The random lyrics post

She said to me, over the phone
She wanted to see other people
I thought, Well then, look around. They're everywhere
Said that she was confused...
I thought, Darling, join the club
24 years old, Mid-life crisis
Nowadays hits you when you're young
I hung up, She called back, I hung up again
The process had already started
At least it happened quick
I swear, I died inside that night
My friend, he called
I didn't mention a thing
The last thing he said was, Be sound
Sound...
I contemplated an awful thing, I hate to admit
I just thought those would be such appropriate last words
But I'm still here
And small
So small.. How could this struggle seem so big?
So big...
While the palms in the breeze still blow green
And the waves in the sea still absolute blue
But the horror
Every single thing I see is a reminder of her
Never thought I'd curse the day I met her
And since she's gone and wouldn't hear
Who would care? What good would that do?
But I'm still here
So I imagine in a month...or 12
I'll be somewhere having a drink
Laughing at a stupid joke
Or just another stupid thing
And I can see myself stopping short
Drifting out of the present
Sucked by the undertow and pulled out deep
And there I am, standing
Wet grass and white headstones all in rows
And in the distance there's one, off on its own
So I stop, kneel
My new home...
And I picture a sober awakening, a re-entry into this little bar scene
Sip my drink til the ice hits my lip
Order another round
And that's it for now
Sorry
Never been too good at happy endings...

I think I'll go on a walkabout
And find out what it's all about
Just me and my own two feet
In the heat I've got myself to meet
A detective of perspective I
Need to try to get a bigger eye
I could learn the art of life
On a walk I could find a wife
On a walkabout

You could do it in the city
You could do it in a zone
You could do it in a dessert
You could do the unknown
On a walkabout

High dessert skies are what I spy
So flyÑyou've got to wonder why
The stingrays must be fat this year
Moving slow in my lowest gear
The digirido original man with a dream
I believe the Aborigine
On a walkabout

You could do it with a shuffle
You could do it with a stroll
You could do it with a stride
You could do it all alone
On a walkabout

I've been sitting far too long
At homeÑI've got to get along
A walk could cure most all my blues
bare feet or in my two shoe
Bloodwood flowers in my gaze
Walkabout in a sunny daze
On a walkabout

I think I'll go on a walkabout
Find out what it's all about
Just me and my own two feet
In the heat I've got myself to meet
Use your legs to rock it wide
Take a ride to the other side

RHCP

You're now tuned into the muh'fuckin greatest
Turn the music up in the headphones
Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off nigga
I got you, yeah

If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder

[Verse One]
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche
Feelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the Lord, nigga grip I'm a boss
Stab the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin
All the ballers is bouncin they like the way I be leanin
All the rappers be hatin, off the track that I'm makin
But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pots
Nigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the block
Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block
I can run it back nigga cause I'm straight with the Roc

If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder

[Verse Two]
Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch, tryin to get me a Rover
Tryin to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir
Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya
But like, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealin
Now fifty-two bars come it, now you feel 'em
Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling
In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin
with a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve
At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen
I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean
No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real

If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder


[Verse Three]
Your boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back on the map
Me and my beautiful beeeeeeeitch in the back of that 'Bach
I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggaz scared of that black
I drop that +Black, Album+ then I back, out it
As the best rapper alive nigga axe about me
From Bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammys
The O's to opposite, Orphan Annie
You gotta pardon Jay, for sellin out the Garden in a day
I'm like a young Marvin in his hey'
I'm a hustler homey, you a customer crony
Got some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me?

~Jay Z

sittin here with me and mine.
all wrapped up in a bottle of wine
little we can do... we gon see it thru somehow
so... now are you ready to go, my lady?
I been waitin on the boat here I been waitin so long
"can he see me? does he feel me?
does he know me at all?"
"does it shiver?
always deliver?
does it know me at all?"
bang! bang! goes the night.
all wrapped up in the firelight
don't "rock bottom," just listen.
just slow down
so... now are you ready to go, my lady?
I been waitin on the boat here, I been waitin so long

Originally posted by Porch
She said to me, over the phone
She wanted to see other people
I thought, Well then, look around. They're everywhere
Said that she was confused...
I thought, Darling, join the club
24 years old, Mid-life crisis
Nowadays hits you when you're young
I hung up, She called back, I hung up again
The process had already started
At least it happened quick
I swear, I died inside that night
My friend, he called
I didn't mention a thing
The last thing he said was, Be sound
Sound...
I contemplated an awful thing, I hate to admit
I just thought those would be such appropriate last words
But I'm still here
And small
So small.. How could this struggle seem so big?
So big...
While the palms in the breeze still blow green
And the waves in the sea still absolute blue
But the horror
Every single thing I see is a reminder of her
Never thought I'd curse the day I met her
And since she's gone and wouldn't hear
Who would care? What good would that do?
But I'm still here
So I imagine in a month...or 12
I'll be somewhere having a drink
Laughing at a stupid joke
Or just another stupid thing
And I can see myself stopping short
Drifting out of the present
Sucked by the undertow and pulled out deep
And there I am, standing
Wet grass and white headstones all in rows
And in the distance there's one, off on its own
So I stop, kneel
My new home...
And I picture a sober awakening, a re-entry into this little bar scene
Sip my drink til the ice hits my lip
Order another round
And that's it for now
Sorry
Never been too good at happy endings...

Jesus christ

*sheds a tear*

I love it

in the corner of the morning in the past
i would sit and blame the master first and last
all the roads were straight and narrow
and the prayers were small and yellow
and the rumour spread that i was aging fast
then i ran across a monster who was sleeping by a tree.

and i looked and frowned and the monster was me

well, i said hello and i said hello
and i asked, "why not?" and i replied "i don't know"
so we asked a simple black bird, who was happy as can be

and he laughed insane and quipped "kahlil gibran"
so i cried for all the others till the day was nearly through
for i realized that god's a young man too

so i said "so long" and i waved "bye-bye"
and i smashed my soul and traded my mind

got laid by a young bordello
i was vaguely half asleep
for which my reputation swept back home in drag

and the moral of this magic spell
negotiates my hide
when god did take my logic for a ride
(riding along)

he swallowed his pride and puckered his lips
and showed me the leather belt round his hips
my knees were shaking my cheeks aflame
he said "you'll never go down to the gods again"
(turn around, go back!)

he struck the ground a cavern appeared
and i smelt the burning pit of fear
we crashed a thousand yards below
i said "do it again, do it again"
(turn around, go back!)

his nebulous body swayed above
his tongue swollen with devil's love
the snake and i, a venom high
i said "do it again, do it again"
(turn around, go back!)

breathe, breathe, breathe deeply

and i was seething, breathing deeply
spitting sentry, horned and tailed

waiting for you

david bowie - the width of a circle

thank you for that. i love being reminded of aic.