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NEW ORDER lyrics - Low-Life

Ultraviolence

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Who saw those dark eyes Who saw those dark eyes These years gone by Deep within Burn my skin All those years gone by In the heat of the night All those years gone by Who felt those cold hands Who felt those cold hands Touch my skin Deep within Burn my soul Fell to the ground Where I was found All those years ago All those tears ago All those years ago Everybody makes mistakes Everybody makes mistakes Even me Just be free This is a place Where in the end It happens in Our world within Time to go Time to go

Panic

ANATHEMA "A Fine Day To Exit"
You know you ain't going nowhere you're stuck inside while the mind is flying you said you'd help me in the morning twisting on pins into my eyes and we driving on the ceiling below you facin' up the walls with your crocked hands while you're miles away... I don't think at all end up like this there's spiders on the wall and they stink of piss dead heads lying in the corner staring at me making me feel bad I put my hands up to my eyes but the holes in my palms let me find a way to corner you... I can't feel my chest because it ain't much sucking through my skin into my brain oxygen pushing on the window cracks in the glass let it slip away I start to cry and I keep on laughing I close my eyes at what's left inside and then I'll ran away... For all the time this land for all the time in my hand circle around in depth found calmness fall once again... Razor blades floating in the warm bath air bubbles in your veins turning my hands black whispers coming from the next room window cleaner keep on spying I put my hands up to my eyes but the holes in my palms let me find a way to corner me... Twelve ton hammer for my breakfast slipping of the edge in catatonic blood multiple decibel inscriptions trying all they can in miles an hour all face grey and looming downwards sniffing all the time for a ounce of silence screaming all the way... Numbers counting down inside me solar system thoughts circle round my head false teeth hanging from the ceiling feet looking of the goms of the 2nd son I eat my hands 'cos my legs are crying you broke my neck 'cause I snapped my spine I wish you would die away... For all the time this land for all the time in my hand circle around in depth found calmness fall once again...

The Woman With The Tattooed Hands

ATMOSPHERE "Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EPs"
[verse 1] I used to know this woman who had the most beautiful tattoos on the top sides of both of her hands she was forty three years old and as far as I know had never yet been with a man its not that she wasn't attractive she was beatiful but its the way that she interacted she was aggressively passive to the point where she would of intimidated any mitt that ever tried to catch her on the right hand she had a tattoo of a nude girl she claimed it is what God resembled but on the left she had a mirrored image of the same female and this one she explained looked like the devil I remember once watching her touch her own breasts how the tattoos smiled as they stared down her stomach as if anticipating would they be allowed to caress the sweet flower that they both seemed to hunger (sweet flower) now maybe I was high but it felt so right heaven and hell both take to this womans womb it didn't make sense how she could commence touching herself with me wide awake in the same room now if I've learned anything in my years (my years) I learned I no longer believe in surprise (in surprise) but what happened next damn near stole my tears the tattoos came alive right in front of my eyes they both slowly stood up and climbed off her hands and showed me why she never took some time with a man they climbed deep inside of this woman's garden she closed her eyes and she gently bit her bottom lip I stepped I left and I don't regret leaving and I'll never forget all the things I saw that evening a glimpse of religion a piece of coming closer to understanding more about what intrigues me most I didn't get turned on I just got turned I wasn't as aroused as I was concerned for each one of em I've hurt and every time I've been burned I've got a lot to teach but even more to learn so now I keep my eyes open hoping to take in all I can about Woman taking in all she can and for as long as I breath i'll save a seat in my memory for that woman with the tattooed hands [chorus: repeat 5x till song fades] There's good and evil in each individual fire identifies needs and feeds our desires as long as we keep our spirit inspired she can bite her bottom lip all she wants

