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Letters To Cleo




Альбом Letters To Cleo



1993
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There it goes again, got a little habit.
Oh, oh, oh,
Stay away from him.
Clinging, gnawing things
Tucked away like secrets.
Ah ha oh,
Stay away from him.
It comes and goes.
He comes and goes.
Look he's turning around.
But,
I can't help it - I'm still waiting.
Guess I wouldn't seek,
Underneath,
A bed,
If I had not.
Hidden once or twice,
Or maybe three times,
There myself.
So how 'bout you?
It comes and goes.
He comes and goes.
Look, he's turning around.
But,
I can't help it - I'm still waiting.
Oh my,
What have I,
Done now?
Oh my, what have I,
Done now?
You're mine,
What's come over,
what's come over you?
[Guitar Solo]
Here it goes again, got a little habit.
Oh, oh, oh,
Stay away from him.
Clinging, gnawing things,
Tucked away like secrets.
Ah ha oh,
Stay away from him.
It comes and goes.
He comes and goes.
Look he's turning around.
But,
I can't help it - I'm still waiting.
Oh my,
What have I,
Done now?
Oh my,
What have I,
Done now?
You're mine,
What's come over you,
Am not, are too,
Oh my.

. . .


I think I'll close my eyes and wait
As the world goes by
Won't see the same old thing that out there
Everywhere, yeah...
The thousand wishes I have had in my life
Come true
After they are gone I say
"What did I do that for?"
But...

I see, I see, I see, I see
This world going in circles around, all around me
I'll end up mad before life is through with me
Guilty old...
I see, I see, I see, I see
This world going in circles around, alll around me
I'll end up mad before life is through with me

I think I'll pay my dues then drive real fast to stand in line
Then I'll wrack my brains to find some chaos
As the image forms I'll let it swallow up my mind
Time will pass I'll ask myself
"This is a joke...right?"

I see, I see, I see, I see
This world going in circles around, all around me
I'll end up mad before life is through with me
Guilty old...
I see, I see, I see, I see
This world going in circles around, alll around me
I'll end up mad before life is through with me

Thinking, I'm thinking thoughtless, but it sometimes seems
I think too much, too hard and it confuses me
I'll rectify myself to all the things I thought were real
Or I'll lock the bedroom door and simply stay at home

I see, I see, I see, I see
This world going in circles around, all around me
I'll end up mad before life is through with me
Guilty old...
I see, I see, I see, I see
This world going in circles around, alll around me
I'll end up mad before life is through with me
Guilty old me...

. . .


Like a gaping hole in the universe, as obvious as anything
could be, trip and fall pants at ankles as it, as it only possible
could be. It's a cosmic thing and it's all around me dangling
like life above me, if you knew where it was headed to, I say
you'd be there already. Can't tear yourself away, can you?
If I'm different now in a brand new light, so? Darts in time
changed everything. I'm moving this, hurdle over that now as it,
only possibly could be. It's encompassing 'cause it's all around me
dangling like you above me. If I knew what I was coming to,
make it stop already. Can't tear yourself away, can you? It's
only right to think about. It's only right to keep it down.
It's only right to throw your arms around it. It's only right
to keep it to yourself. Just be sure to be sure that you're right.

. . .


The saddest sound I've ever heard
The saddest sound I've ever heard
The quiet that takes the place of the silence
That takes the place of your voice
That takes the place of your voice

You're right, reasons are dumb
And I'm just talking too much
And I wanna be alone with what I am
Wasted

The cruelest voice comes back to me
The cruelest thing, you think you didn't know me
It's all right- I am on the outside now
Smiling, but eyes don't lie
But eyes don't lie

You're right, reasons are dumb
And I'm just talking too much
And I wanna be alone with what I am
Wasted

The saddest sound I've ever heard
The saddest sound I've ever heard
The quiet that takes the place of the silence

And you're right, reasons are dumb
And I'm just talking too much
And I wanna be alone with what I am
Wasted

And I'll just come apart or something
Cause no one could be more empty than I am
And I would take it all back if I could
But I can't, but I can't
But I can't, but I can't
Mmm, but I can't, but I can't
Oooh, but I can't, but I can't

. . .


