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from Entourage (앙투라지) by Entourage [ost] (2007)
Cross the street from your storefront cemetery
Hear me hailing from inside and realize, I I am the conscience clear In pain or ecstasy And we were all weaned my dear Upon the same fatigue You're staring at the sun Oh my own voice cannot save me now It's just standing in the sea One more breath And then I go down Your mouth is open wide The lover is inside And all the tumults done Collided with the sign You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea Your body's over me Note the trees because The dirt is temporary More to mine than fact face Name and monetary Beat the skins and let the Loose lips kiss you clean Quietly pour out like light Like light, like answering the sun You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea Your mouth is open wide You're trying hard to breathe The water's at your neck There's lightning in your teeth Your body's over me You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea Your mouth is open wide You're trying hard to breathe The water's at your neck There's lightning in your teeth Your body's over me Be what you will And then throw down your life Oh it's a damned fine game And we can play all night You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea Your mouth is open wide You're trying hard to breathe The water's at your neck There's lightning in your teeth Your body's over me You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea |
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from TV On The Radio - Return To Cookie Mountain (2006)
I was a lover, before this war
held up in a luxury suite, behind a barricaded door now that I've cleaned up, gone legit I can see clearly: round hole round whole, square peg don't fit I'm locked in my bedroom, so send back the clowns my clone wears a brown shirt, and I seduce him when there's no one around mano y mano, on a bed of nails bring it on like a storm, till I knock the wind out of his sails And we don't make eye contact, when we have run-in's in town just a barely polite nod, and nervous stares towards the ground I once joined a priest class, plastic, inert in a slowdance with commerce like a lens up a skirt And we liked to party and we kept it live and we had a three volume tome of contemporary slang to keep a handle on all this jive Ennui unbridled, let's talk to kill the time how many styles did you cycle through before you were mine? and it's been a while since we went wild and that's all fine but we're sleepwalking through this trial and it's really a crime it's really a crime it's really a crime it's really criminal We're just busy tempting, like fate's on the nod running on empty, bourbon and god it's been a while since we knew the way and it's been even longer since our plastic priest class had a goddamned thing to say I was a lover before this war. |
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from TV On The Radio - Return To Cookie Mountain (2006)
You walked around
Thought yourself beautiful Just too bad they stare, just too bad they stare Broke up your crown Called you unusable See how well you fare Stole underground To kick your heart around Banished from above, banished from above Forgot yourself, Go home and shot your health Left it all for love I know there is delerious quips Last seen with friends wishing them well you listen for the truth Just too bad they lie, just too bad they lie Oh come around in form of future youth Summoned from the sky Ooh, ooh I know I'm a man, I know I'm a man I know I'm a man, I know I'm a man I know I'm a man, I know I'm a man I know I'm a man, I know I'm a man Refuse these cruel Unusual fools Leave them to rule in hollow point hell You've much to do now listen to the truth Cradle in a cry, cradle in a cry Your life will shine, ?File indisputable? Keep your head on high, keep your head on high When you walk around, know you are beautiful Aimless and alive broken and defined When you walk around, know you are future youth Summon to the sky Ooh, ooh |
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from TV On The Radio - Return To Cookie Mountain (2006)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Suddenly, all your history's ablaze Try to breathe as the world disintegrates Just like autumn leaves, we're in for change Holding tenderly to what remains And all your memories are as precious as gold And all the honey and the fire which you stole Have you running through all your red-cheeked days Shaking loose these souls from their sacred hiding space Hold your heart courageously As we walk into this dark place Stand steadfast erect and see That love is the province of the brave Pushed under this expanse of bursting stars Let this burning brightly illuminate the where we are In this hollow that lovers' voices occupy Let it follow that we let it free, let it fly Breaking open the walls of this cage Intoxicated, oh so amazed Much like falcons tumbling from the heights at play Conjoined, talons engaged Hold these hearts courageously As we walk into this dark place Stand steadfast beside me and see That love is the province of the brave |
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from TV On The Radio - Return To Cookie Mountain (2006)
Playhouses
Swept away by the river now Confounded Sound it out now Vodka cran in your hand and whose little girl are you now? Oh I'd ask for this dance but I know you'd play like you don't know how What your coy smile exposes A recent memory of when we shit our bed of roses And I know the moon above is shining down But not for our love So for who? So for who? Beneath the cigarettes and sugar shit of alcohol breath I can taste the ocean on your tongue Remember when we sat on the sidewalk of your old block Against the wall under the stars Talking about love's meaning Well, I wasn't dreaming I meant every word Just didn't know your demons Do you know mine, babe? Are we wasting time, babe? Playhouses Haunted by Broken spirits Just trying to get high Well we chose this course but the weather changed And the river froze And when it thawed it was running Backwards and dry now I suppose it's appropriate to cry now Over wasted time And naked lies Still get wasted sometimes |