'03 Adolescence

J. COLE "2014 Forest Hills Drive"
I grew up, a fuckin' screw up Tie my shoe up, wish they was newer Damn, need somethin' newer In love with the baddest girl in the city, I wish I knew her I wish I won't so shy, I wish I was a bit more fly I wish that I, could tell her how I really feel inside That I'm the perfect nigga for her, but then maybe that's a lie She like a certain type of nigga, and it's clear I'm not that guy Ball player, star player, I'm just watchin' from the side On the bench, cause my lack of confidence won't let me fly I ain't grow up with my father, I ain't thinkin' bout that now Fast forward four years or so from now I'll probably cry When I realize what I missed, but as of now my eyes are dry Cause I'm tryna stay alive, In the city where too many niggas die Dreamin' quiet tryna dodge a suit and tie Who am I? Aye who am I? (Yeah) Things change, rearrange and so do I It ain't always for the better dawg I can't lie I get high cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to sooth your soul If you see my tears fall just let me be Move along, nothing to see I always did shit the hard way, my niggas *** slangin' in the hallway Burnt CD's and trees like this was broadway, Times Square Kept the dimes there in the locker Some Reggie Miller With more brown hairs than Chubacca Whispers that he got it for the low low Sell a, dime for a dub, them white boys ain't know no better Besides, what's twenty dollars to a nigga like that? He tell his pops he need some lunch and he gon' get it right back I peep game Got home snatched my mama keychain, took her whip The appeal, too ill to refrain I hit the boulevard pull up to my nigga front door His mama at home, she still let em' hit the blunt though I told her hello and sat with my nigga and laughed And talked about how we gon' smash all the bitches in class I complimented how I see him out here getting his cash, and just asked "What a nigga gotta do to get that? Put me on" He just laughed when he seen I was sure 17 years breathing his demeanor said more He told me, "Nigga you know how you sound right now? You won't my mans, I would think that you a clown right now Listen, you everything I wanna be that's why I fucks with you So how you looking up to me, when I look up to you You bout to go get a degree, I'ma be stuck with two choices Either graduate to weight or selling number two For what? A hundred bucks or two a week? Do you think that you would know what to do if you was me? I got, four brothers, one mother that don't love us If they ain't never want us why the fuck they never wore rubbers?" I felt ashamed to have ever complained about my lack of gear And thought about how far we done came From trailer park to a front yard with trees in the sky Thank you mama dry your eyes, there ain't no reason to cry You made a genius and I, ain't gon' take it for granted I ain't gon' settle for lesser, I ain't gon' take what they handed Nah I'm gon' take what they owe me and show you that I can fly And show ol' girl what she missing The illest nigga alive Aye who am I? Things change, rearrange and so do I (Aye who am I?) It ain't always for the better dawg I can't lie (Aye who am I?) I get high cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to sooth your soul If you see my tears fall just let me be Move along, nothing to see I never felt better

People In Love

10CC "Deceptive Bends"
People in love do funny things Walk under buses and burn their wings People like us do nothing right Talk to the ceiling into the night Look at the smile in her eyes I knew I was right in my bones I feel the turnin' of wheels as it grows Look at my face in her eyes Am I right, am I wrong She's given me butterflies all along Ooh sitting alone in the dark Ooh feeling you close to me We're in a dream But the hands on the clock seem to know Tell me it's time to go People in love play silly games Running in circles and everywhere People like us can make believe Love is forever and I'll never be Ooh sitting alone in the dark Ooh feeling you close to me We're in a dream But the hands on the clock seem to know Tell us it's time to go

My Beautiful Deep End

I MOTHER EARTH "Blue Green Orange"
You held out and hurt yourself again did i not make it clear to look around my selfish queer with unlit eyes and average dope you're in the dream room all alone I have seen you before, holding out here in the deep end my beautiful deep end with all and odd You yell out and touch the sound so overwhelmed by simple things you tend to fear the time is now for ease and thought to come around and let you know you're in the dream room letting go Wake up and drown don't swim, breathe or float away I'm sorry but I might have made it sweet in the gold drunken sunset where we'd lose our heads another time or close our eyes just right and try to imagine we're miles away at peace out in the open To precious hands holding tongues hard maybe one good word would tell us something whole and small.

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