With your heart not your hands
With your heart not your hands
Do you understand, baby
Baby love me up
Lost in a woman
My loss is yours
You feel my power
You call me a monkey grip
oooh I'm feeling
Losing your mind
Still, I'm stoned, so I can't deny
The muscle you chop
You're annoyed one time
With your heart not your hands
Baby love me love me love love
Do you understand baby
Get me
WIth your heart not your hands
You know baby, baby
Crime is the get low
Cuz it's yours that's for sure
Hit me!
You do feel my power
ANd you call me a cassanova
Pool full of poison
You'll make this place something
Still, I'm stoned, so I can't deny
You bottle up the bottle you know
YEah
With your heart not your hands
Baby, love me, love
Don't ask my name, man,
I am free, I am free
I make it on my own time
Look at me, look at me
And all my time is my own time
So I don't want to know
And I'm telling you
NEver go home alone
But only have it one time
With your heart not your hands
Baby baby baby
WIth your heart not your hands
Baby
Do you understand?
Baby, love me, love me
You can stand, you can stand
First of all, this is a Malfunkshun cover.
Secondly, here's what I think it's about:
It's from the point of view of a guy who has been in a long term, but non-serious friends-with-benefits situation with someone. They've always just been around each other, casual, just-sex kind of way. But now, he has fallen in love with her, but can't tell her.
First he tells the listener that his problem is the same as the problem for everyone else who can't tell someone that they love them. Then, in his head, he thinks about explaining the situation to her, but also has low self esteem, and ends up thinking about the fact he considers both her, and himself, to be lowlifes.
Kind of a weird, sad song, actually, but the song itself. . .amazing. Perfect noisy sludge. Think Crowbar meets Sonic Youth!
Okay. . .
Try This:
With your heart not your hands With your heart not your hands Do you understand, baby Baby love me up
Lost in a woman My loss is yours You feel my power You call me a monkey grip oooh I'm feeling Losing your mind Still, I'm stoned, so I can't deny The muscle you chop You're annoyed one time
With your heart not your hands Baby love me love me love love Do you understand baby Get me WIth your heart not your hands You know baby, baby Crime is the get low Cuz it's yours that's for sure Hit me! You do feel my power ANd you call me a cassanova Pool full of poison You'll make this place something Still, I'm stoned, so I can't deny You bottle up the bottle you know YEah
With your heart not your hands Baby, love me, love Don't ask my name, man, I am free, I am free I make it on my own time Look at me, look at me And all my time is my own time So I don't want to know
And I'm telling you NEver go home alone But only have it one time
With your heart not your hands Baby baby baby WIth your heart not your hands Baby Do you understand? Baby, love me, love me You can stand, you can stand
First of all, this is a Malfunkshun cover.
Secondly, here's what I think it's about:
It's from the point of view of a guy who has been in a long term, but non-serious friends-with-benefits situation with someone. They've always just been around each other, casual, just-sex kind of way. But now, he has fallen in love with her, but can't tell her.
First he tells the listener that his problem is the same as the problem for everyone else who can't tell someone that they love them. Then, in his head, he thinks about explaining the situation to her, but also has low self esteem, and ends up thinking about the fact he considers both her, and himself, to be lowlifes.
Kind of a weird, sad song, actually, but the song itself. . .amazing. Perfect noisy sludge. Think Crowbar meets Sonic Youth!