mi lathe biosas
(Ok, so the phrase is Greek this time- sue me. How many people reading my journal know most of my phrases anyway?)
As always I have oodles of music playing in the background while I'm at work. Most of the time I'm not really paying attention to the lyrics, or even really to the music- it's just background clutter to provide me something to focus against. Today however, I caught three tracks that just struck me as...well, I can't really say why they struck me, but I figured I'd provide the lyrics here so my adoring fans can see what they come up with about them.
Soul Coughing - "Super Bon Bon"
Move upside
And let the man go through.
Let the man go through.
If I stole
Somebody else’s wave
To fly up.
If I rose
Up with the avenue
Behind me.
Some kind of verb.
Some kind of moving thing.
Something unseen.
Some hand is motioning
To rise, to rise, to rise.
Too fat, fat you must cut lean.
You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine,
Chump, change, and it’s on, super bon bon
Super bon bon, super bon bon.
And by
The phone
I live
In fear
Sheer chance
Will draw
You in
To here.
Primus- "Eleven"
I just can't seem to blend
Into society
I have no hope for this dim
Simplicity of law and order
By whose rules I see no rhyme in
the reason
I hold no hope for this holy treason
Of love and so soft
By whose standards
They tell me, they tell me
Who are they, who is they
Cocteau Twins- "Frou-Frou Foxes in Midsummer Fires"
I buckle and rosed
As god and the rest(wrist)
How mere riches be
A war or we lose
Close into symbols
A fly drinks the ignitions(indications)
They turn infant's breath my
Milk and wrap to her baby
In day
And night to come
(x2)
Their little hands
Smooth all things
Ad nauseum
Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening
(Pulled round)
Eyes on the usually science of cherry-colored
(Trousers)
Limelight not the music it's plain as as can be so
(Tighter)
All of the time I improvise by making sure
(Tighter)
It's to wait for you
Rounder
Pulled rounder (x3)
(x2)
Pulled round
Trousers
Tighter
Tighter
Their fan I tickle
From serpents to dragons
I'd immerse you in flame
Your milk and your passion
Lead weight for his from his old turn
The young, I was eagerest
On using the stairs I
How nested to find you
I buckle and rosed
As god and the rest(wrist)
How mere riches be
A war all we lose
Close into symbols
A fly drinks the ignitions
They turn infant's breath my
Milk and wrap to her baby
In day
And night to come
Their little hands
Smooth all things
Ad nauseum
Things old
And young
Very young
Rise here comes our reason
New skies are a young escape to find you
Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening
(Pulled round)
Eyes on the usually science of cherry-coloursed
(Trousers)
Limelight not the music, it's plain as as can be so
(Tighter)
All of the time I improvise by making sure
(Tighter)
It's to wait for you
Pulled round of (x4)
(x2)
Please, feel free to provide me with the wisdom you so desperately seek to impart. :)
As always I have oodles of music playing in the background while I'm at work. Most of the time I'm not really paying attention to the lyrics, or even really to the music- it's just background clutter to provide me something to focus against. Today however, I caught three tracks that just struck me as...well, I can't really say why they struck me, but I figured I'd provide the lyrics here so my adoring fans can see what they come up with about them.
Soul Coughing - "Super Bon Bon"
Move upside
And let the man go through.
Let the man go through.
If I stole
Somebody else’s wave
To fly up.
If I rose
Up with the avenue
Behind me.
Some kind of verb.
Some kind of moving thing.
Something unseen.
Some hand is motioning
To rise, to rise, to rise.
Too fat, fat you must cut lean.
You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine,
Chump, change, and it’s on, super bon bon
Super bon bon, super bon bon.
And by
The phone
I live
In fear
Sheer chance
Will draw
You in
To here.
Primus- "Eleven"
I just can't seem to blend
Into society
I have no hope for this dim
Simplicity of law and order
By whose rules I see no rhyme in
the reason
I hold no hope for this holy treason
Of love and so soft
By whose standards
They tell me, they tell me
Who are they, who is they
Cocteau Twins- "Frou-Frou Foxes in Midsummer Fires"
I buckle and rosed
As god and the rest(wrist)
How mere riches be
A war or we lose
Close into symbols
A fly drinks the ignitions(indications)
They turn infant's breath my
Milk and wrap to her baby
In day
And night to come
(x2)
Their little hands
Smooth all things
Ad nauseum
Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening
(Pulled round)
Eyes on the usually science of cherry-colored
(Trousers)
Limelight not the music it's plain as as can be so
(Tighter)
All of the time I improvise by making sure
(Tighter)
It's to wait for you
Rounder
Pulled rounder (x3)
(x2)
Pulled round
Trousers
Tighter
Tighter
Their fan I tickle
From serpents to dragons
I'd immerse you in flame
Your milk and your passion
Lead weight for his from his old turn
The young, I was eagerest
On using the stairs I
How nested to find you
I buckle and rosed
As god and the rest(wrist)
How mere riches be
A war all we lose
Close into symbols
A fly drinks the ignitions
They turn infant's breath my
Milk and wrap to her baby
In day
And night to come
Their little hands
Smooth all things
Ad nauseum
Things old
And young
Very young
Rise here comes our reason
New skies are a young escape to find you
Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening
(Pulled round)
Eyes on the usually science of cherry-coloursed
(Trousers)
Limelight not the music, it's plain as as can be so
(Tighter)
All of the time I improvise by making sure
(Tighter)
It's to wait for you
Pulled round of (x4)
(x2)
Please, feel free to provide me with the wisdom you so desperately seek to impart. :)