The bitter end, and Plasticine - PLACEBO!
The Bitter End
Since were feeling so anaesthetised
In our comfort zone
Reminds me of the second time
That I followed you home
Were running out of alibis
On the second of may
Reminds me of the summertime
On this winter's day.
See you at the bitter end
See you at the bitter end
Every step we take that's synchronised
Every broken bone
Reminds me of the second time
That I followed you home
You showered me with lullabies
As youre walking away...
Reminds me that its killing time
On this fateful day
See you at the bitter end
See you at the bitter end
See you at the bitter end
See you at the bitter end!
Plasticine
These aren't the only words I know, but The lyrics I love best on Plasticine are:
The only thing you can rely on...Is that you can't rely on anything
Don't go and sell your soul for self-esteem
Dont be, Plasticine
DONT FORGET TO BE THE WAY YOU ARE!!
Opeth - Black Rose Immortal
In the name of desperation
I call your name
A lamentation I sigh
Again and again
Spiritual eclipse
The gateways are closed for me to seek
The night...
A veil of stars, watching
My shadow is born from light
The light of the eye, in darkness
Over troubled waters memories soar
Endlessly, searching night and day
The moonlight caresses a lonely hill
With the calmness of a whisper
I wear a naked soul
A blank face in the streaming water
It is cold in here
Frost scar my coat with dust
Eyes attach to your mute portrait
We spoke only through thoughts
Together we gazed, awaited
Hours brought thirst and the rising sun
Sunbirds leave their dark recesses
Shadows glid the archways
Do not turn your face towards me
Confronting me with my lonliness
You are in a forest unknown
The secret orchard
And your voice is vast and achromatic
But still so precious
Lullaby of the crescent moon took you
Mesmerized, its kaleidoscopic face
Granted you a hollow stare
Another soul within the divine herd
I have kept it
The amaranth symbol
Hiddin inside the golden shrine
Until we rejoice in the meadow
Of the end
When we both walk the shadows
It will set ablaze and vanish
Black rose immortal
It is getting dark again
Dusk shuffle across the fields
The evening trees moan as if they knew
At night I always dream of you
one of my favorite songs...very deep
[Pharoahe Monch]
Yo
Truth had me up against the ropes and semi-concious without no boxing skills
Fear of it makes hair on my neck grow like minoxodil
Watchin the clock is ill when, faced wit the truth
Parallels observing, amateur video tapes of
Twenty-one top notch NYPD cops get ill
Fill they minds not to kill still son, never revealed
True feelings, we speakin on the truth right now in itself is healing
See The Creator, created existence and balance
At right angles, unless it was conceived and stated
So whoever shall stray away from right lives wrong
The deliverance of the word false opposite of truth off course
Sure as my slave name sending
Troy Donald Jamerson paves the path, enabling truth
To stay stable and cling to EARTH!
Sorta similar to the way static electricity sting see
Truth brings light, light refracts off the mirror
Visions of yourself and error could never clearer
The truth is that you ugly, not on the outside
But in the inside on the outside you frontin you lovely
The discovery of these things and all are well-hidden
But when you in denial of self it is forbidden, that's the truth
[Female singer]
In due time we will find
[Common] *speaking behind vocals*
See it everywhere, gotta recognize it
Let the truth be told from young souls that become old
From days spent in the jungle, where must one go
To find it, time is real, we can't rewind it
Out of everybody I met, who told the truth?
Time did We find kids speakin cuz it's naturally in us
But the false prophets by tellin us we born sinners
Venders of hate, got me battlin my own mind state
At a divine rate, I ain't in this just to rhyme great
See the truth in the thighs of a stripper, the eyes of my nigga
If it's only one, then why should it differ
So constantly I seek it
Wonderin why I gotta drink a six pack to speak it
Took a picture of the truth and tried to develop it
Had proof, it was only recognized by the intelligent
Took the negative and positive, cuz niggas got to live
Said I got to get more than I'm given
Cause truth'll never be heard in religion
After searchin the world, on the inside what was hidden
It was the truth
[Female singer]
Truth, truth, truth, truth, truth truth
In due time, we will find
[Talib Kweli]
Check it, on my neck I still got marks from the nooses
The truth it produces, fear that got niggas on the run like Carl Lewis
The truth is my crew is the smoothest bits of saliva juices
Like the roots is, more organic than acoustics
Heavenly [...] set you free and kill you in the same breath
That shit you gotta get off your chest before your death, unless
The way you speak is lighter than a pamphlet
Cause the truth give the words away to the planet goddammit
I ran wit what God planted in my heart and I understand it
To be the bring the light to the dark, breathe some life in this art
This must be the truth (why?) cuz we keep marchin on (true)
The truth lay the foundation of what we rockin on (true)
You can't see it if you blind but we will always prevail (true)
Life is like the open sea, the truth is the wind in our sail
And in the end, our names is on the lips of dying men
If ever crushed in the earth, we always rise again
When the words of lying men sound lush like the sound of a violin
The truth is there, it's just the heart you gotta find it in
[Female singer]
You will find (7x)
😛 too much...