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from TV On The Radio - Return To Cookie Mountain (2006)
Say say my playmate wont you lay hands on me mirror my malady transfer my tragedy Got a curse i cannot lift shines when the sunset shifts when the moon is round and full gotta bust that box gotta gut that fish My mind`s aflame We could jet in a stolen car but i bet we wouldnt get too far before the transformation takes and bloodlust tanks and crave gets slaked My mind has changed my bodys frame but god i like it my hearts aflame my bodys strained but god i like it My mind has changed my bodys frame but god i like it my hearts aflame my bodys strained but god i like it Charge me your day rate ill turn you out in kind when the moon is round and full gonna teach you tricks that`ll blow your mongrel mind baby doll i recognize you`re a hideous thing inside if ever there were a lucky kind it`s you you you you I know its strange another way to get to know you you`ll never know unless we go so let me show you i know its strange another way to get to know you we`ve got till noon here comes the moon so let it show you show you now Dream me oh dreamer down to the floor open my hands and let them weave onto yours Feel me, completer down to my core open my heart and let it bleed onto yours Feeding on fever down all fours show you what all that howl is for Hey hey my playmate let me lay waste to thee burned down their hanging trees it`s hot here hot here hot here hot here Got a curse we cannot lift shines when the sunshine shifts there`s a cure comes with a kiss the bite that binds the gift that gives now that we got gone for good writhing under your riding hood tell your gra`ma and your mama too it`s true we`re howling forever |
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from TV On The Radio - Return To Cookie Mountain (2006)
Eyes wide mine, suddenly everything
Flies by fine, mind goes on holiday In its stead, clicking along the curb Clucking tongues, how could they have the nerve? There is hardly a method you know There is hardly a method you know It's a broken poem, started up yesterday And it came true now, mind was on holiday It's an open road will we soon see the end It's an open book, a story to tell the band There is hardly a method you know There is hardly a method you know There is hardly a method you know There is hardly a method you know I'm a storm faced cloud, hanging in dystrophy I'm a cold, base clown laughing at enemies It's a rough wild world, could you please chaperone? It's a mind field trip, oh leave it the fuck alone This is hardly the method you know This is hardly the method you know There's a purple pain strangling yesterday There's a purple stain spattered on interstates It's an awkward stage grasping at anything 'Cause it's lost the page, can't find a word to say But they want you to Oh, they want you to Yes, they want you, too Oh, they want you, too Broken plates on dirty highways Pave the way for alien grace There is hardly a method you know Broken plates on dirty highways Pave the way for alien grace There is hardly a method you know |
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from TV On The Radio - Return To Cookie Mountain (2006)
Beg the bee's forgiveness as it's falling from your sleeve
Watch its guts pump poison into sting Watch it reach completeness, see it fall asleep Legs above fold in eternal dream Oh that calls to mind a joke, an off coloring About these fools blindfolded, drugged, and raped and left laughing They let the devil in, he brought his pirate friends They brought a hunger for blood, and flesh and bone and skin So teeth left chattering, and tongues flexed to sing Got dressed up in so many fancy things Is it a waste of time, please tell me if you mind Me dipping into useless sentimentality A rant on how things used to be when this shit was free I answered my own question, I can hear the crickets yawning But in the back pocket of a discarded pair of jeans Is still a priceless ticket to the grandest opening So when the chariot arrives, you'd best enjoy the ride Cause when we get to heaven's gate, we're not getting inside Better beg forgiveness Better drop to knees Better find your ticket Before we join the bees |
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from TV On The Radio - Return To Cookie Mountain (2006)
From the depths I called you, Ma
For your breath and breast so warm and fabled Your hands reached inside Grabbed my heart, enlarged, disabled Hailed for your mercy An ear that cares How the blues sound from up there? With my wet hair, I wipe the blood off of your feet Carry me through these shark infested waters Well, you spared me from slaughter for sure But these sharks are equally in need of a martyr Oh, kindness shared Undeserved purest gift, this life you've spared How the blues sound from up there? Teeth gnashing, masticating this dumb tongue Quiet now, quiet now, hear that supplication Echo into the void Been received by no one Oh, my sweet dear Cold alone poisoning ourselves Engulfed in our own tears Signed, blues from down here. Pull the pin, drop it in, let it wash away your Time for your favorite story Of how to achieve golden glory Wash yourself all squeaky clean All in white on Hallow's eve Lessen your desire Hold your breath so patiently Never inquire how to be free Just stay on your knees You might doubt it Think there's nothing left for me To do but stomp my feet And shout about it From the depths I called you Now I'm waiting for an answer patiently Stuck here in the bottom of this well It's not the last you've heard from me |
