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Heart Of Glass

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DREAMING Blondie (Harry/Stein) When I met you in the restaurant you could tell I was no debutante You asked me what's my pleasure A movie or a measure ? I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming Dreaming is free I don't want to live on charity Pleasure's real or is it fantasy? Reel to reel is living rarity People stop and stare at me we just walk on by; we just keep on dreaming Feet feet walking a two mile Meet meet meet me at the turnstile I never met him I'll never forget him Dream dream even for a little while Dream dream filling up an idle hour Fade away radiate I sit by and watch the river flow I sit by and watch the traffic go Imagine something of your very own; something you can have and hold I'd build a road in gold just to have some dreaming Dreaming is free

No Reason For Your Dreams

DON MCLEAN "Tapestry"
There's no need to find a reason for your dreams for there is always more to dreaming than there seems to be. And I'll be thankful if through out my life you dream of me. It's all that I could ask for while I live. A dream is such a lovely gift to give. Ah, da, da. Your fragile beauty caught me in its web. And I am held by every silver strand of love you spin. Here in a swirl of sleeping circles all my dreams begin. Dreams that somehow always end with you. You're the one that makes my dreams come true. Sleep is lovely when you sleep next to me. And while you're dreaming let your thoughts all run free. But if I could understand what makes you free, then I would capture you and hold you for eternity. But I'm afraid that would destroy the love you feel for me. And loving you is how it has to be. Reasons don't mean anything to me. Loving you is how it has to be. Reasons don't mean anything to me....

I Do Not Feel Like Being Good

RYAN ADAMS
I do not fee like being good Come crawling out of the cages in the night and be quick The blue light fades into the palms And the moon is on the rise and the wolves they howl along Oohhh Stuck on a dream in rewind Oohhh This is where we meet in my mind The sky's on fire, your hairs a mess I go over all the ways that we undress and I sit Breath so slow I forget Back against the wall in the place where you and I met Oohhh Can't remember nothing she said Oohhh This is where we meet in my head Oohhh Heavy eyes the color grey Fallin to the sidewalk storm risin up between the grates Slow cars snake in the night The moons all fucked up and it crashes into the riverside Oohhh Blasted on my radio dial Oohhh This is where we meet in my mind On the roof I watch the trains Barrel off into the distance until I can feel he dust on my face I'm on a long refrain But the sound of my luck running of with your lead A light you held to the blue The bricks off the buildings across from me and you Or the ticking of my watch Counting me backwards until I got lost Stuck on a dream in rewind Oohhh This is where we meet in my mind Oohhh This is where we meet in my mind

The Dawntreader

JONI MITCHELL "Song To A Seagull"
Peridots and periwinkle blue medallions Gilded galleons spilled across the ocean floor Treasure somewhere in the sea and he will find where Never mind their questions there's no answer for The roll of the harbor wake The songs that the rigging makes The taste of the spray he takes And he learns to give He aches and he learns to live He stakes all his silver On a promise to be free Mermaids live in colonies All his seadreams come to me City satins left at home I will not need them I believe him when he tells of loving me Something truthful in the sea your lies will find you Leave behind your streets he said and come to me Come down from the neon nights Come down from the tourist sights Run down till the rain delights you You do not hide Sunlight will renew your pride Skin white by skin golden Like a promise to be free Dolphins playing in the sea All his seadreams come to me Seabird I have seen you fly above the pilings I am smiling at your circles in the air I will come and sit by you while he lies sleeping Fold your fleet wings I have brought some dreams to share A dream that you love someone A dream that the wars are done A dream that you tell no one but the grey sea They'll say that you're crazy And a dream of a baby Like a promise to be free Children laughing out to sea All his seadreams come to me

American Dream

AFROMAN "Because I Got High"
Yes! Yes! Thank you for inviting me here for my final speech. Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians, and transvestites, allow me to introduce myself as the Hungry Hustler, Afroman. I am the American Dream. Even though the government tried to experiment with me by placing me in the projects, I'm still the American Dream. Surrounded by drugs, jeopardized my life by living around thugs, but I'm still the American Dream. Kicked outta Palmdale High School because I was considered a distraction to the educational process. I've traveled through the complete metamorphosis of the justice system, and I'm still the American Dream. Entered Juvenile Hall as a tadpole; hopped outta prison as a bull frog, but I'm still the American Dream. The most rejected, disrespected, when I went for a job I was never selected, but I am still the American Dream. And right about now, I find it quite serendipitous to see that all of you some-timin', wishy-washy, two-faced, back-stabbin', coniving hypocrites have accumulated here in my midst to persecute my character with such flagrant slanderousity, but I counter-attack by calling it constructive criticism, and all of your negativity has been recycled into motivation, and I am still the American Dream. Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now I'm found; was blind, but now I see. There's a lot of people out there who can identify with me. Young lady right here, you may be a single teenaged mother, but you are still the American Dream. The lady next to you, yes. Your breasts may not be as big as men think they should be, but you are still the American Dream. Young man, you may not be a baller, shot caller, with 20 inch blades on the impala, but you are still the American Dream. Young man right here, you may have spent all your money on a hood rat bitch and didn't get no pussy last night, but you are still the American Dream. Yes sir, I am just like Ham. I'm for the black man, the mexican, and even poor white, all human beings that have no rights. So put down your past, pick up your future, follow me as we journey through the Red Sea, cause I have been to the mountain top, I've seen the Promised Land, mine eyes have seen the glory of the Underground Category. My mind has been delivered. My spirit has been reinstated from the Corporate World's modern-day slavery. I've been emancipated. Free at last! Free at last! Fuck a drug test, I'm fittin' to roll some grass. Love, peace, and Afro grease, Fro-ever! Buccooocc! A-E-I-O-U, and sometimes W. 'Cuz I'm high, cuz I'm high, cuz I'm high.

Ballad In Plain D

BOB DYLAN "Another Side Of Bob Dylan"
I once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn I courted her proudly, but now she is gone Gone as the season she's taken. Through young summer's breeze, I stole her away From her mother and sister, though close did they stay Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day With strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us. Of the two sister, I loved the young With sensitive instincts, she was the creative one The constant scapegoat, she was easily undone By the jealousy of others around her. For her parasite sister, I had no respect Bound by her boredom, her pride to protect Countless visions of the other she'd reflect As a crutch for her scenes and her society. Myself, for what I did, I cannot be excused The changes I was going through can't even be used For the lies that I told her in hopes not to lose The could-be dream-lover of my lifetime. With unseen consciousness, I possessed in my grip A magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart being chipped Noticing not that I'd already slipped To a sin of love's false security. From silhouetted anger to manufactured peace Answers of emptiness, voice vacancies Till the tombstones of damage read me no question but, 'Please What's wrong and what's exactly the matter ' And so it did happen, like it could have been foreseen The timeless explosion of fantasy's dream At the peak of the night, the king and the queen Tumbled all down into pieces. 'The tragic figure' her sister did shout 'Leave her alone, God damn you, get out' And I in my armor, turning about And nailing her in the ruins of her pettiness. Beneath a bare light bulb the plaster did pound Her sister and I in a screaming battleground And she in between, the victim of sound Soon shattered as a child to the shadows. All is gone, all is gone, admit it, take flight I gagged in contradiction, tears blinding my sight My mind it was mangled, I ran into the night Leaving all of love's ashes behind me. The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet The words to say I'm sorry, I haven't found yet I think of her often and hope whoever she's met Will be fully aware of how precious she is. Ah, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me 'How good, how good does it feel to be free ' And I answer them most mysteriously 'Are birds free from the chains of the skyway'

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