just a small part of a song
"My insanity is what you thrive on; so rip it from my soul so everyone will know in the end we were never friends...Have you ever felt lost inside, so unloved within, that you almost die; Have you ever stepped out of the light and realized there's a stranger inside"
good song ✅
Band: Jets to Brazil
Album: Orange Rhyming Dictionary
Song: Starry Configurations
starry configurations am just a receiver
divine recombinations am just a recordist
receptionist - unhappy medium
receptionist - unhappy medium
excellent accommodations am just a bellboy
beautiful surroundings am just some gravel
or peat moss, what have you
or peat moss, what have you now?
why must you treat me like you do?
don't you know it's all for you
dear infatuation, you do not see me
die here beside you in see-through obscurity
governess, fancy less, we'll sound the alarm
and drum up some simpleton for you
to eat these apples from your eyes
emptiness fills room
your love's bud goes full bloom
you don't love me
aren't thinking of me
why am I waiting for you to see I'm alive
storybook ending am just a ledger
hardly worth a mention or the paper
it's written on and cried upon
and kissed once by wax
but still you treat me like you do
with everything I've done for you
striking like a bird of prey along your notepad now
the only year that turns your way
my dear diary: it's just you and me tonight
you don't love me
aren't thinking of me
you don't love me
aren't thinking of me tonight
why am I waiting for you to see I'm alive
MF DOOM
is that so
the first hip-hop chat show
whoever talk slick get they lip popped by fatso
(whu-pop) bum feel the sting linger
wrote this humdinger with a dislocated bling finger
still king of the hill it's the DOOM hour
when he came and spit more gibberish than Boomhauer(mang)
wigs will bleed with the quick speed
drag 'em back stage like the tiger nigga did Sigfried
caught a deal on a sawed off bought off soupy sales
and a hood chick just to ward off the groupie males
most will boast that his flows is costal
hope he get on the mic and don't go postal
keep it blissful--it's wishful thinking
piss full of drinking--fistfull of lincolns
pistol full of lead--with one in the head
and a fanbase that spread from the unborn to undead
dunce head
terror alert high
dress code when it's dress mode--shirt and tie
a certain guy told her ignore the mask
a flirt in a skirt make ya beg for the ass
baby got back maybe got black
in a stranger house Danger Mouse gave 'em hot tracks
asked him could he bark on the beat and spark cali
villain not the cat you wanna meet in a dark alley
MF DOOM
who got the most whips gats an cash
if you ask the villain, he say who gives a rats ass
can't take it wit you when you breath ya last
in the meanin in between pass that grass
give thanks, his rank is that of big stank dank
he often'd time drank by the river bank
an kept a silver shank, for a calm cat
always stayed strapped for hand to arm combat
for doom the bell tolls
let them fools know ain't no more room in these hell holes
its filled up to the brim wit sold souls
crackheads dope fiends an 40's of ol' gold
hold up, the boldest who ever sold it
whoever dare roll up, prepare to get folded
like Holly Hobby, gosh golly gee
the back of Hector Hoskerish's trolly red wash me
dag nabbit, the mask is like a chick magnet
some'll let you stab it for a nic' of the babbit
they say he talk slick like Dick Habbot
a fiend for the mic an can't kick it like a sick habit
give him a hero's holla
along wit more free doe then creeflow dolla
holy toledo how he make bass on the today show
they say he wear a mask in case his face show
its better then a stocking bird brain
find him on the corner rockin Mockingbird lane
he's a odd man grandma
and shes a bad mamma-jamma either squeeze the damn hammer
or stop complainin, on the top hes remainin
alot of pop sensations need more proper home trainin
the people say he's the nicest
he only wants to be left alone to his own devices
if the price is right he might sing a new smash
then laugh an twist his rolly fingers moustache
tear ya crew a new..gash
an prepare a new batch, of his own special herb goulash
villain, the dork who talk funny
an he'll put one in ya, so watch where you walk money
like sonny say, doom all goomas they cure tumors
beware of the doomsta!!
Band: Jets to Brazil
Album: Orange Rhyming Dictionary
Song: Sea Anemone
the curtain's a sea anemone
in the way it sways
to the slow breeze
I lie spread out on the floor
looking at these things
and most of them are yours
and it's so nice
sitting very still
without those old shoes
I could never fill
starfish with its arms out in a daze
staring at the stars
through an ocean haze
was I one you wished upon?
burned out like a lightbulb
when you turned me on
and it's so nice
sleeping here all alone
with my ashtray and
white courtesy telephone
now I'm making out the shapes
like the shower rod - can it take my weight?
