Interested in Cryptocurrency?
Visit best CoinMarketCap alternative. Real time updates, cryptocurrency price prediction...

JULIAN CASABLANCAS lyrics - Tyranny

Human Sadness

Original and similar lyrics
Put money in my hand And I will do the things you want me to. Vanity, overriding wisdom, Usually common sense. Should I delete it, You said you'd read it You promised you would never ruin it with sequels, I wake for you, on and on Beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field, I will be meeting you there. Beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field, I will be meeting you there. Beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field, I will be meeting you there. The moon's a skull, I think it's grinning The room is full of people now I think it's spinning Wanted you, didn't ask for nothing. Wait for you, on and on And I don't need your tie, I don't need to, tired of saying it. We don't need more talk, don't empty out your canteen on the desert floor. Ahhh, it's all my fault Never wanna spell it out, I just want to say that it is all my fault, I could never spit it out, I don't wanna fix your tie. Never want to say we're sad, Thankful that we got some chance, I know you won't get back your time, I wish that you could take it back. Beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field, I will be meeting you there. Beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field, I will be meeting you there. Beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field, I will be meeting you there. He wanted it more than me, I suppose I was in a rush to wait in a line. Now I hear echoes of my old self, This is not the way to be. All at once, I lost my way. Is it not true, the things that we did? Come here at once and look what they did Come here shut down and tune in tonite, Learn the words that they teach you without you realizing it Come here sit down and watch some TV Mine all mine, wait your turn, Cross my cross, slice his hand, Not your son, not your friend, not your enemy. I rely on the little things to get me by, Conscience says, "I'm okay", You don't hear what they say. "He's not my son, search his home" Off to war, It's time to go hide inside. Soft skin, Weak chin, Just walk me thru it, tell me what to do I'll do it Hurry hurry, that's my baby Ohh, do what you can. All the time - he waits for me. And now we talk from time to time, Hits you on the head when nobody's there, Then he says, "come here could you fix my tie?" It's never gonna be, To be is not the way to be. Show me where to go, don't get angry so quickly, Fuck depression. Beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field, I will be meeting you there Beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field, I will be meeting you there Beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field, I will be meeting you there Understanding is more important than love, If not money will always trump justice All is lost, I'll find my way. So I say, To be is not to be. To be is not the way to be.

Father's Song

JONAH33 "The Strangest Day"
Trying to catch this phenomenon is like trying to capture a flame Everyone wants to save the world but no one will take the blame And when will we learn the end result of our negligence Something's wrong, it's not quite right, we have misplaced common sense Excuse me but has anyone seen everyone's dad? 'Cause a boy is the only thing that God can use to make a man And a boy is the only thing that God can use to make a man Point the finger at education and we curse the silver screen The prison system regurgitates and we wonder what does this mean And boys will be boys but not without a man called dad Something's wrong, the boy moves on to try to live a life That he's never had, to try to live that he'll never have Look around the family is a dying breed And broken homes become majority And the future is always born from example So where are the men that God gave the responsibility to lead

Bag Of Flash And Thyme

Kashmir
I know how it feels when you're here puts the heat in the air when you're near but I will never know whats going on below skin, bones and hair I'd fall from a tree for a smile hit myself and still hurt for a smile but I will never find the bag of flash and thyme shine me the stairs I dig through the soil and the shields and the softness of gold turns to steel I drink too long and wet my tongue 'cause I have done you wrong...dead wrong I talk to the fish on the floor see my new found friend never gets bored my favorite place of all is the closet in the hall here noone calls see, I dig through the soil and the shields....

Blind

Butt Trumpet
Something has gone wrong We're losing all our rights Everyone is blind Everything has changed Moving every day Towards a police state Secret government Will take it all away Disinformation Is your only source Burying thee truth Keeping us apart Illuminati Secret society What can we do? What can we do? Have we all lost? Is it too late? What can we do? What have we done! I often wonder why Nobody can tell just what the hell Is going on Everything you're told Your entire life Every single thing Is a fucking lie Look around you Things are not the same We're letting them win Who's the one to blame? Majority Jason society What will you do? What will you do? When it's all gone You will be in chains When it's all gone You will be their slave Something has gone wrong Our minds are numb We're lobotomized From mind control But what of us Is it not our fault? We let them rule We became the flock Nineteen people Are in command You think you know Just where it started? They've got the balls of Uncle Sam What did we do? What did we do? It's all gone We are all their slaves We are fucking blind We are all in chains ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------ Eric WincentsenGlendale Community College Glendale, Arizona We want the airwaves!

1915

ANTI-FLAG "The General Strike"
In a letter to every president, congressman, career politician, Scrawled in spite across the envelope With all of our conviction. In only took a few hours for his peers To find him guilty in a trial too fair, A wobblie, immigrant worker has no place among the living. "My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce." Murdered by the capitalist, November 1915 be careful of what you wish. Who is wrong and who is righteous? What was stolen from us we will replace, Off with the head on the body we feast, Who is wrong and who is righteous, Will never be our own decision. He yelled fire to the squad with guns, they stopped his heart from beating. Every word he wrote, he spoke, he sung, we are still singing: "My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce, And let the breezes blow my dust to where some flowers grow. Perhaps some fading flower then would come to life and bloom again". If the workers take a notion, They can stop all speeding trains, Every ship upon the ocean. They can tie with mighty chains Every wheel in the creation, Every mine and every mill. Fleets and armies of all nations Will at our command stand still.

Would You Lay With Me (In A Field Of Stone)

JOHNNY CASH "American 3: Solitary Man"
Would you lay with me in a field of stone? If my needs were strong, would you lay with me? Should my lips grow dry, would you wet them dear, In the midnight hour if my lips were dry? Would you go away to another land? Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand? Wipe the blood away from my dying hand, If I give myself to you? Will you bathe me with me in the stream of life? When the moon is full will you bathe with me? Will you still love me when I'm down and out? In my time of trial, will you stand by me? Would you go away to another land? Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand? Wipe the blood away from my dying hand, If I give myself to you? Would you lay with me in a field of stone? If my lips grow dry, would you wet them dear? Would you bathe with me in the stream of life? Will you still love me when I'm down and out? Would you lay with me in a field of stone? When the moon is full, will you lay with me?

Was it funny? Share it with friends!