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from TV On The Radio - Return To Cookie Mountain (2006)
My mind is like an orchard
Clustered in frozen portraits Blossoms that bloom so fine, just to drop from the vine I've seen them all tonight Who'd keep a silent orchard I'll shove under the floor boards Her rusty heart starts to whine in its telltale time so For freedom tonight Life is a measly portion A light on good friends and fortune It strips you away inside, drawn all your blinds Conceal it all from sight You took that final courter Shot the boy, no quarter We'll skip to the final line of some suicide note well publicized Or give it up tonight Carry with bursting order To the options you've layed before you The needle, the dirty spoon, the flames and the fumes Just throw them out tonight The time that you've been afforded May go unsolved, unrewarded Some nameless you cannot know may be coming to show you Unbridled love and light Should you grow an orchard? Covered in dusty portraits Blossoms that bloom so fine, just to drop from the vine I'll listen up tonight Don't keep it silent orchard Shove it all to the floorboards Your rusty heart will be fine, in its telltale time So give it up tonight |
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from TV On The Radio - Return To Cookie Mountain (2006)
Everyone makes the same wave at the same time
(like pebbles on water) and we call all those interrupting lines (sons and daughters) a community so let's join hands in some blessed unity But brother I don't wanna know ya I don't even wanna know ya and sister I don't wanna know ya I don't even wanna know ya But we're trapped In this lovely mess I hold you close and smile Fake, like they do way out west So many medicines for so many heads, and I'd help you clean those skeletons from under your bed, but I don't even know ya how could it be me that sends you? darling, didn't your momma tell you not to let no stranger bend you? Probably someone here that could Help to mend you But it's not me Got my own anxiety Sadness isn't any way to explain (Sadness isn't any way to explain) we'll probably crash heads throughout(?) (I know you're crying tonight) the course of this sin (drunk and insane) It's as simple as the way you wear your unpolished shoes And your righteous rays (a rainbow) But all I know is your blues ain't like my blues And why would they be? If there's one commonality It's that that feeling's mutual Given time you'll see You'll see |
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from TV On The Radio - Return To Cookie Mountain (2006)
You walked around
Thought yourself beautiful Just too bad they stare, just too bad they stare Broke up your crown Called you unusable See how well you fare Stole underground To kick your heart around Banished from above, banished from above Forgot yourself, Go home and shot your health Left it all for love I know there is delerious quips Last seen with friends wishing them well you listen for the truth Just too bad they lie, just too bad they lie Oh come around in form of future youth Summoned from the sky Ooh, ooh I know I'm a man, I know I'm a man I know I'm a man, I know I'm a man I know I'm a man, I know I'm a man I know I'm a man, I know I'm a man Refuse these cruel Unusual fools Leave them to rule in hollow point hell You've much to do now listen to the truth Cradle in a cry, cradle in a cry Your life will shine, ?File indisputable? Keep your head on high, keep your head on high When you walk around, know you are beautiful Aimless and alive broken and defined When you walk around, know you are future youth Summon to the sky Ooh, ooh |
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from TV On The Radio - Return To Cookie Mountain (2006)
Prettiest one I know
stole away all to show you are so easy to love You are so hard to let go Prettiest world I know Loviest one I know You were the first to come We were the last to go Prettiest world I know You were so hard to let go You were the dream of my heart We were the last ones to know We were the last ones to know (x2) |
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from TV On The Radio - Return To Cookie Mountain (2006)
Little flightless metal birds
High above in limbless tree Echoes from their tiny box Ring out into the atmosphere Creating beauty inadvertently It was a technological feat This little bird Wading through the market's waste We locked eyes felt our loneliness abate True desire showed its face, but only momentarily Grey cascades in foreign waves Wash the day away I bought you flowers from the dying woods of Brazil This little bird While the kids burned down the greenhouse pushed the charred frame into the landfill Put his beak to the word We bought new bodies we bought diamond encrusted guns So who the hell are you? Making out so high in the backseat of a car-bomb under carcinogenic sun Grey cascades in foreign waves Wash the day away Grey cascades in foreign waves We did believe in magic we did believe We let our souls act as canaries Our hearts gilded cages be Watched a million dimming lanterns float out to sea Lay your malady at the mouth of the death machine Aeroplane odabo, Ba mi ki won lo odabo. Eko meji, o yo mi O yo mi O yo mi Grey cascades in foreign waves Wash the day away Grey cascades in foreign waves Wash the day away |
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from TV On The Radio - Dear Science (2008)
The lazy way they turned your head