I will tell you I am fine
I got some news, friend, feels like I'm dying
turtle on its back in the desert sea
and you look like a cool drink
just slightly out of reach
draw myself into the shell
waiting on a sign from god
or a nod from hell
and it's so nice
sitting very still
without those old shoes
I could never fill
no we're turning on the lights
it's the first day of my second life
take my name off of the lease
you can even keep the name it never suited me
Band: Jets to Brazil
Album: Orange Rhyming Dictionary
Song: China Town
candle is blue could see me through but I'm color blind
they tell me it's blue and I'm a believer that's why I'm blind
live on the freeway listen to signs and we drive by feel
be a believer believe everything you'll be right
half the time
candle is waxing takes my apartment I bask in its magic
all of the firefighters put out my fires took all my matches
staying up later waking up old and I'm leaving her never
ordering in all friends and lovers and we're making our weather with a lone light bulb
I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting, so I'm demolished - that's the way
some make exhaustion a mode of expression and that's their way
I'm just a question knowing my answer I hope I'm wrong
but I know the answer it's four in the morning I'm right again and I'm chinatown
now in a hurry, rubbing up urgent to get home to dot
was my missed mistress messed up my mattress I missed the catch
last of the pitchers catfish done hunting harry lundt
most of the killers never get famous and it's hard on everyone
I'm tired of fighting
Band: Jets to Brazil
Album: Four Corner Night
Song: Air Traffic Control
air traffic control it's me
coach-class row thirteen
i've got that sinking feeling
is everything allright?
stare at the wing and think
it's later than i think
look at these passengers
if there's babies i'll survive
it's hard to be
a passenger for me
you know i'm always looking down
i will compose this note
in case i don't come home
i'm thinking of you
before the plane goes down
if i forgot to say
i loved you every day
know i've been keeping track
in my quiet way
it's hard to fly
if you don't believe all the time
i know i sometimes let you down
it's hard to see
something that's so close to me
but i'll see you in my dreams
i'm feeling turbulence
no one else sees
i'll see you in my dreams
i'll see you in my dreams
MF DOOM
the rest is empty wit no brain but the clever nerd
the best emcee wit no chain ya ever heard
take it from the tec 9 holda (clack)
they bit an dont know they next shine from shinola
everything that glitter aint fishscale
lemme think, dont let a faint get Ishmail
a shot of Jack got her back its not a act stack
forgot abou the Cackalack, holla back
clack clack blocka, villainy
feel him in ya heart chakra chart topper start shit stopper be a smart shopper
shot a cop day around the way bout to stay
but whod a know theres 2 mo' that wonder where the shooter go
bout to jet get em, not a bet dead em
let em spit venom said em got alot of shit wit em
let the rhythym hit em, its stronger in the other voice
we make the joints, that make em spread em butta moist
man please, the stage is made of panties
from the age of baby hoochies on to the grannies
ban me the doe rake, daddy
the flow make her fatty shake, patty cake patty cake
for fate, if he was Anita Baker's man
he'd take her for her masters, hit it once an shake her hand
on some ol' thank ya maam an ghost her
she could mind the toaster if she sign the poster
a whole host of roller coaster riders
not enough tracks (is it?), hot enuff black (for ya)
its too hot to handle, you got blue sandals
who shot ya? ooh got you new spots to vandal
do not stand still both show skills close, but no crills, toast for po' ills post no bills
coast to coast joe shmoes flows ill go chill not supposed to overdose, no doze pills
off pride tikes now talk wide thru scar meat
off sides like how worf rides with starfleet
told ya, on some get rich shit
as he get older he get colder then a witch ***
this is it, make no mistakes where my nigga go
..........figaro, figaro
O's beats and my rhymes attack
a scary act, all black like miss mary mack
wait till you see em live on the piano
doom sing soprano like uno dos y'ano
my momma told me
blast him an pass her her glass of ol' E
not to be troublesome but i could sure use a quick shot of double rum
no stick of bubble gum
i like ice cream, we could skip the weddin
have a nice dream she only let him stick the head in
Band: Jets to Brazil
Album: Four Corner Night
Song: You're X-Rays Have Just Come in......
maybe some day we'll meet again
when our two roads hit the same dead end
and o-oh i'm counting the days
cuz you've got something that i've never since seen
a willing heart and a part that's clean
we're both good at counting days
with an ounce of intuition and your parents' ammunition
you come here hungry wearing naked ambition
hysterical to meet you
can you get me in?
