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Blood on your head in catastrophes, icicles
No one's fed in cycled and by cycle dead
Asked to shine the flag
Love is just a distant and
Blue scents like apples bites
And flows thru our hands
Said hi to a man who shot his sister
Pant thru the station
And jumped in front of a train
Said I'm a bit confused to meet you
Life's what scissors do to a day
So their smile paves the way
Sand drifts with waves
And clouds my head
Cuz I'm a fortune feller's bad
And I'm the tunes played by the goons
Who ride to fare his wounds fare his wounds
And stole the road the other way
And sold tomorrow to yesterday
And I know the feeling of pushing you
Out of a building
Tiny people pulsating hits the sky
You still the ground, got up and wipe your face
You expected to fly
Wind up your misfortunes, sling 'em to a major d
Who wears dead butterflies on his face
And is hoping to grow wings?
He really wants to tell you hey
And give your tears to today
Grind yourself souvenirs into your stolen years
Under your pocket your hand's getting numb
Been a hurting glance stripe
Do the avenues that seem to meet defeat you?
Did you ever tried to hug the sky behind your head?
I walked forever sightseeing a screen
Shuffled a mean
Green ping dive
Headfirst into a hole in the water
Drives side to side like a floating machine
Dove dancing to a fable told in a sea of disintegration
Crawl to a celebration of dirt and leav that taste of wine
Sucked from a hair that digs into the darkness
Full of the fair that my head rides
I slide your kind thru a ladder
Hanging on a star
Stray close so far
Away from the climb
A taped like section
Of introspection
To rewind would be
To recline
Hit the pounds underlying
And gently ride on the sign
Tell your problems to zero
He's got nothing to hide
No one's fed in cycled and by cycle dead
Asked to shine the flag
Love is just a distant and
Blue scents like apples bites
And flows thru our hands
Said hi to a man who shot his sister
Pant thru the station
And jumped in front of a train
Said I'm a bit confused to meet you
Life's what scissors do to a day
So their smile paves the way
Sand drifts with waves
And clouds my head
Cuz I'm a fortune feller's bad
And I'm the tunes played by the goons
Who ride to fare his wounds fare his wounds
And stole the road the other way
And sold tomorrow to yesterday
And I know the feeling of pushing you
Out of a building
Tiny people pulsating hits the sky
You still the ground, got up and wipe your face
You expected to fly
Wind up your misfortunes, sling 'em to a major d
Who wears dead butterflies on his face
And is hoping to grow wings?
He really wants to tell you hey
And give your tears to today
Grind yourself souvenirs into your stolen years
Under your pocket your hand's getting numb
Been a hurting glance stripe
Did you ever tried to hug the sky behind your head?
I walked forever sightseeing a screen
Shuffled a mean
Green ping dive
Headfirst into a hole in the water
Drives side to side like a floating machine
Dove dancing to a fable told in a sea of disintegration
Crawl to a celebration of dirt and leav that taste of wine
Sucked from a hair that digs into the darkness
Full of the fair that my head rides
I slide your kind thru a ladder
Hanging on a star
Stray close so far
Away from the climb
A taped like section
Of introspection
To rewind would be
To recline
Hit the pounds underlying
And gently ride on the sign
Tell your problems to zero
He's got nothing to hide
Song Info
Submitted by
useyourillusion On Jul 19, 2002
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i think its to do with an after life or something and how people killed themselves. i dont know it might also be about what the spirits are telling him to do or just the drugs taking place in his body.
Again, wrong lyrics... Why do people keep guessing the lyrics and not just listen to the songs, the words are right there...
The lyrics are actually very close, the main thing i saw was the "major d" it should be maitre' d i think
most beautiful poem I've ever heard, starting from, do the avenues that seem to meet defeat you?- ending at, a tape like section of introspection, to rewind would be to recline.
After finishing recording usually just a t-shirt, john felt this was lyrically his ultimate song, and I think it was too. It's definitely the most emotional to me and you can't help but be baffled by the lyrics, and it's like that for a reason. He felt that in his aim to make a record with the lyrical importance of artists like Van Gogh, this song nailed it. He played it in his interview in 94 to show what the record and what music was all about to him at that point. It's the hardest song on the record to listen to, and that's an attribute of the artistic importance he wrote it for.