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The Bends

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 07:02:50 +0000

Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now when I need you?
Alone on an aeroplane
Falling asleep against the window pane
My blood will thicken

I need to wash myself again
To hide all the dirt and pain
‘Cause I’d be scared
that there’s nothing underneath

And who are my real friends?
Have they all got the bends?
Am I really sinking this low?

My baby’s got the bends, oh no!
We don’t have any real friends, no, no, no

I’m just lying in a bar
With my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend
Waiting for something to happen

And I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish,
I wish that something would happen

Where do we go from here?
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you?
They brought in the CIA
The tanks and the whole marines
To blow me away
To blow me sky high

My baby’s got the bends, oh no!
We don’t have any real friends, no, no, no

I’m just lying in a bar
With my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend
waiting for something to happen

And I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish,
I wish that something would

I wanna live, breathe
I wanna be part of the human race
I wanna live, breathe
I want to be part of the human race

Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now, when I need you?

Blow Out

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 06:58:06 +0000

In my mind and nailed into my heels
All the time killing what I feel

And everything I touch
(All wrapped up in cotton wool)
(All wrapped up and sugar coated)
Turns to stone

And everything I touch
(All wrapped up in cotton wool)
(All wrapped up and sugar coated)
Turns stone

I am fused just in case I blow out
I am glued just because I crack out

Everything I touch turns to stone
Everything I touch
(All wrapped up in cotton wool)
(All wrapped up and sugar coated)

Lurgee

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 06:57:10 +0000

I feel better
I feel better
Now you’ve gone

I got better
I got better
I got strong

I feel better
I feel better
Now there’s nothing wrong

I got better
I got better
I got strong

Tell me something
Tell me something
I don’t know

Tell me one thing
Tell me one thing
And let it go

I got something
I got something
Heaven knows

I got something
I got something
I don’t know

Prove Yourself

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 06:55:27 +0000

I can’t afford to breathe in this town
Nowhere to sit without a gun in my hand
Hooked back up to the cathode ray

I’m better off dead
I’m better off dead
I’m better off

Prove yourself
Prove yourself
Prove yourself

I wanna breathe, I wanna grow
I’d say I want it but I don’t know how
I work, I bleed, I beg, I pray

But I’m better off dead
I’m better off dead
I’m better off

Prove yourself
Prove yourself
Prove yourself

I’m better off dead
I’m better off dead
I’m better off

Prove yourself
Prove yourself
Prove yourself
prove yourself

Woh!

Vegetable

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 06:54:21 +0000

I never wanted anything but this
I worked hard, tried hard
I ran around in domestic bliss
I fought hard, died hard

Everytime you’re running out of here
Everytime you’re running I get the fear

I never wanted any broken bones
Scarred face, no home
Your words surround me and I asphyxiate
And I burn all hate.

Everytime you’re running out on me
Everytime you’re running I can see

I’m not a vegetable
I will not control myself
I spit on the hand that feeds me
I will not control myself

The waters break, the waters run all over me
The waters break, the waters run
And this time you’re gonna pay

I’m not a vegetable,
I will not control myself
I spit on the hand that feeds me
I will not control myself

Creep

Francisco — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 06:46:49 +0000

When you were here before
I couldn’t look you in the eye
You’re just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You’re so fucking special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here

I don’t care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
When I’m not around
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here, oh, oh

She’s running out again
She’s running out
Run, run, run, run!
Run!

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here
I don’t belong here

You

Francisco — Sat, 05 Jul 2008 22:21:33 +0000

You are the sun and moon and stars are you
And I could never run away from you
You try at working out chaotic things
And why should I believe myself not you?

It’s like the world is going to end so soon
And why should I believe myself?

You, me and everything
Caught in the fire
I can see me drowning
Caught in the fire