i got three years tied to the mast of this town
she's a handsome ship but i'm going down
and o-oh she ain't coming with me
there's a time to fight and a time to get out
but you'll fight till we're all knocked out
and oh i keep counting teeth
everyone's an artist with a pristine vision
a cellular intelligencer with a fire in her kitchen
too many chefs on dope. and the rich don't listen
i am the rabbit wrapped in panic actor
bag in a tree you will outlast the cast and me i gotta get some release!
it's up or out and the ladders on fire
she greased her frock with a smile that moves the sky
surviving the insult day to day
they give you the insult to make it go away
and o-oh what can i say?
i got a wine swept smile and a well-timed mile
i've been running since i heart they'd sooner see us die
than o-oh come and die next to us
up to her knees in men keep hitting
and the white suits **** like bad television
latest simple angel come die next to me
i am a shifting shape a wire walker
coked with the hopes of happy happy ever after
i came to trial out of style
but i got my eye on a country mile
where the people you know are the ones you like
Band: Jets to Brazil
Album: Four Corner Night
Song: Milk and Apples
now she's milk and she's apples
you're scotch and segregation
lips like molasses
you're smiling saccharine sidewalks
crashing the car just to make a connection each week
greasing the palm of the grease monkey keep it discreet
while she types and she answers
you pay for information
wonder what are the chances
just pray there's conversation
taking your faith past her desk on a mid day drive
radio filling aborting your mission drive by
you're in the bathroom playing dead
i just know numbers now i'm feeling
what am i feeling what am i feeling and what i feeling
i can't cut though to you
caught yourself while undressing
nude in a cold reflection
hands probe assessing
slow pills to change the painting
running the ship over rocks as the sirens sing storms
taking the water to heart as you make for the shore
she's milk and apples
and i'm on nine
Band: Jets to Brazil
Album: Four Corner Night
Song: Mid-Day Anonymous
what will you do to turn this around
so many behind you so many before you
ticket in one hand gun in the other
what will you do which hand will you use?
came on the run and you will leave running
there's always someone to keep you from thinking
loving her desperately knowing you're leaving
what will you do now with no one to go to?
there are so many places to see
there are so many people to be
this country was promised to me from the start
the kids. the park. the crosshairs find their mark.
i think i'm the sum of what's before and what's to come
a saint with a scope and a holster full of hope
it depends it depends some stories never end
but mine unwinds in seconds
what will you do to save your own life
drink yourself brilliant, make love to your image
dad's on the left side, mom's on the right
what will you do now to keep them divided?
eyes out the window the folly of humans
mid-day anonymous when guns find their purpose
end of the country the end of the century
ending of everything the ending is everything
there are so many people in me
there are so many women to meet
remember me to all the ones i have lost
the glock is cocked. the sheep begin to drop
i think i'm the son of what's before and what's to come
a saint with a scope and a pocketful of dope
seven stars! seven stars! the kingdom is ours
the stairs the light the street the blue and whites
deep in the flat with the technicolor cat
and hey my varicose guilt!
Band: Jets to Brazil
Album: Four Corner Night
Song: Orange Rhyming Dictionary ( Like the album 🙄 )
words in my head
atom splitting up the twins
rocks inside my head again
keeps me from your bed
sends me errand boy at swim
to drag my lake for scars
do the stars conspire
to kill us off with loneliness
am i so inspired that i could save
the both of us
stayed up all night
rubbing words but they don't take
now the sun says
what a mess you've made
with a bag of beer
held like the last girl on earth
to keep your hands from words
do the stars conspire to pin us
down like butterflies
a life on the trial the hot stare america
sunrise cemetery nervous breakdown
saw my angel making eyes at strangers
i was indisposed i couldn't blame her
know i came to bury and wound up staying
verse in my head
first light fingers rake the hills
turns a landscape into lines
finds the phantom limbs
connects the dots i got her name
from an orange rhyming dictionary
sunrise cemetery nervous breakdown
saw my angel making stories for me
now i know her and she meant to save me
with an orange rhyming dictionary
do the stars conspire to shock us into tiny measures
can you survive going crazy every time you see her?
The Warrior is a Child
Lately I've been winning battles left and right
But even winners can get wounded in the fight
People say that I'm amazing
Strong beyond my years
But they don't see inside of me
I'm hiding all the tears
And they don't know that I go running home when I fall down
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and cry for just a while
'Cause deep inside this armor
The warrior is a child
Unafraid because His armor is the best
But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest
People say that I'm amazing
Never face retreat
But they don't see the enemies
That lay me at His feet
And they don't know that I go running home when I fall down
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and cry for just a while
'Cause deep inside this armor
The warrior is a child
And they don't know that I go running home when I fall down
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and look up for a smile
'Cause deep inside this armor
Deep inside this armor
Deep inside this armor...
The warrior is a child