makes you feel in the most profound way imaginable
This has got to die
I said, this has got to stop.
This has got to lie down with someone else on top.
Well, you can keep me pinned, it's easier to tease.
But you can't paint an elephant
quite as good as she.
And she may cry like a baby, and she may drive me crazy
'Cause I am lately lonely.
So why'd you have to lie?
I take it I'm your crutch;
the pillow in your pillow case is easier to touch.
And when you think you've sinned, do you fall upon your knees?
Or do you sit within your picture?
Do you still forget the breeze?
And she may rise, if I sing you down.
And she may wisely cling to the ground.
'Cause I am lately horny
So why would she take me horny?
What's the point of this song?
Or even singing?
You've already gone, why am I clinging?
Well, I could throw it out,
and I could live without.
And I could do it all for you;
I could be strong.
Tell me if you want me to lie,
'cause this has got to die.
I said, this has got to stop.
This has got to lie down, down
with someone else on top.
You can both keep me pinned, 'cause it's easier to tease.
Well, you can't make me happy
quite as good as me;
Well, you know that's a lie.
Not nearly as moving or emotional on paper as it is fused with the beautiful, beautiful sounds which usually accompany it. Not even close. I swear these letters were created for the sole purpose of writing these words; just as these sounds have been around for so long, forever, floating aimlessly, waiting for these words. They then came together, mixing and sinking into each other absolutely perfectly.
These words and these sounds were given life only to become one and rip feeling out from inside every person graced with their presence.
I said, this has got to stop.
This has got to lie down with someone else on top.
Well, you can keep me pinned, it's easier to tease.
But you can't paint an elephant
quite as good as she.
And she may cry like a baby, and she may drive me crazy
'Cause I am lately lonely.
So why'd you have to lie?
I take it I'm your crutch;
the pillow in your pillow case is easier to touch.
And when you think you've sinned, do you fall upon your knees?
Or do you sit within your picture?
Do you still forget the breeze?
And she may rise, if I sing you down.
And she may wisely cling to the ground.
'Cause I am lately horny
So why would she take me horny?
What's the point of this song?
Or even singing?
You've already gone, why am I clinging?
Well, I could throw it out,
and I could live without.
And I could do it all for you;
I could be strong.
Tell me if you want me to lie,
'cause this has got to die.
I said, this has got to stop.
This has got to lie down, down
with someone else on top.
You can both keep me pinned, 'cause it's easier to tease.
Well, you can't make me happy
quite as good as me;
Well, you know that's a lie.
Not nearly as moving or emotional on paper as it is fused with the beautiful, beautiful sounds which usually accompany it. Not even close. I swear these letters were created for the sole purpose of writing these words; just as these sounds have been around for so long, forever, floating aimlessly, waiting for these words. They then came together, mixing and sinking into each other absolutely perfectly.
These words and these sounds were given life only to become one and rip feeling out from inside every person graced with their presence.