Nothing But A Blur From A Bullet Train Lambchop

Wearing a halo of mist Glowing pink and purple In the afternoon light Sprawling from a hub They gave way to patches of green The wine colored country Unfolded as we tumbled into our rooms And our travel

Nashville Parent Lambchop

But it just looks plain cold from the bottle Another part of the ritual standing in the kitchen Arms are braced against the counter swallowing like mercury down the drain And the neighbors have been drinking

Four Pounds In Two Days Lambchop

They say you walk around As if a ghost had crossed your path And turned into a reading material And as it happens to be chosen From the torn or taffeta You're frozen in the contemplation of a win Okay,

Each Time I Bring It Up It Seems To Bring You Down Lambchop

to your room And lay me on the bed Looking at the stamps That slowly you've collected The impression that was made As you frequently do fly Dripping on the dock You shiver from the cold You're looking

A Day Without Glasses Lambchop

takes the sum of all the kindness And the whole of all the guilt I scramble our affection like some eggs There are things I want to tell you But sometimes I get confused Still I try to make a mental

I Would Have Waited Here All Day Lambchop

There are dishes in the sink this morning They remind me of a dream There are coffee cups and empty glasses I laid next to a wet sponge I casually accept the image As something that I've seen I'm

Steve Mcqueen Lambchop

alright by me How come we never say what it is that we want to say Is this just another way to be mean Mean, mean Not Steve McQueen or free of worry And if you never have the need to look the other way But

Crackers Lambchop

Crackers spoil In the California sun Autumn leaves But she never said where she was going In your heart Your mind grow dumb You feign surprise to learn that That's where babies come from Remove

Grumpus Lambchop

Oh what's the matter with the boy Oh did he really have to be so sure But you're not thinking ride around without a sound Restless boy in restless town and you commence to Drinking a bottle up, a bottle

The Rise And Fall Of The Letter P Lambchop

Well it started out intimate enough She was hardly convinced of this And nothing was right with out it And every thing, I mean every thing's unclean How long is the right to suffer And nothing impresses

Short Lambchop

Here's a little story 'bout regret Doesn't have an ending, it's not finished yet But from what I know this far it's just a peep at who we are And an incomplete sentence that you said Now it's time

The Old Gold Shoe Lambchop

southern bliss Pured upon like caramel And garnished with some crushed pecans To grow is not to grind To mope is not to mind The old cap The geezer The 15 second teaser Behold and you know Everyone's a

Bullet Train Stacey Kent

we\'re in And this town outside the window Looks like the one that we just passed They call us the bullet train But it feels like we\'re not moving Though I know we must be moving Yes I know we

The Distance From Her To There Lambchop

So shy tonight I'm told you were, I'm in the thick Of it, I've been a dick with it you're just not used To it Am I'm alright well, as you were there's no use for This it's not a theater kiss more like

The Butcher Boy Lambchop

she went upstairs to make her bed and not a word to her mother said her mother went upstairs too saying oh daughter my daughter what troubles you oh mother oh mother i can not tell that butcher that butcher

Up With People Lambchop

Yes there comes a booming sound It used to come from underground Now it emanates From a kind of welfare state Of the soul Yeah baby of the soul And of the sweet sweet soul Let's be certain Of the deliberate

The Book I Haven't Read Lambchop

The crickets cry tonight Here comes your girl The showers fall tonight It's a rainy world The shivers on the spine Could be what we had in mind Remember all the times we said We could be we should be in

Paperback Bible Lambchop

I'd like to buy a good Used paperbacked living bible And I've got some things That I'd like to put on out there Like a pony cart and an old bird bath A kitchen sink and a rocking chair You can turn

What Else Could It Be? Lambchop

It's the bad way you feel today Brush the dog as you walk away Oh, there it is baby You know that they feel the same But they wave as you turn away Got your mind but you Cannot stay So baby, you say what

Theme From An Imaginary Film Blur

What if I told you I love you What if I called you in rhythm In this world there's nothing left Well nothing that's new What if I told you without Loving is simply a lie Although she moves

I Haven't Heard A Word I'Ve Said Lambchop

The right of callous goes to malice Molder in the grave The scene to witness inner fitness Leaves without a wave To turn about inside the outer Layer that we save Becomes apparent when we wear it Such

Beers Before The Barbican Lambchop

In a life that's wrong and hung around I'd probably wet myself with all the talk Think of me as serious or slightly disappointed I'm not looking to defend this attitude Your dress is perfect Your

Theme From An Imaginary Film (2012 Remaster) Blur

What if I told you I love you What if I called you in rhythm In this world there's nothing left Well nothing that's new What if I told you without Loving is simply a lie Although she moves into the night

Theme From An Imaginary Film Blur

What if I told you I love you What if I called you with rhyme In this world there's nothing left Well nothing that's new What if I told you without you Loving is limply a lie Although

Action Figure Lambchop

I heard a rumor that I'm sad Or at least that I feel bad Whoever said that doesn't know I'm pretty sure that I don't know And if a case was made for this Could it be something that we missed Let's let

Prepared [2] Lambchop

evening had arranged the night before She noticed her pale cheeks As were seen through haggard eyes That suggested conversation in the morning I have reached and scraped and borrowed I have all but

The Petrified Florist Lambchop

A goofy Libra a drafty car I do believe I've stepped on my guitar A borrowed bender a liver ends until you've seen it it's really just pretend A coward's trade a careful foray against the blade a patent

Fear Lambchop

Words turn into flowers into paper into plastic cups that tie around a figure that was planted in the snow.

