Everything is war and who's fucked their way to
    the top."

    Quoted for truth.
    Xantiroon October 12, 2006   Link
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    General Commentthis song is really good, one of my favorite blood brothers songs. i think it's about just getting over all the hardships of life, everything that gets you down and fucks you over.
    jellypopon December 17, 2006   Link
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    General Commenti really wanna know if this song is negative or positive... =_=;
    Ryuzakion February 09, 2007   Link
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    General CommentThis song is talking about how materialistic and ridiculous society has become. How is that positive in the slightest? xD
    kittyxcorexxon June 06, 2007   Link

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