The Fatima Mansions Lyrics
The Fatima Mansions Lyrics
"Valley Of The Dead Cars Lyrics"
Pushin Lyrics
Pushin' Keep on pushin' I've got to keep on pushin' [Intro: Bun talking over sample] Say man I don't give a fuck about the FEDs D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbe
Pushin' Keep on pushin' I've got to keep on pushin' [Intro: Bun talking over sample] Say man I don't give a fuck about the FEDs D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbe
A box full of groceries
Rotten clothes, she's torn her knees
In the main street chill
She sleeps at night in broke-down cars
Squirts the dreams into her arms
She says, "Junkie-man, have your fill."
Well, she had friends that went abroad and do not write
She says the hardest ones are those who stay behind
CHORUS:
In the valley of the dead cars
they would end it all if they could start
They sent out their k
Camilla Horne Lyrics
Camilla Horne, she was born a long, long time ago. She Came From Germany to the U.S.A. and was acclaimed as the next Garbo. They came to her on their knees, to bless them, caress them and tell them what they need.ids to wander the world
Now they can rest at last
You're out scootin' by the graveyard
and you're looking for a brave heart
Could've been your lover but you said you never gave
You have to be home early
or you'll get smacked 'round the head till bedtime
Now you hike the roads on your half-shod feet
You hump the devil, you hump the police
Criss-cross Harlem playing hide-and-seek with death
And now she lurches off as haughty
Camilla Horne, she was born a long, long time ago. She Came From Germany to the U.S.A. and was acclaimed as the next Garbo. They came to her on their knees, to bless them, caress them and tell them what they need.
Now they can rest at last
You're out scootin' by the graveyard
and you're looking for a brave heart
Could've been your lover but you said you never gave
You have to be home early
or you'll get smacked 'round the head till bedtime
Now you hike the roads on your half-shod feet
You hump the devil, you hump the police
Criss-cross Harlem playing hide-and-seek with death
And now she lurches off as haughty
Crazy Eyes Lyrics
Pardon the crazy way I behave And the things I say Maybe I’m too young to know the score But there’s something inside not right Wish I could vocalize If I screamed would you realizeas a queen
to take the waters in old Skibbereen--CHORUS
So I took her back with me to my own true place
which was a mildewed and disintegrating cottage
overlooking a disused waterfall
and we lay there in silence, fruitless silence
until just before dawn when she rolled over onto me
They come withal in their Japanese cars
They know where the good meal bargains are
and they spy by the side of the road
in the twilight, rain an
She juts her thumb in futile haste
Contempt to her is sweet to taste
The nuns told her, "Do not waste sensation."
When the towns are all just smoking empty shells
she will still be here doing what she does well
In the valley of the dead cars
at the mouth of a flooded mine
I will embrace you hard
and we'll wait for the sun to shine
in the valley of the dead cars
The valley of the dead cars
Pardon the crazy way I behave And the things I say Maybe I’m too young to know the score But there’s something inside not right Wish I could vocalize If I screamed would you realize
to take the waters in old Skibbereen--CHORUS
So I took her back with me to my own true place
which was a mildewed and disintegrating cottage
overlooking a disused waterfall
and we lay there in silence, fruitless silence
until just before dawn when she rolled over onto me
They come withal in their Japanese cars
They know where the good meal bargains are
and they spy by the side of the road
in the twilight, rain an
Maybe Monday Lyrics
D D4 D D5 C Am :|| D D4 D D5 C Am Tell me again you only want what's good for me D D4 D D5 C Am tell me again you're gonna make me happy D
d stormD D4 D D5 C Am :|| D D4 D D5 C Am Tell me again you only want what's good for me D D4 D D5 C Am tell me again you're gonna make me happy D
She juts her thumb in futile haste
Contempt to her is sweet to taste
The nuns told her, "Do not waste sensation."
When the towns are all just smoking empty shells
she will still be here doing what she does well
In the valley of the dead cars
at the mouth of a flooded mine
I will embrace you hard
and we'll wait for the sun to shine
in the valley of the dead cars
The valley of the dead cars