The Decline Of Country And Western Civilization Lambchop

ugly to me Now insurance of the past is gone away And how they've overcome the weakness For the altered statements And hey, you know we're dressed like that And hey, that's rather silly And hey, I made a

Into Another Blur

It starts feeling now It makes no inference of difference It still won't see it's his Faint from lack of air It makes a whistle with a twistle But no one can hear Didn't stay long

Into Another Blur

It starts feeling now It makes no inference of difference It still won't see it's his Faint from lack of air It makes a whistle with a twistle But no one can hear Didn't stay long I had to go

Bullet Grand Avenue

She’s like a bullet, Waiting to shoot me Waiting to thrill me Oh wanted to thrill me Just liquid and lose it I’ve ‘self seen it I need to believe it, I need to feel it It’s these broken times

Ernold Same Blur

[Birds tweeting] [Someone screaming something inunderstandable in the background] [A car drives by] Spoken: "Ernold Same awoke from the same dream In the same bed, at the same time

Something's Going On Lambchop

"There so much I want to know In every day in every notice The hour it is going slow So how am I to show this And I've got this feeling Something's going on Wake up in a kinda sweat Fingers slightly numb

Ernold Same Blur

Ernold Same awoke from the same dream In the same bed At the same time Looked in the same mirror Made the same frown And felt the same way as he did every day Then Ernold Same caught the same train

Ernold Same Blur

Ernold Same awoke from the same dream In the same bed At the same time Looked in the same mirror Made the same frown And felt the same way as he did every day Then Ernold Same caught

Bang (Extended Version) [2012 Remaster] Blur

Sitting in a SDT Waiting for an Underground train To rumble underneath my feet Bang goes another day Where it went I could not say Now I'll have To wait another week When all is said and all is done What

You Masculine You Lambchop

always they're not strong And as always you Do believe and as always I'm very wrong about the cut Above the bleed April she finds the sugar time and so slow, syrupy yeah She'd be inside you shed away a

Gene By Gene Blur

I got a brain in left hand drive I don't asleep other side I ride a bullet like I'm Steve McQueen Each town I intervene A gram of keef and the barn is jumping It's alright we got time Got a radio

Blur We Came As Romans

lens perfect but now it's just a blur You got me feelin like oh, oh oh, oh oh, so over exposed I picked you light perfect but now I know That I don't focus, cause your just a blur You always saw me as

Women Help To Create The Kind Of Men They Despise Lambchop

increases the confusion in men I've seen it She loved the spare texture Of his difficult, and sad books, And felt she was exceptionally Equipped with Stanley Wilson's Distractions Rug that opened as a

I Hate Candy Lambchop

And I hate candy But I like rain And I like substance To tickle my brain And I'd like to see you And I'd like to say That I can't wait To see you today Wheres my little trouble girl?

Tracy Jacks (2012 - Remaster) Blur

(Tracy Jacks) works in civil service (Tracy Jacks) it's steady employment (Tracy Jacks) it's a golfing fanatic (Tracy Jacks) but his put is erratic (Tracy Jacks) saw a harley street doctor (Tracy

Tracy Jacks (2012 Remaster) Blur

Tracy Jacks works in civil service Tracy Jacks it's steady employment Tracy Jacks it's a golfing fanatic Tracy Jacks but his put is erratic Tracy Jacks saw a Harley Street doctor Tracy Jacks who prescribed

Tracy Jacks Blur

(Tracy Jacks) works in civil service (Tracy Jacks) it's steady employment (Tracy Jacks) is a golfing fanatic (Tracy Jacks) but his put is erratic (Tracy Jacks) saw a Harley Street doctor

Bullet Fluke

"Ain't nothing wrong, ain't nothing wrong Everything alright, ain't nothing wrong Not strictly true But its the best way yet to make it through Some errors have been made Won't go away Won't make as many

Bullet Clare Maguire

I was told that loneliness was like Spaces between the stars Well it’s empty between these Starry eyes I was told a dead man was heavier than a broken heart Am I dead now?

BULLET TRAIN Judas Priest

BULLET TRAIN SUNRISE SHOWING EVERY FLAW. PAYING FOR THE NIGHT BEFORE. DARK EYES. SCANNING EVERY VEIN. EXPLODING-CANNOT STAND THE STRAIN. WITH EACH NEW MILE. STANDING ON TRIAL.

Bad Head Blur

So far I've not really stayed in touch Well, you knew as much It's no surprise That today I get up around two From a lack of anything to do And I might as well just grin and bear it Cuz

Maggie May Blur

Wake up Maggie I think Ive got something to say to you Its late September And I really should be back at school I know I keep you amused But I feel Im being used O Maggie I couldnt