What song fits your current mood? vs.the harder styles of life

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The Mighty Mighty Bosstones-The Route That I Took

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Without really knowing I took all the wrong routes
The misguided monster in the Doc Marten boots
In the wrong directions against all of the grains
Got off at all the wrong stops, back onto all the wrong trains
When holy hell just broke loose, to cut it out shut it down
There was the substance abuse running rampant through town
And when the trouble I had at the back door of the Channel
A steady headache and a handful it was

Too hard to handle - Too hard to handle
Time I took a good look at the route that I took

Without a drop of the sense that God had gave to a stone
But in my own self defense well I was not all alone
I had the partners and colleagues and the cohorts in crime
Heaven sent to me hell bent to be one hell of a time
There was a swift sudden shift and way to many went south
The deadly God given gift to junkies I kept my mouth shut

While I made up my mind I had some choices to make
Should I leave Hell far behind me just

For Heaven's sake - For Heaven's sake
I just took a good look at the route that I took

I took them all, can you recall the concert hall down at the Bradford Ballroom
I was tripping pretty hard I had dropped what I had copped down on the Boulevard

Without suggesting to you the routes I took were never wrong
I took a look and still I took and somehow I stays strong
And I just stayed on the course with very few deviations
One of two situations some other odd altercations
And when my days were to dark well I had something to sell

I am the carnival barker with some stories to tell
There'll be apologies made at every fork and each bend
And I'm so glad that I stayed and I will


Stay till the end - Stay till the end
Glad I took a good look at the route that I took

Stay till the end - Stay till the end
Glad I took a good look at the route that I took
 
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Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering.
Grinning wide
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes. 

On my back and tumbling
Down that hole and back again
Rising up
And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye. 

In... Out... In... Out... In... Out... 

A child's rhyme stuck in my head.
It said that life is but a dream.
I've spent so many years in question
to find I've known this all along. 

"So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?" 

Shroud-ing all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me.
Black as holes within a memory
And blue as our new second sun.
I stick my hand into his shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song... 

"So good to see you.
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?" 

Prying open my third eye.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing the tail of dogma.
I opened my eye and there we were. 

So good to see you once again
I thought that you were hiding from me.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason. 

Prying open my third eye
 
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