JACK'S MANNEQUIN lyrics

Last Straw

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I heard that you went out last night And you looked beautiful just like a bat Beneath the moonlight I stayed home took a Vicodin... Sometimes it's all that I can do When I think about the president How did he become the president? And I stayed awake for a day or two I thought about the world Drank gin and watched the news And there are some things I'll never understand Why the country needs a God And a woman needs a man And you never write me letters And you never sent my sweaters So I could stay warm when I was without you Without you I don't sleep Just dream... And I scratch these words into a black notebook I wrote your name on top I knew you'd never look I tried my best to fight the atmosphere To think the happy thoughts That leave the phone lines clear I see Arizona stars from here But Peter Pan is miles away And you never write me letters And you never sent my sweaters So I could stay warm when I was without you Without you I don't have... A place that's safe from all the monsters That hide in my head and sing me to sleep (sleep) This is the last straw... This is the last straw she said And I won't wait for you forever While you run around like JFK You watched that poor girl Waste the best years of her life And I'll be damned if I am going out I will not go out that way! And you never write me letters And you never sent my sweaters So you could stay warm when I was gone Without you I don't have... A place that's safe from all the monsters That hide in my head and keep me 'til dawn And I think this is the last straw.

The Village In The Morning

Magnetic Fields "Get Lost"
Outside the rain is coming down Inside it's warm and dry You'll never find a cab uptown So why not stay the night? Why don't you call in sick tomorrow Let's sleep the day away I've got pyjamas you can borrow Let's take a holiday (C): You can't leave the village in the the morning When the radio writes poetry for Avenue Pi You get tangled in the wheels of old queen river And you can't find the breath to whisper Goodbye Whisper goodbye Why don't you stay until the weekend It should clear up by then As your resolve begins to weaken We'll become such good friends And you could stay until the summer And we can sleep through spring And I can telephone my dummer And have her get your things (C) Why don't you stay until we're old And fall in love with life Why don't you stay untl we're ghosts We'll only seem to die

Insomnia (Video Edit)

FAITHLESS "Disc 1"
Deep in the buzzem of the gentle night Is where I search for the light Pick up my pen and start to write I struggle a fight Dark forces in the clear moonlight without fear Insomnia. I can't get no sleep I used to worry Thought I was going mad in a hurry Getting stress, making access, mess in darkness, no electricity Something's all over me Greasy Insomnia please release me And let me dream of making mad love to my girl on the heath Tearing off tights with my teeth But there's no release, no peace I often return without sees Like a curse Open my eyes and rise like yeas At least. A couple of weeks since I last slept Kept, taking sleepers, But now I keep myself pep Deeper still The night, I write by candle light I find inside Fundamental movement So when it's black This insomniac Take an original tack Take the beast in my nature under ceaseless attack I gets no sleep I can't get no sleep

Where Hides Sleep

ALISON MOYET "Alf"
Where hides sleep is she watching me Don't desert me now Where hides sleep you're tormenting me Don't forsake me now Take hole of my soul and pull me into darkness Cover me over and styfle my anguish Where hides sleep she's avoiding me Don't evade me now Where hides sleep please don't torture me Don't forsake me now I open my lips to your warm ancient potion I would be still and devoid of emotion For I would be slumber that I could be rest Curl in warm embers of such peacefulness Caressed by oblivion and swallowed by dreams I want you to hold me and cover my eyes From the cold distant daylight Holds no surprise

Neverender

COHEED AND CAMBRIA "Second Stage Turbine Blade"
when you've gone about things all wrong bury them here, with a lifetime you would never regret in savoring sleep, what do you mean i toss and turn everywhere? i'll miss you when you're gone with pretending that you weren't the world to me with that you'd call me a liar and in making mistakes you'll rest incomplete in graver mistakes (i'll be home) dear mom and dad, i'll write you in this letter that states (i'll be moving on) when the new day's begun, (new day's begun) forget your son when he's out on his own the hand reads seven-thirty and your night begins to sink in the short but faster fall anxious but calm retort to a mirror that frames your face baring the finest swell and the day begins to break, like the tears that run across your cheek stand straight and imagine you then in things and the way they could have been when the thoughts they race across your chin here in the neverend in graver mistakes (i'll be home) dear mom and dad, i'll write you in this letter that states (i'll be moving on) when the new day's begun, (new day's begun) forget your son when he's out on his own point your gun in another direction now that you've cried yourself to sleep point your gun in another direction now that you've cried yourself to sleep here and there after the fire (before you walk home) when he's found figuring, will he be home again? (signal loss and stereo) with wide open windows will she be waiting for (the sounds surround the overpass) with severed arm placement when the day's dark, old and dead (a dead man against you) we'll write her a letter with long time passing by in graver mistakes (i'll be home) dear mom and dad, i'll write you in this letter that states (i'll be moving on) when the new day's begun, (new day's begun) forget your son when he's out on his own point your gun in another direction now that you've cried yourself to sleep point your gun in another direction now that you've cried yourself to sleep here and there after the fire after the fire i'll be home...

Pulse

CURSIVE
i'll never go back there don't make me go back there... now that god is an athiest finally i can sleep at night in a hotel room with holes in the curtains i shivered as she slid up my leg she could convince me a hundred hail mary's she whispered dear boy, your god is me i'll never go back there don't make me go back there... i...don't...sleep...in this dead cold bed in a hotel room the color of her skin holes in the drapes spray beams of light strangling lovers, were we kidding each other gasping for breath, in poisonous lies in a hotel room (it was my second communion) is that your blood cleansing my veins if three little angels (would peak in these curtains) they'd whisper dear boy, your mouth was too warm was too warm was too warm

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