ALEX & SIERRA lyrics - It's About Us

Scarecrow

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[Alex:] I'm standin' still without you In the emptiest of fields I wish that I could say what's on my mind [Sierra:] The straw that fills your heart So you never have to feel You say that you just need a little time [Alex:] Days like these I bury my My each and every word And hide them underneath these lonely trees [Sierra:] The harvest moon is wicked I know that you've been hurt I swear I'm here for good I'll never leave [Alex:] This is where it starts tonight [Sierra:] If you open up your heart tonight [Both:] You're staring out the window And I'm out here in the street You stand there like a scarecrow And I'm begging you to speak You used to be my solid ground Now I'm drowning in the sea And I just want to believe in you and me I just want to believe in you and me (Heeya! Heey! Heeya! Heey) [Sierra:] You used to be so full of life Not just an empty shell You're out there all alone I wonder why [Alex:] The pieces keep on falling out And I pick them up myself But I'd let you steal the buttons from my eyes [Alex:] Oh, this is where it starts tonight [Sierra:] If you open up your heart tonight [Both:] You're staring out the window And I'm out here in the street You stand there like a scarecrow And I'm begging you to speak You used to be my solid ground Now I'm drowning in the sea And I just want to believe in you and me Yeah, I just want to believe in you and me (Heeya! Heey! Heeya! Heey) (Heeya! Heey! Heeya! Heey) [Sierra:] You said you'd open up for me [Alex:] Well nothing's what it seems to be [Sierra:] How can I make you feel again [Alex:] Only you can make me real again [Both:] You're staring out the window And I'm out here in the street You stand there like a scarecrow And I'm begging you to speak You used to be my solid ground Now I'm drowning in the sea I just want to believe in you and me I just want to believe in you and me [Both:] You're staring out the window I'm out here in the street You stand there like a scarecrow I'm begging you to speak You used to be my solid ground Now I'm drowning in the sea And I just want to believe in you and me Yeah, I just want to believe in you and me (Heeya! Heey! Heeya! Heey) [Both:] You're staring out the window I'm out here in the street You stand there like a scarecrow And I just want to believe in you and me

Last Child

AEROSMITH "Rocks"
I'm dreaming tonight, I'm living back home Right! Yeah...yeah Take me back to a south Tallahassee Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy Can't stand up on my feet in the city Gotta get back to the real nitty gritty Yes sir, no sir Don't come close to my Home sweet home Can't catch no dose Of my hot tail poon tang sweetheart Sweathog ready to make a silk purse From a J Paul Getty and his ear With her face in her beer Home sweet home Get out in the field Put the mule in the stable Ma she's a cookin' Put the eats on the table Hate's in the city And my love's in the meadow Hands on the plow And my feets in the ghetto Stand up, sit down Don't do nothing It ain't no good when boss man's Stuffin' down their throats For paper notes And their babies cry While cities lie at their feet When you're rockin' the street Home sweet home Mama, take me home sweet home I was the last child I'm just a punk in the street [Repeat]

Shopping

THE JAM "Extras"
High town - high street connections With clothes at the top of my list You could steal things from the jewelry department But you can't take kind or steal a kiss As I flit from shop window to window I'm trying to pick up a friendly bargin But it's not like the adverts all make out And there's no one to greet you as a friend I dress myself for the part I smile but it just don't work Something about my face - must just be the wrong shape I better try another brand pretty quick I'm haunted by the colours and holding a reminder that I must be inadequate High town - high street connection With clothes at the top of my list

Broke Window

GARY JULES "Trading Snakeoil For Wolftickets"
Loaded tongue and dirty fingers Queen of her mother's house Come step outside feeling full moon high Let's see what we can live without Fix an eye to the dimestore villain Waiting for the wine to pour It comes strong and thin and it tastes like sin The love we've all been in before A million ways to burn I'm just looking out of this old broke window And she's taking a turn I'm looking out of this old broke window And she's taking a turn Her body lies like a landscape before you You're selling your soul by the pound Got snakeoil in spades for the wolftickets trade You look but don't see me around A million ways to burn I'm just standing here on this old street corner And she's taking a turn I'm standing here on this old street corner And she's taking a turn

