JACK'S MANNEQUIN lyrics - Everything In Transit

The Mixed Tape

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This is morning That's when I spend the most time Thinking 'bout what I've given up This is a warning When you start the day just to close the curtains You're thinking 'bout what I've given up Where are you now? As I'm swimming through the stereo I'm writing you a symphony of sound Where are you now? As I rearrange the songs again This mix could burn a hole in anyone But it was you I was thinking of I read your letter The one you left when you broke into my house Retracing every step you made And you said you meant it And there's a piece of me in every single Second of every single day But if it's true then tell me how it got this way Where are you now? As I'm swimming through the stereo I'm writing you a symphony of sound Where are you now? As I rearrange the songs again This mix could burn a hole in anyone But it was you I was thinking of And I can't get to you I can't get to you I can't get to you (you, you) Where are you now? As I'm swimming through the stereo I conduct a symphony of sound Where are you now? As I'm cutting through you track by track I swear to God this mix could sink the sun But it was you I was thinking of And where are you now? And where are you now? And this is my mixed tape for her It's like I wrote every note With my own fingers

Turn It Up (I Like The Sound Of That)

AARON LINES "Living Out Loud"
I like the sound of the ocean crashing Waves making their way to the beach I like the sound of the gulf breeze blowing Holding your hand, the sand on our feet I like the sound of raindrops dancing As we sleep away a Sunday afternoon And I like the sound of the alarm clock ringing Means I'll spend another day with you So turn it up, turn it up Turn it up a little louder I can never ever get enough Turn it up, turn it up Cause whenever I'm around you You've got me thinking that I like the sound of that I like the sound of a fireplace crackling Watching a movie, holding you tight Yeah, I love it when I hear you laughing At that joke I've told a thousand times And I like the sound of guitars screaming Music so loud we talk with our eyes Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up a little louder I can never ever get enough Turn it up, turn it up Cause whenever I'm around you You've got me thinking that I like the sound of that I like the sound of your heart beating In my arms, right here, right now When it's so quiet I can hear you breathing That may be my favourite sound Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up a little louder I can never ever get enough Turn it up, turn it up Cause whenever I'm around you You've got me thinking that I like the sound of that Turn it up, turn it up Turn it up a little louder I can never ever get enough Turn it up, turn it up Cause whenever I'm around you You've got me thinking that I like the sound of that

Mountain Men

JETHRO TULL "Crest Of A Knave"
The poacher and his daughter throw soft shadows on the water in the night. A thin moon slips behind them as they pull the net with no betraying light. And later on the coast road, I meet them and the old man winks a smile. And who am I to fast deny the right to take a fish once in a while I walk with them, they wish me luck when I ship out on the Sunday from the kyle. And from the church I hear them singing as the ship moves sadly from the pier. Oh, poacher's daughter, Sunday best, two hundred brave souls share the farewell tear. There's a house on the hillside, where the drifting sands are born. Lay down and let the slow tide wash me back to the land where I came from. Where the mountain men are kings and the sound of the piper counts for everything. Did my tour, did my duty. I did all they asked of me. Died in the trenches and at Alamein ...died in the Falklands on T.V. Going back to the mountain kings where the sound of the piper counts for everything. Long generations from the Isles sent to tread the foreign miles where the spiral ages meet. Felt naked dust beneath their feet. Future sun called winds to blow and the past and present hard-eyed crow flew hunting high and circling low over blackened plains of Eden. There's a child and a woman praying for an end to the mystery. Hoping for a word in a letter fair wind-blown from across the sea to where the mountain men are kings and the sound of the piper counts for eveything. There's a house on the hillside, where the drifting sands are born. Lay down and let the slow tide wash me back to the land where I came from. Where the mountain men are kings and the sound of the piper counts for everything. Where the real mountain men are kings and the sound of the piper counts for everything. Feel the naked dust beneath my toes while the future sun calls winds to blow and the past and present black-eyed crow flies hunting high and circling low between dream mountains of our Eden.

