Atmosphere - The Woman With The Tattooed Hands Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I used to know this woman who had the most beautiful
tattooes 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 beautiful
but its the way that she interacted
she was aggresively passive to the point where she
would of intimidated any myth that ever tryed to catch it
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 tattooes smiled as they stared down her stomach
as if anticipating when they'de be alive and caressed
sweet flower that they both seemed ta hung with (sweet flower)
now maybe I was high but it felt so right
heaven and hell both take till this womans warm
it didn't make sense how she could-commence
touching herself with me wide awake in the same room
but 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 stold my tears
the tattooes 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'd 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 think 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 women taking in all she can
and for as long as I breath I'de stay reciting my memory
for that woman with the tattooed hands
[Chorus] x 5
There's good an evil in each individual find
identifies needs and feeds I desire
as long as we keep our spirit inspired
she can bite her bottom lip all she wants
Eyedea - Birth Of A Fish
He lives in a four by two glass box
It reminds me of my head
I wish my floor would have rocks, but it's covered with puddles instead
If I could be him, life would be great
I could erase this permanent frown
I wouldn't even be held down by my own weight
I woke up walked to the tank to hear his thoughts on yesterday
How was it? I asked
And after a tapping the glass
He looked my way, then gave me this depressed expression
Impressed, its best just to say
Besides the tides and the grey skies, it was ok!
And I said Hey mister fish, you did all that you wish
You got, nothing to complain about while hanging out in this (bis?)
Well he replied Well Existence is bliss, there's so much that you miss
Besides get off the trip, happiness is just a myth
I said Living in water is extremely more peaceful than
life finding minds, blinded by evil, and forced to see through
these two peep wholes.
It seems a redeemed freedom, not being limited by walls
That only mean to qualify ground for the sky when it falls
That only mean to qualify ground for the sky when it falls
That only mean to qualify ground for the sky when it falls
That only mean to qualify ground for the sky when it falls
But Mr. Fish just laughed as I went on and on and on
So I interrupted his chuckle, puttin' up a middle finger
And he boldly told me it's too bad I'm was such a thinker
So Arrogantly I asked How could someone think too much?
He added that insanity lingers and thoughts brought me to the brink of such
He said you live inside a head that reminds me of my glass box
And everyone's the same; all brains are contained by your reality frame
And chained, to with the rain, its trained hard not to change
And once you see what I've explained you hit the jackpot
And at that very moment it was like my eyes really opened
The air that previously surrounded me was now an ocean
Still totally invisible accept for minor pieces of debris
Then Mr. Fish pushed up to the glass and he looked just like me
My whole world spun around, I didn't understand
But I realised I was no longer a man
So I thought about what he said
And asked him what was going on
And he said, you didn't know it but you where the fish all along
He said, congratulations, you did it, you broke free
You're just a fish like the rest of humanity
Now it took me a long time to get adjusted to this tank
But now I know what I am, and so to that man I give thanks
I've always lived inside this glass box that reminds him of his head
It just goes to show ya that your minds your own monster
Realities what you make it, if you take it away
Your just a fish, like me, swimming in the powdered water