BRENDAN JAMES lyrics - The Howl

Let You Go

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The air tonight is lighter than all the air that I was floatin' on before I'm higher now for sure I'm talkin' bout the feelin', the walk across the ceiling To say goodbye to you and all you put me through I'm up on Jack and Cokes like no one I know How could you bring me down, hell if I know I really think you're heavy so I let you go I let you go, let you go oh oh oh I saw the ghost of Elvis, he asked if I was Elvis He saw the confidence, I have not seen him since I called the leaning tower, we talked it out for hours I finally got my way, I had to have it straight sayin' I'm up on Jack and Cokes like no one I know How could you bring me down, hell if I know I really think you're heavy so I let you go I let you go, let you go, oh oh oh (How're you supposed to live like that, I've got things to do) I feel like cryin', I feel like lettin' go I feel like dyin', I feel like holdin' on I feel like cryin', I feel like lettin' go I feel like dyin', I feel like holdin' on Like holdin' on, holdin' on Gonna let, gonna let you go Da da da da da da I'm gonna miss you, not that much though

A Million In The Morning

JAY ELECTRONICA "The Jay Electronica Project"
[Verse 1: Jay Electronica] I can't sleep at night, I toss and turn Visions of my dead father, hoppin' out the urn King James, Sigmund Freud, Mussolini, Nietzsche If they miss me on the CD, they gonna get me through the TV I'm sleeping and I'm dreaming, walking through the city streets Hoping they don't see me, who? Him right there with hands like a tiger, eyeballs of fire Teeth like barbwire, feet like tires He opened up his mouth and then out came the locusts Real hocus pocus trying to make me lose focus I can't wake up plus I couldn't run fast enough to make it to the truck So I yell... but no sound came out Teacher held me down, while the jackals ate my brain out Then I woke (phew) close call Stumbled to the bathroom, pissed all over the wall Twisted up a nug, sippin' on Jack Daniels, watching True Blood Sookie was gonna getta smashed by Eric and Bill And out the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a few The power went dead and on the beam of light A ship carried me away at the speed of light I said: please don't drop me, I'm scared to fall Just another close call, the writing on the wall [Hook: Jay Electronica] Am I conscious or dreaming Peep or Tom Hanks, Angels and Demons Dear Lord if I die tonight Then I'm looking for revenge Once I step into the light [Repeat] [Verse 2: Jay Electronica] Fuck you Times Square, I'm losing my mind Ice on my nutsack, trying to freeze time Starbucks, Adderall, Nodoz, Hobos The late Richard Simmons and a couple of limes Blame Netflix, cousin of death was on the guestlist Robots and Goldwatchers all over the setlist Yes sir, Decon kills rats I'm running with my wolf pack like Wolfman Jack Crop circles under my eyes Am I coming or am I going on this mushroom high I can't lie, feel good to be me Feel good to be free, feel good to be in 3D on MTV Knock, knock, who is there? Pop, slip down the rabbit hole Back to another unending match of Scattergories (Uhh) Snap out of it man because you got to save face for the politics and...

Broken Arrow

ROD STEWART "Vagabond Heart"
Who else is gonna bring you a broken arrow Who else is gonna bring you a bottle of rain There he goes moving across the water There he goes turning my whole world around Do you feel what I feel Can we make it so that's part of the deal I gotta hold you in these arms of steel Lay your heart on the line this time I wanna breathe when you breathe When you whisper like that hot summer breeze Count the beads of sweat that cover me Didn't you show me a sign this time Who else is gonna bring you a broken arrow Who else is gonna bring you a bottle of rain There he goes moving across the water There he goes turning my whole world around, around Do you feel what I feel Do you feel what I feel Ah can you see what I see Can you cut behind the mystery I will meet you by the witness tree Leave the whole world behind I want to come when you call I'll get to you if I have to crawl They can't hold me with these iron walls We got mountains to climb, to climb Who else is gonna bring you a broken arrow Who else is gonna bring you a bottle of rain There he goes moving across the water There he goes turning my whole world around turning my whole world around turning my whole world around turning my whole world around

Something's Comin' Up

BARRY MANILOW "Barry Manilow II"
Did you ever feel somethin' in the air And you block it out, but you know it's there Did you ever find, things about to change I can see the signs all along my way And I can feel that Something's comin' up And I don't know what it is Something's comin' up And I don't know where it's gonna take me But there's something dyin' Something bein' born I think I'm gonna leave, I gotta get away Maybe try Mill Valley, maybe try L.A. The people I thought I loved Well, we don't think the same There's fury in my blood And I can't stand it one more day And I can feel that Something's comin' up And I don't know what it is Something's comin' up And I don't know where it's gonna take me But there's something dyin' And something bein' born Something's comin' up (comin' up) Something's comin' up (comin' up) Something's comin' up (really don't know what it is) Something's comin' up (really don't know what it is)

Heavy Horses

JETHRO TULL "Heavy Horses"
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust An October's day, towards evening Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough Salt on a deep chest seasoning Last of the line at an honest day's toil Turning the deep sod under Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone Flies at the nostrils plunder. The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie with the Shire on his feathers floating Hauling soft timber into the dusk to bed on a warm straw coating. Heavy Horses, move the land under me Behind the plough gliding --- slipping and sliding free Now you're down to the few And there's no work to do The tractor's on its way. Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed to keep the old line going. And we'll stand you abreast at the back of the wood behind the young trees growing To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth, and your eighteen hands at the shoulder And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry and the nights are seen to draw colder They'll beg for your strength, your gentle power your noble grace and your bearing And you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls in the wake of the deep plough, sharing. Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill Up into the cold wind facing In stiff battle harness, chained to the world Against the low sun racing Bring me a wheel of oaken wood A rein of polished leather A Heavy Horse and a tumbling sky Brewing heavy weather. Bring a song for the evening Clean brass to flash the dawn across these acres glistening like dew on a carpet lawn In these dark towns folk lie sleeping as the heavy horses thunder by to wake the dying city with the living horseman's cry At once the old hands quicken --- bring pick and wisp and curry comb --- thrill to the sound of all the heavy horses coming home.

God Only Knows

JAMES "Gold Mother"
You may say I am cynical, but I say man is flawed He has a vague memory of before some fall Behaving like a reptile, but talks of walking tall If god is in his image, the almighty must be small God only knows Swaggart has been caught with his trousers round his knees After damning me and you to hell for eternity Sex and power and money is the prayer of these priests They bribe their way past heaven's gates and steal a set of keys God only knows My guru has been sleeping with adepts and with sheep While I was fucking celibate, self-righteous in belief Yesterday he was god, now he is a creep We fell upon each other starving for relief God only knows I damn you all to hell I speak in the name of god I know him intimately I speak in the name of the white haired old man in the clouds Always a man Dispensing lightening justice from his fingertips As self-righteous and bigoted as those who created him A cruel desert god with absolutely no sense of humor How do you feel old man? How do you feel? Being spoken for by these self-righteous fanatics Is heaven full, oh lord, of these babbling preachers and God-fearing biggots Well I know where I'd rather be Away from this cacophony God only knows God only knows God only knows

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