My First Stereo

FM STATIC "What Are You Waiting For?"
Somethin' tells me I'll never be close to another like you helped me throught the things that we all go through. You make every song sound better, taught me how to write a letter I think everyone should get along like me and my first stereo And you used to sing me to sleep and always stood behind me you saw me off when I had to go my first true love was my first stereo Everyone wants, everyone needs, everyone hurts sometimes like me It never rejects me, always accepts me nothing can compete with my first stereo Green light, outta my way seems like just yesterday that you played me my very first mix tape Gave me the courage to say what I wanted to say when it never comes out that way oops, I'm in trouble again. should of listened to them Back to my room and then we're safe now Feels like when we were ten, in my room listenin To some Michael Jackson, relaxin' And you used to sing me to sleep and always stood behind me you saw me off when I had to go my first true love was my first stereo Everyone wants, everyone needs, everyone hurts sometimes like me It never rejects me, always accepts me nothing can compete with my first stereo Everyone wants, everyone needs, nobodys perfect just like me into the stereo is the place I go I wonder what's playin' next on the radio? Somethin' tells me I'll never be close to another like you helped me throught the things that we all go through. Everyone wants, everyone needs, everyone hurts sometimes like me It never rejects me, always accepts me nothing can compete with my first stereo Everyone wants, everyone needs, nobodys perfect just like me into the stereo is the place I go I wonder what's playin' next on the radio?

Live Wire

JACKYL "Stayin' Alive"
Lord I must be dreaming, what else could this be Everybody's screamin', runnin' for the sea Holy lands are sinkin', birds take to the sky The prophets all are stinkin' drunk, I know the reason why Eyes are full of desire, mind is so ill at ease Everything is on fire, shit piled up to the knees Out of rhyme or reason, everyone's to blame Children of the season don't be lame Sorry, you're so sorry, don't be sorry Man has known and now he's blown it upside down And hell's the only sound We did an awful job and now they say it's nobody's fault Old Saint Andres seven years ago Shove it up their richters, red lights stop and go Noblemen of courage listen with their ears Spoke but how discouragin' when no one really hears One of these days you'll be sorry, too many houses on the stilt Three million years or just a story, four on the floor up to the hilt Out of rhyme or reason, everyone's to blame Children of the season don't be lame Sorry, you're so sorry, don't be sorry Man has known and now he's blown it upside down And hell's the only sound We did an awful job and now we're just a little too late Eyes are full of desire, mind is so ill at ease Everything is on fire, shit piled up to the knees California showtime, 5 o'clocks the news Said everybody's concubine was prone to take a snooze Sorry, you're so sorry, don't be sorry Man has known and now he's blown it upside down And hell's the only sound We did an awful job and now we're just a little too late

Silicone In Stereo

JESSICA LOWNDES
Waiting, for a star on the boulevard Driving to the bar in sugar daddy's car. Fading, sleeping in the neighbour's yard Wake up in the morning, hit the gym real hard. Playing pretend, when you smile for the camera lens Got your fake friends and a new juice cleanse. Plastic, just like Barbie and Ken Rolling down the street in a hot pink Benz. Everywhere I go, everyone I know Gonna be like: "What you gotta say, What you gonna do with your life?" Fast life, first class, sipping from the hour glass, Sleeping in the bubble bath (sleeping in the bubble bath) Doing child's pose in pantyhose, Wiping sugar from your nose Silicone in stereo (silicone in stereo) Leaving, that dream at the coffee bean, Looking like a scene from the silver screen. Party, with the queens 'cause the girls are mean Popping adderall on the trampoline. Palm trees, growing from the sand in La La Land Botox, blowjob, a spray can tan. Sleeping, with your best friend's man because you can You don't give a damn 'cause you got a plan. Everywhere I go, everyone I know Gonna be like: "What you gotta say, What you gonna do with your life?" Fast life, first class, sipping from the hour glass, Sleeping in the bubble bath (sleeping in the bubble bath) Doing child's pose in pantyhose, Wiping sugar from your nose Silicone in stereo (silicone in stereo) [x2] Living in a fantasy, your own reality A calamity for the world to see On a cover of a magazine. A story-book tragedy, total insanity. It's everything you wanna be. Fast life, first class, sipping from the hour glass, Sleeping in the bubble bath (sleeping in the bubble bath) Doing child's pose in pantyhose, Wiping sugar from your nose Silicone in stereo (silicone in stereo) [x4]

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