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Bad Entropy Lyrics
until the hankerchief of history covers us with its
times new roman black and white post script, i will wear
lavender shirts in yellow painted public restrooms,
looking like art decco in my september complexion
and red against blue skies,
and have those pictures taken to be proof
against the dull mood of your highschool history teacher that we wore color,
that we distributed the seeds of dead dandilions
in the cement surrounded city parts,
that we let our skin soak up the sun despite the advice of modern science,
that we sometimes wore our hair long and let it curl
and never combed it or put it in braids,
that we taught ourselves to play the pots and pans
so that we would have something honest to dance to,
something soulful to sing to,
and sometimes we had trouble seeing past our own reflections in the bedroom window,
because it was dark outside,
and the flourescents inside left shadows under our chests
and sculpted the torso to look it's friday night fittest, yeah i'm vain,
there was light here before there wasn't,
and before that there wasn't,
but seagulls still ate shallow water fish,
morning boys still cast tall shadows
and all the while the stars are slowly seperating.
times new roman black and white post script, i will wear
lavender shirts in yellow painted public restrooms,
looking like art decco in my september complexion
and red against blue skies,
and have those pictures taken to be proof
against the dull mood of your highschool history teacher that we wore color,
that we distributed the seeds of dead dandilions
in the cement surrounded city parts,
that we let our skin soak up the sun despite the advice of modern science,
that we sometimes wore our hair long and let it curl
and never combed it or put it in braids,
that we taught ourselves to play the pots and pans
so that we would have something honest to dance to,
something soulful to sing to,
and sometimes we had trouble seeing past our own reflections in the bedroom window,
because it was dark outside,
and the flourescents inside left shadows under our chests
and sculpted the torso to look it's friday night fittest, yeah i'm vain,
there was light here before there wasn't,
and before that there wasn't,
but seagulls still ate shallow water fish,
morning boys still cast tall shadows
and all the while the stars are slowly seperating.
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the more i listen to and analyze yoni's lyrics the more i can't help but think nothing awesome about them are by accident... so with this song about entropy, the line "seagulls still ate shallow water fish"... i thought of how on digital clocks all numbers are just different parts of an '8' lit up. still 8.
i'm just obsessing over my new favorite band. but all the ways in which entropy is actually displayed in the song is incredible
this and all the other ones on the net are missing the second half, which I can't accurately figure out by ear.
there's a minute long part thats sung then this is spoken...
these been songs to be listened to after I'm dead when old women start wearing there hair gray these are songs to help an ant to find its shadow songs to bump in your moon cruiser 2060 top down hair blowing in the absence of air grooving to the...
In la'kesh, I'll hold my breath 'til i'm blue Until the next time I see you . i'm recording the vocals in my underwear Your shit sounds like it was recorded in a hoody on a hot day with a fucking ball-cap, tilted to cover your right eye. You're shit is fake, you're play acting this, this ain't drama class. It's unhealthy, it's only boosting your high polarity
until the hankerchief of history covers us with its times new roman black and white post script, i will wear lavender shirts in yellow painted public restrooms, looking like art decco in my september complexion and red against blue skies, and have those pictures taken to be proof against the dull mood of your highschool history teacher that we wore color, that we distributed the seeds of dead dandilions in the cement surrounded city parts, that we let our skin soak up the sun despite the advice of modern science, that we sometimes wore our hair long and let it curl and never combed it or put it in braids, that we taught ourselves to play the pots and pans so that we would have something honest to dance to, something soulful to sing to, and sometimes we had trouble seeing past our own reflections in the bedroom window, because it was dark outside, and the flourescents inside left shadows under our chests and sculpted the torso to look it's friday night fittest, yeah i'm vain, there was light here before there wasn't, and before that there wasn't, but seagulls still ate shallow water fish, morning boys still cast tall shadows and all the while the stars are slowly seperating.
(I'm not sure of the words to the next part but some of it goes...)
-not sure- I don't know what you expect i just want to hide my face in the space between your breasts
In la'kesh I've got no heart pumping my chest -not sure- and i crave for your flesh
Elizabeth
I don't know what you expect I just want to leave my -not sure- in between your lips
In la'kesh when we meet again i'll say hello you'll say -not sure- and end will be end
These be songs to be listened to after I'm dead When old women start wearing their hair gray These are songs to help an ant to find it's shadow Songs to bump in your moon cruiser 2060, top down, hair blowing in the absence of air. Grooving to the quiet.
my version would be:
in la'kesh i'll hold my breat till i'm blue until the next time i see you
i'm recording the vocals in my underwear your shit sounds like you...recorded...in a hoodie on a hot day with a fucking ball cap tilted to cover your right eye your shit is fake you're play-acting this ain't drama class it's unhealthy it's only boosting your bipolarity
until the handkerchief of history covers us with its times new roman black and white post script i will wear lavender shirts in yellow painted public restrooms looking like art deco in my september complexion and red against blue skies and have those pictures taken to be proof against the dull mood of your high school history teacher that (we work color) that we distributed the seeds of dead dandelions in cement surrounded city parks that we let our skin soak up the sun despite the advice of modern science that we sometimes wore our hair long and let it curl and never combed it or put it in braids that we taught ourselves to play the pots and pans so that we would have something honest to dance to something soulful to sing to and sometimes we had trouble seeing past our own reflections in the bedroom window because it was dark outside and the fluorescence inside left shadows under our chests and sculpted the torso to look it's friday night fittest yeah i'm vain there was life here before there wasn't and before that there wasn't but seagulls still ate shallow water fish morning boys still cast tall shadows and all the while the stars are slowly separating
elizabeth i don't know what you expect i just want to hide my face in the trench between your breasts
in la'kesh i've got no heart pumping my chest ? and i crave for your flesh
elizabeth i don't know what you expect i just want to leave my breath and get between your legs
in la'kesh when we meet again i'll say hello you'll say... and end will be end
these are songs to be listened to after i'm dead when old women start wearing their hair grey these are songs to help an ant find its shadow songs to bump in your beam cruiser 2060 top down hair blowing in the absence of air whooming to the shhhh
I think it's about the inexorable passage of time, the triviality of one individual's existence that is yet so important to that individual.
I love this song. It/s about living conscious of the world around you despite pressures from the media, etc.
i would just like to say that my previous comment is the stupidest thing i've ever said, and that high polarity = bi-polarity right before his verse starts.
In La Kesh Means: "I am another you" or "I am another yourself". (Mayan)
These words are spoken with deep reverence as a recognition of the divine within another person... it is similar to the phrase Namaste.
in the almost live from anna's cabin version the lyrics omitted are a little easier to understand, but not much. all i can say for sure is
"you've got the guns right to your head ad they're shooting holes in backs and blood and black holes full of lead"
they don't really sound at all like what's goin' on in the album version.
really really really really really really really REALLY wish someone could get a clean transcription of the end of this song.