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ARIEL PINK lyrics - The Doldrums

Let's Build A Campfire There

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Red woods are passing along When I am closed in the dark The air is cold and this fresh air's old Where the flowers, her young heart lands Let's make a campfire there [x4] Let's put some wood on the sand Let's get the twigs in our hands Those [?] times, nature's [?] We just can't compare Let's build a campfire there [x2] Let's make a campfire there [x2] You were sitting by the fire And I just watched from far away Something out there made you smile And the forest was cold, But my body was warm It finally felt like this was our home And right then I ran all the way back Into your arms There's love in my heart like a tree It's here that I long us to be Your face is so bright, Like a distant porchlight For a stranger who's far from home Here with my face in your hands Such hesitation inside Let's make a campfire there [x8]

Lost My America

I MOTHER EARTH "Dig"
A chair in the corner One leg broken And a whisper in the hall There's frustration Another walk around the room A loss of direction Before the start Some say a lot With few words spoken Some with peace Say nothing at all It's just a matter Of motivation to live Just a question Of where to get love Thrills and sand Fall through my open hand Where's my time gone Words look for the song Lost my America But made my own way I believe To this garden But on my face The idea is showing Shelter me for no reason At all Sunlight slanting Paranoid Feeling cold A little fucked up... alone Seems I'm spending These supposed best of years Quite unlike It says right here Cold A little fucked up... alone Take the face In hands spread open And one to one Let the power run Feed the mouth That's hungry... open Feed the mind That wonders why

Sugarfoot

THE WALLFLOWERS "The Wallflowers"
Sugarfoot's got two hands Just as long as he can see, One hand in the birdfeed And a hand in the apple tree. He stands in line, just a little behind A yellow moon that hangs, he's all tangled and he broke his sticks on the links Of his own chain gang. You oughta see this home that he own, It's like a box of jewelry, He's got his own church bell And his bed it lays in a gallery. And all the colors they shine like flames Coming in through the window pane, They end up getting checked over twice For the reds of someone's veins. It's so cold and blown all apart, It's so cold and needing of a heart. He stands alone on the top of his home Where all the blue birds flown, Sucks in on his cheeks and he cries As he moans through a saxophone. He reaches high with his hands in the sky And puts his fingers right into the storm Always one to stand under the moon And blow on his own horn. And anyone with anything has already begun to think That somebody down there knows Just how he sat down on his knees in the dirt And buried someone's rainbow. It's so cold and blown all apart, It's so cold and needing of a heart. It's so cold and blown all apart, It's so cold and needing of a heart. Well, I know you ain't my enemy, The only one's inside of me, He's killing me getting free. I hear he wants my head with an old ice pick And fix me up on a stick. An' all I've ever got to be Is everything I wanna be And Sugarfoot disagrees, He still stands tall underneath that apple tree Man, he's still watching me. His chain gang is tryin' to pull me down Like the birds and the fireflies. They shoot arrows up into the skies And they burn all the feathers dry. Well, he only wants to fill his belly up With rocks till it hurts, then he stops. Well, he don't know what to do with love If it don't fill his belly to the top. It's so cold and blown all apart, It's so cold and needing of a heart. It's so cold and blown all apart, It's so cold and needing of a heart.

Usually Just A T-Shirt: Untitled #12

JOHN FRUSCIANTE "Niandra Lades & Usually Just A T-Shirt"
Blind your head in catastrophe icicles No-one's fed in cycles led by cycles dead Ask to shine the flag Love is distance and blue sits like apples bite And flows through our hands I said 'Hi' to a man who shot his sister Panned through the station And jumped in front of a train Said I'm a bit confused to meet you Life's what scissors do to a day So their smiles pave the way Sand drips with waves And clouds my head cuz I'm a fortune fellah's bed And I'm the tunes played by the goons Who ride in fairy's wombs And stole the road the other way And sold tomorrow to yesterday and I know the feeling of pushing you out of a building Tiny people pulsating hit the sky Still the ground got up and wiped your face You expected to fly, wind up your misfortune Sling 'em to a Maitre-Dee Who wears dead butterflies on his face And is hoping to grow wings He really wants to tell you 'hey give your tears to today' Grind yourself souvenirs under your stolen years Hands in your pockets Your hands getting numb been hurt in grinds jive Do the avenues that seem to meet defeat you Did you ever try to hug the sky behind your head I walked forever sightseeing a screen Shuffled a mean green ping Dives head first into a hole in the water Drives side to side like a floating machine Dove dancing to a fable told to a sea of disintegration Crawl to a celebration of dirt that leaves that taste of wine Sucked from a hair that digs into the darkness Full of the fair that my head rides. I slide your kind through a ladder Hanging on a star Stray close so far Away from the climb A tape like section of introspection To rewind would be to recline. Hit the pounds underlying gently Ride on the side Tell your problems to zero He's got nothing to hide.

Untitled #12

JOHN FRUSCIANTE "Niandra Lades and Usually Just a T-Shirt"
Blind your head in catastrophe icicles No-one's fed in cycles led by cycles dead Ask to shine the flag Love is distance and blue sits like apples bite And flows through our hands I said ‘Hi' to a man who shot his sister Panned through the station And jumped in front of a train Said I'm a bit confused to meet you Life's what scissors do to a day So their smiles pave the way Sand drips with waves And clouds my head cuz I'm a fortune fellah's bed And I'm the tunes played by the goons Who ride in fairy's wombs And stole the road the other way And sold tomorrow to yesterday and I know the feeling of pushing you out of a building Tiny people pulsating hit the sky Still the ground got up and wiped your face You expected to fly, wind up your misfortune Sling ‘em to a Maitre-Dee Who wears dead butterflies on his face And is hoping to grow wings He really wants to tell you ‘hey give your tears to today' Grind yourself souvenirs under your stolen years Hands in your pockets Your hands getting numb been hurt in grinds jive Do the avenues that seem to meet defeat you Did you ever try to hug the sky behind your head I walked forever sightseeing a screen Shuffled a mean green ping Dives head first into a hole in the water Drives side to side like a floating machine Dove dancing to a fable told to a sea of disintegration Crawl to a celebration of dirt that leaves that taste of wine Sucked from a hair that digs into the darkness Full of the fair that my head rides. I slide your kind through a ladder Hanging on a star Stray close so far Away from the climb A tape like section of introspection To rewind would be to recline. Hit the pounds underlying gently Ride on the side Tell your problems to zero He's got nothing to hide.

You Will Come

Darkseed
I gave her eyes my own to take and round she turned my sake My hands in need and gave herself indeed I met a girl down in the meads A fading rose was on her cheeks Her honey eyes dreaming wild Full beautiful, a fairy-child And on the floor she's all alone I sit upon this cold, grey stone And I dream my time away yet conversing as I may And the stars through the spears My heart waters full of tears Run in blood down the wall for another give you ease Do you know who made you? You are called by what you do Into spheres, spheres we see Joy reduces to misery I feel my strenght to fade Almost asleep, my only sake She spoke the words, used the clue I love you true... And the fields, black and bare The eternal winter's there Fed with cold, fearless hands in a rich and fruitful land And the sun does never shine Joy another loss of mine In what distant deeps or skies burned the fire of your eyes? Never end...

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