kay i can't help it I noticed a few mistakes in here and for some reason it really bugged me.
here;s the lyrics from the cd jacket
'i was kidnapped real young by the sweet taste of love
built a fondness for things that just weren't good enough
i cradled the crow always shooed off the dove
which tagged me a naive son
so the fortunate kids yeah they left on their lights
and they stuck up there noses and started some fights
their parents all cackled at dirt on my hands
whil my father was slaving my mother explained it
sometimes that just how it is
so my sister went kissing a maple skinned boy
finally held up her fist said I'm done being coy
and the neighbourhood, bored, started buzzing with joy
oh we finally have front page news
although it was sad I couldn't help but laugh
such ridiculous hate in the hot sumer sweat
so i laid on my back let the punk records spin
and the sloppy guitar it was shooting out stars
and it all went to my heart
yeah some rainbows in the dark
so i called out danger, my friends and some stangers
they stumbled and wavered but caught me a savior
they slipped me the blood and the whole of the body
but i didn't feel their change
then i met a man with a fist for a hand
held me flat on my back taught me how to give in
some phrases were shot, pretty roses got tossed
the gift of a fat lipped grin
now they're drilling my teeth while i'm soiling sheets
with my lover, she couting the diamonds on rings
and even when truth doesn't help with the sting
out of low numbers, some harsh looking colours
you pull out immaculate change
no need for a thousand cranes
so i thank the city, the lives that it's spinning
the friends that i have and the shoes we're not shining
the drunk horns so violent all spiting out sounds
of the colours so vibrant., the colours so loud
oh the newly born crying realizing what life is
they eyes of my grandfather right before dying
the see-saw of all with its rickety balance
the feeling of coming, the feeling of going
the mother the child the tame and the wild
the spray painted minor to the gold leaf attired
the crooked the straight, all the hip and the fake
oh, i finally feel it, thestitching of beautiful seems
sometimes you just can't hold back the river'
I don't think it would have bugged me as much if it weren't for the line 'they eyes of my grandfather right before dying'
this is by far one of the most moving lyrics I have ever come across, and the real lyrics conjur so much more of a powerful image then 'In the eyes of my grandpa, the right people dying'
kay i can't help it I noticed a few mistakes in here and for some reason it really bugged me. here;s the lyrics from the cd jacket 'i was kidnapped real young by the sweet taste of love built a fondness for things that just weren't good enough i cradled the crow always shooed off the dove which tagged me a naive son so the fortunate kids yeah they left on their lights and they stuck up there noses and started some fights their parents all cackled at dirt on my hands whil my father was slaving my mother explained it sometimes that just how it is so my sister went kissing a maple skinned boy finally held up her fist said I'm done being coy and the neighbourhood, bored, started buzzing with joy oh we finally have front page news although it was sad I couldn't help but laugh such ridiculous hate in the hot sumer sweat so i laid on my back let the punk records spin and the sloppy guitar it was shooting out stars and it all went to my heart yeah some rainbows in the dark so i called out danger, my friends and some stangers they stumbled and wavered but caught me a savior they slipped me the blood and the whole of the body but i didn't feel their change then i met a man with a fist for a hand held me flat on my back taught me how to give in some phrases were shot, pretty roses got tossed the gift of a fat lipped grin now they're drilling my teeth while i'm soiling sheets with my lover, she couting the diamonds on rings and even when truth doesn't help with the sting out of low numbers, some harsh looking colours you pull out immaculate change no need for a thousand cranes so i thank the city, the lives that it's spinning the friends that i have and the shoes we're not shining the drunk horns so violent all spiting out sounds of the colours so vibrant., the colours so loud oh the newly born crying realizing what life is they eyes of my grandfather right before dying the see-saw of all with its rickety balance the feeling of coming, the feeling of going the mother the child the tame and the wild the spray painted minor to the gold leaf attired the crooked the straight, all the hip and the fake oh, i finally feel it, thestitching of beautiful seems sometimes you just can't hold back the river'
I don't think it would have bugged me as much if it weren't for the line 'they eyes of my grandfather right before dying' this is by far one of the most moving lyrics I have ever come across, and the real lyrics conjur so much more of a powerful image then 'In the eyes of my grandpa, the right people dying'