Here we go Can I get a goddamn timpany roll to start this goddamn song? Tonight, it is a goddamn song For all you goddamn people Well, the animals laugh
Laura, are you still livin' there on your estate of sorrow? You used to leave it occasionally, but now you don't even bother To ride the commuter train
There is no beginning to the story, a bookshelf sinks into the sand And a language learned and forgot, in turn is studied once again It's a shocking bit
I picked you out Of a crowd and talked to you I said, "I like your shoes" You said, "Thanks can I follow you?" So it's up the stairs and out of view No
Our love is dead but without limit Like the surface of the moon Or the land between here and the mountains Well, it is not these hiding places that have
Well, the future's got me worried Such awful thoughts My head's a carousel of pictures The spinning never stops I just want someone to walk in front And
The language in the dimmer rooms Seems to represent the light source well How soft they speak and seem to be at peace With the movement of the music
The picture is far too big to look at kid Your eyes won't open wide enough And you are constantly surrounded By the swirling stream of what is and what
I have a friend, he is made mostly of pain And he wakes up, drives to work, and then straight back home again He once cut one of my nightmares out of
Well, you say that I treat you like a book on a shelf I don't take you out that often 'Cause I know that I completed you And that's why you are here That
I close my eyes to the sound of the sky and I see Birds in the trees in pastures green Nothing to do with the time or the place I perceive The rush of
[Ngiculela] [Zulu translation by Thoko Mdalose Hall] Ngiculela ikusasg Ngliyacula nao thando Ngicula ngelinyi langa Uthando luyobusa Jikelele kulomblada
Who y'all talkin' to man? Check it out, check it out This here goes out to all the niggaz that be fuckin' mad bitches In other niggaz cribs thinkin' shit
Akon and B. I.G. yeah Niggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it Cristyle pop I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit Gator chunks bitch, rollin' blunts
"Transmitting brand new Jumpsteady...." (Jumpsteady) Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Time swifts back upon my bed As
Talkin' to myself again Wonderin' if this travelin' is good Is there somethin' else a' doin' We'd be doin' if we could But ah, the stories we could tell
Mother, oh Mother, he asked me to marry He asked for my hand in the fall But Mother, oh Mother, you said child be wary When a sweet talking man comes
Hey, Bungalow Bill What did you kill, Bungalow Bill? Hey, Bungalow Bill What did you kill, Bungalow Bill? He went out tiger hunting with his elephant