The Sunday Paper is a mess and I'm not gonna pick it up you are if I could
just get on with it. It don't matter my hair's a mess cause you're not gonna
fix it up for me, I am if I could just get on with it, I would take a breath
outside myself a stranger place I couldn't find and no one knows who I am
and you can't say my name. Can't think of anything else worse 'cause if I
didn't fuck it up you would why can't you just do something right. Just
once change my mind cause if you can I'd be the one you know I am but
you're so blind, you always were I didn't catch your name. I would take a
breath outside myself a stranger place I couldn't find and no one knows
who I am and you can't say my name.

. . .


Just living on a Sunday morning
Got my toast and tea and I'm warm and
I just thought I'd think about
All the things to get and keep getting
Never enough, not enough and never ending
I just thought I'd think about

Just living on a Sunday morning
Got my toast and tea and I'm warm and
I just thought I'd think about
All the things to get and keep getting
Never enough, not enough and never ending
I just thought I'd think about

And it might be
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now

Parody of yourself in color
Giving it to everybody but your mother
And you've got much to think about
Soaring higher with every treason
Never justify, never reason
You've got much to think about

And it might be
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now

And it might be

Parody of yourself in color
Giving it to everybody but your mother
And you've got much to think about
Soaring higher with every treason
Never justify, never reason
You've got much to think about

And it might be
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now

And it might be
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now

And it might, might

. . .


It gets loud down here. Fourteen scurrying feet getting as far away as feet
can carry. From under the dust I hear every one of you, from under the dust
I can feel it all. I know what you're thinking. I know what you're saying. It
was another time. I guess you were a friend of mine. It was another time but
not much to recall. From under the dust I hear every one of you, from under the dust
I can feel it all. I know what you're thinking. It isn't hard to tell at all. I know what you're saying.
Your not whispering.

. . .


And as I stood in the place
where I once saw a friend standing,
I didn't mean to run away from you.
I almost lost the chance to save myself.

(chorus)
Mellie's coming over,
she's coming over,
Mellie's coming over, yeah.

Not really lucid but wide awake,
a kind word to snap me out of it
is all that I know it would take from you,
if I knew you really wanted to.

chorus

Hey, where's everybody going?
I can't stay here all alone when
it's been such a long time since I've had this much to say.
Hey, where are you going?
You can't leave me alone and I guess I feel
a little silly but Mellie, can't you stay a little while?

chorus 2x

. . .


Don't feel small when I'm looking down. Don't get too high if I'm looking
up at you. And if the answer looks at me I'll still say I don't know it, not
that I could come around anyway. Look your dreams walk away with mine.
Stumble and cry, but I'm clapping on the inside. I'm clapping on the inside. So what
your answer comes to me. I'm not saying I don't know it but it's not likely
that I'll come around anyway. If I should say something like "no, please
don't go" I am in a bind as much as I am saying good-bye. Don't feel small
when I'm looking down. Don't get too high if you're looking up at me. And if
the answer looks at me I'll still say I don't know it, not that I could come around
anyway. If I should say something like "no, please don't go" I am in a bind
as much as I am telling you, I am telling you a lie.

. . .


Appear and fade away, so far so good and I'll tell you the story this time.
Plan too far ahead, it's the same old thing. Finally kicking it out this time.
Tell me where were you? Now just where were you? When it really
mattered, like this time? Staring down a haze it's supposed to be a better
day but it doesn't really matter, not this time. Step back, step back just
suppose you're where you're supposed to be now. Step down, step down off that
pedestal and then maybe you'll see. Like that time we went back in time surface
wounds could not scar that tough exterior far superior what were you? Appear
and fade away so far so good and i'll tell you the story this time. Planned too
late again, it's the same old thing. Finally kicking it out this time. Step
back, step back just
suppose you're where you're supposed to be now. Step down, step down off that
cutting block, and then maybe you'll see.

. . .


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