Garbage

AESOP ROCK "Float"
The ritual goes, same window different visual. Wing of wax, or wing of gold leaf Choose one. Float or plummet 20 thousand cold leagues My nourishment's provided in the summer So that I wonder How y'all chasin' dreams when most tangibles still outruns ya Hail dirty doll immaculate performance Warm as the march of a billion torches forward to burn what I born at Cut and paste alertness to current set is provided quick Shimmy the pirate ship mast, spot the islands on the sovereign in her bow Facing, let's salute the embrace pertinent generals who turned innocent hermits to burning spectacles. Flirtin' with a serpent workin' overtime Drain the battery, siphon the poison and flood his majesty's hatchery. I was riding on the yellow bus to where the brush thickens. Yeah, an it ain't exactly plush pickin's I'd rather take the time to burn every last bridge I've ever crossed beneath the sun Than live my life knowin' you may one day follow me over one. Snake bite Breath too heavy to hold. Caught up in the wake of the red witch tryin' to swim it. Ran for the sake of dead click stripped of idyllic image Steal a sloppy earth meal feed my pottery wheel to model colossal vision Thrill, shrunken with a bucket of pennies I'ma drag my sneakers through the dirt like alligator bellies 'Til the cloud burst Honor and a loud thirst submersed in a trap Little drummer boy vs. thunderclap In a city of garbage, tryin' to reap the harvest Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can Either way, adapt to circumstance or play you final hand. No enigma, an attempt to bury the hatchet Rendered me victim of deviltry plus wounded like stigmatics Somethin's somethin hazardous I smell an inch of difference in this mornin's pollution pistons and how the loose ends drift in My sour patch institutions slipped in amidst the invaders and, Pardon my tone but, This garden's grown fuckin' acres since my visit. Itchin' to count the layers in the blizzard to that chapter where my family inserts the dagger and twists it. It's the carnival, have you any sweets for my weary kin It's the carnival, have you any feed for my cheery grin It's the carnival, welcome, play our games you'll never win Coz it's that carnival where every freak show spectacle's your friend. An' I'm a, Ghostly galleon, tossed upon cloudy seas Antifreeze to glacier cookin' a look of fiery nature It's the, Ceilin' feelin' too heavy to bless the I-beams for a fraction more collapse (I left sorry) that to your door. Bitchin' my back to hell's kitchen, back Burnin' murder machinery, released regardless of the pardons Hitchin my life to the leash of one minstrel Sick of same window different visual Same agnostic hostage different ritual Play, cooperative supercolony clash (I heard we have a dust collection - let me see it) Ooh, I duel this underdog verse forced adaption to the marbles of the now Since then my knuckles haven't once dragged on the ground. In a city of garbage, tryin' to reap the harvest Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can Either way, adapt to circumstance or play you final hand. The ritual goes, same window different visual. The ritual is same fuckin' window different visual.

In These Streets

JAY ROCK "Black Friday"
[Verse 1 - Jay Rock:] Jay Rock, well connected in these streets, I'm a legend Testified, the reason why your momma dialed 9-11 Ride for my line, no questions gotta stay alive Stay inside if you tryna subside a homicide It's suicide to test me, the iron if you press me They say the game cold but I don't know Wayne Gretzky Keep the flamethrower in my coat if you disrespect The clips' known to make a scene when I hit the set Play your cards right or hit the deck The tech hit your flesh and your silhouette Corner store carnivores Fiends schemin', "what the fuck you want a quarter for?" I make a drop off, then I order more I'm with the killers and the thieves, hide your Audemar And if I got the thumper, I'mma hit you with it Blood, I'm on 112 obitual with it [Hook:] We on the avenue, we on the boulevard We blockin' off the block, we corner corner-shops We in the street, we in the street We in the street, we in the street [Verse 2 - Jay Rock:] Mmm, smellin' like dinner time You got a five star mill on you, give me mines And when I take it make sure you don't drop any dimes You play Magic Earvin You gon' see a black burner and a black turban That's a black mask And tell your bitch to get that necklace out her handbag You see it's cutthroat And my reality is cut dope and gun smoke Another casualty the family in the front row of the church pews A politician don't understand a hood nigga' views You see them devils in them black and whites And hit the lights, we hit them corners like Regis on a Monday night I'm in the spot like a dalmation Bake a cookie dinner, nigga break it, go 'head nigga taste it You know I keep them goodies in the oven Dawg it's nothin' want a dish, say somethin' Holla at me [Hook] [Verse 3 - Spider Loc:] Smack the back of my hand with a fresh pack At the meeting the homies know I press facts Can't ignore that he-say, she-say He pillow talk, what she say, he say On Keeway, they wanna see me in the pen Gettin' ends tryin' not to fall completely into sin Ever been in a trap where everywhere you turn You learn it won't help for you to make a U-turn Been through bullshit it only made the S better Recorded with Cube, arguably the best ever Ask me, it gotta be a conspiracy Still, no hate in my spirit, see They keep my reputation like "why are you the worst" No matter how you rehearse they don't vibe through the verse Will my world wide web ever hit these fans Only God knows, it's out of 50's hands [Hook]

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