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Crazy World
Woke up this morning and the rain was pouring and I'm self assuring from the moment I opened my eyes. Now I'm recalibrating what the gods are saying, and now it's me that's paying closer attention to all of the things I was taught, that I thought, that I bought without question. Oh, it's a crazy world that we're living in, that we're given, when you gotta ask permission for forgiveness. Oh, it's a crazy world. World's getting stranger, baby, full of danger lately, every single time I turn around it seems there's something shady. Crops dying. People crying. Disillusioned and denying-- Ladder of success they're climbing, 'til the reach the sky... and die. Oh, it's a crazy world. Eight limbs be crying from our birth 'til our dying, asking why ain't you supplying us with energy? Ain't got the knowledge nor the language to engage em, honey-- Spent my time just sitting, standing, kneeling, humming, tithing money. You'd better believe the mystery, baby. A virgin birth's what constitutes a holy lady, so.... Give 'em hell, break it down, seek the truth outside your hometown and know that Oh, it's a crazy world... It's a crazy world... Yeah, it's a crazy motherfucking world. |
Devil Inside
When the water runs so bittersweet, falling too fast, running down over cheek, and the trees are in bloom--a pink petaled hell--and spring coming on feels like the Devil himself-- Oooo... I'm coming for ya. You thought you would find me in fire and in bone, in heartache and heartbreak and heartsick for home. In the cruel shape of lies on your lover's mouth, in dirt and in dust and in deep-buried doubt. You thought you would find me in the newborn child, tainted by sin even before it first smiled. You think that I revel in destruction and pain, laughing at the desperate, taking comfort in shame. But I can't take the credit, I'm looking at you-- discarding your senses and forgetting to choose. I'm telling you, child, you've a powerful mind-- all you've got to fear is the Devil inside. Ooo, I'm coming for ya. Now, don't get it wrong, girl-- Death makes you stronger. Denying your pain only makes it last longer. There's lessons to learn from walking through the flames-- rebirth only comes when you're willing to change. So, don't blame the Devil for your closed tight mind-- too afraid to look inside, too afraid what you might find. So, go on, avoid the mountains, keep your journey smooth and flat. Complying, denying, blind-- but just know that Oooo, I'm coming for ya. In your demons, you'll find your freedom, if you only greet 'em-- take it from me. So be brave, take courage, take comfort in me. 'Cause in the dark, that's where things grow: taking root in your heart, finding comfort in your soul. So look inside, honey, and know you're not alone. Take the hand of the Devil and I'll walk with you into the dark-- your heart-- your demons-- your one true home. Oooo, I'm coming for ya. |
Anthem
I like to eat alone, drink alone, sleep alone, talk as long as I want to on the goddamn telephone. None of this checking in, reckoning, wondering what you're thinking when I spend the night out on my own. Drink my morning tea in the afternoon, sip a bottle of red, smoke a j, and howl at the moon. Strolling through the streets to the beat of my feet, tapping in the easy evening summer breeze.
But-- oh-- can't pretend that I don't care. I'm shaking, heart breaking, can't fake it, I'm taking my time recognizing that you're not there to share with anymore.
'Cause I'm a young, tough, mad, mean, rough motherfucker, with the mind of a killer and the heart of a lover. At least it seems it when I get in this mood-- when no amount of scheming, dreaming, does a bit of use. Oh, heart is full to overflowing, crying, sighing, always growing. Rage and anger, this I know, is fire for the present moment.
But-- oh-- can't pretend that I don't care. I'm shaking, heart breaking, can't fake it, I'm taking my time recognizing that you're not there to share with anymore.
There's a time to resist, and a time to give in... it's the standing still that hurts the worst of all. But I know I can't go on living in the past, it's the surest way to make these blues last-- but I'm finding it goddamn hard to give up this fight. So, I gotta remind...
That I love to eat alone, drink alone, sleep alone, talk as long as I want to on the goddamn telephone. None of this checking in, reckoning, wondering what you're thinking when I spend the night out on my own. Drink my morning tea in the afternoon, sip a bottle of red, smoke a j, and howl at the moon. Strolling through the streets to the beat of my feet, tapping in the easy evening summer breeze.
But-- oh-- can't pretend that I don't care. I'm shaking, heart breaking, can't fake it, I'm taking my time recognizing that you're not there to share with anymore.
I like to eat alone, drink alone, sleep alone, talk as long as I want to on the goddamn telephone. None of this checking in, reckoning, wondering what you're thinking when I spend the night out on my own. Drink my morning tea in the afternoon, sip a bottle of red, smoke a j, and howl at the moon. Strolling through the streets to the beat of my feet, tapping in the easy evening summer breeze.
But-- oh-- can't pretend that I don't care. I'm shaking, heart breaking, can't fake it, I'm taking my time recognizing that you're not there to share with anymore.
'Cause I'm a young, tough, mad, mean, rough motherfucker, with the mind of a killer and the heart of a lover. At least it seems it when I get in this mood-- when no amount of scheming, dreaming, does a bit of use. Oh, heart is full to overflowing, crying, sighing, always growing. Rage and anger, this I know, is fire for the present moment.
But-- oh-- can't pretend that I don't care. I'm shaking, heart breaking, can't fake it, I'm taking my time recognizing that you're not there to share with anymore.
There's a time to resist, and a time to give in... it's the standing still that hurts the worst of all. But I know I can't go on living in the past, it's the surest way to make these blues last-- but I'm finding it goddamn hard to give up this fight. So, I gotta remind...
That I love to eat alone, drink alone, sleep alone, talk as long as I want to on the goddamn telephone. None of this checking in, reckoning, wondering what you're thinking when I spend the night out on my own. Drink my morning tea in the afternoon, sip a bottle of red, smoke a j, and howl at the moon. Strolling through the streets to the beat of my feet, tapping in the easy evening summer breeze.
But-- oh-- can't pretend that I don't care. I'm shaking, heart breaking, can't fake it, I'm taking my time recognizing that you're not there to share with anymore.
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As the Crow Flies
Beyond the waves, and over seas, as the crow flies... 10,332 miles. Stuck in your own head, old house, hold out 'til the pain drops off, banish all doubt. Can't afford it when your body's breaking into bits and your heart's impatient. Oh, little brother's words: Reassuring little birds. "Breathe deep, hold tight, think big picture and put up the good fight." Beyond the waves, and over seas, as the crow flies... 10,332 miles. Helpless, hopeless, struck down again. Twisted, torn, tied, pushed to the edge. Salty streaks marking wooden floors. Crawling up, crawling out, stuck on all fours. Will it ever, will it ever, will it ever end? Now that I've come to the world's end? Now all I have are my little brother's words, reassuring little birds: "Breathe deep, hold tight, think big picture and put up the good fight." Beyond the waves, and over seas, as the crow flies... 10,332 miles. |
Wheels Turn
Wheels turn, by the shore Traveling man, always searching for more. And three thousand miles away, Wheels they are turning in a different way. Oh, one set on the road and covering ground-- the other, stuck at home, wheels spinning around and around, in her head, in a home that leaves no room for wandering. Solitary girl in the year that's gone by-- She's been training her brain, she's been taking her time: Just soaking up abundance that the world has to give, with open arms and an open heart and a hunger to live. Oh, one set on the road and covering ground-- the other, stuck at home, wheels spinning around and around, in her head, in a home that leaves no room for wandering. Wheels turn, by the shore Wandering man, he be searching no more. 'Cause he's on his meery way to meet the match for the strong heart that he's cultivated. Oh, one set on the road and covering ground-- the other, stuck at home, wheels spinning around and around, in her head, in a home that leaves no room for wandering. |