Into a rest stop for the dead And did it all in gold and blue and grey The efforts to allay your dread In spite of all you knew and said Were hard to see and harder still to say A comfort plush all laced in lead Was sent to quell your sentiment And keep your trembling sentinel hand at bay And when a sudden silhouette Escaped the top-side of your bed I knew you'd never ever be the same Oh, is it not me? Am I not folded by your touch? The words you spoke I know too much It's over now And not enough Oh, is it not me? The damage you hold inside your blush? The load you towed You showed it up It's over now And I'm insane Wild spirits winds from out your chest Collides with world and wilderness It needs a gentle hand to call it home Now surfs the sun and scales the moon And winds the waistband of her womb All eyes ablaze the day you break your mold Oh, is it not me? Am I not culled into your clutch? The words you spoke I know too much We're closer now And said enough Oh, is it not me? Am I not rolled into your crush? The road you chose Unloads control See it take me so Go on throw this stone Into this halfway home |
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from TV On The Radio - Dear Science (2008)
Laugh in the face of death under masthead
Hold your breath through late breaking disasters Next to news of the trite The codes and the feelings that meant to be global Like coke in the nose of the nobles Keeps it alight And the wrath and the riots And the races on fire And the music for tanks with no red lights in sight Got you cryin' Cryin' Oh, whyin' Oh, my my my Gold is another word for culture Leads to fattening Of the vultures Till this bird can barely fly And Mary and David smoke dung in the trenches While Zion's behaviour never gets mentioned The writing's on your wall Blood on the cradle And the ashes you wade through Got you callin' God's name in vain Leaved the damned to damn it all Got you cryin' Cryin' Oh, whyin' Oh, my my my Broken nose, coloured glasses Can't see for the thorns And you just can't stand no more What a clumsy kind of low Time to take the wheel and the road From the masters Take this car, drive it straight into the wall Build it back up from the floor And stop our cryin' Oh, cryin' Oh, whyin' Oh, my my my Our cryin' Our cryin' Our cryin' Still you try, try, try |
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from TV On The Radio - Dear Science (2008)
He's a what? He's a what?
He's a newspaper man And he gets his best ideas From a newspaper stand From his boots to his pants To his comments and his rants He knows that any little article will do Though he expresses some confusion 'Bout his part in the plan And he can't understand That he's not in command The decisions underwritten By the cash in his hand Bought a sweater for his weimariner, too Now I'm no mad man But that's insanity Feast before famine And more before family Goes and shows up with More bowls and more cups And the riot for the last hot meal erupts Corrupts his hard drive Through the leanest months Shells out the hard cash For the sickest stunts On aftershave, on gasoline He flips the page and turns the scene In my mind I'm drowning butterflies Broken dreams and alibis That's fine I've seen my palette blown to monochrome Hollow heart clicks hollowtone It's time Eye on authority Thumb prints a forgery Boy, ain't it crazy what the lights can do For counterfeit community Every opportunity Wasted as the space Between the flash tattoo And the half-hearted hologram Posed for the party Now he gloss full bleed On a deaf dumb tree Cod liver dollar signs Credit card autograph Down for the record, but not for freedom Angry young mannequin American, apparently Still to the rhythm Better get to the back of me Can't stand the vision Better tongue the anatomy Gold plated overhead Blank transparency In the days of old you were a nut Now you need three bumps before you cut Not that I should care about Nothing I ain't scared of, but I guess you had to be there In my mind I'm breeding butterflies Broken dreams and alibis That's fine I've seen my palette blown to monochrome Hollow heart clicks hollowtone In time I see you figured in your action pose Foam-injected Axl Rose Life size Should something shake you and you drop the news Lord, just keep your dancing shoes Off mine |
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from TV On The Radio - Dear Science (2008)
Heartbeats soundin'
Ricocheting in their cage Thought I'd lose my balance With the ground's bounce and sway And all this violence And all this goes away And the vibes that rise like Fireflies illuminate our play Some light being Pulled you up from night's party Said, "Clap your hands If you think your soul is free" And the silence was astounding 'Cept some, "Oh lord mercy m-e"'s And oh you can't stop what's comin' up You're never gonna stop gonna live it up And oh it's gonna drop gonna fill your cup And oh it's gonna drop gonna fill your cup The age of miracles The age of sound Well there's a golden age Comin' round, comin'round, comin' round Give it up 'Stead of grabbin' for decay What we viewed as gold I believe pollutes this space And its grace ascending Like a snake up your tree Up your happy ending understanding All you're s'posed to be Let it move right in Let it kiss your face Let it sow your skin In perpetual embrace Like I said, love's light as laughter Like the sun spittin' happiness into the hereafter Oh here it comes like a natural disaster Ah blowin' up like a ghetto blaster Oh here it comes, bring it faster Oh here it comes, bring it faster The age of miracles The age of sound Well there's a golden age Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round Love, don't you falter Burnin' hearts dragged behind The horses dancing on the altar Hooves breakin' gods To diamond dust and stars And there you are Now we're all allowed to breathe Walls dissolve With the hunger and the greed Move your body You've got all you need And your arms in the air stir a sea of stars And oh here it comes and it's not so far All light beings Come on now make haste Clap your hands If you think you're in the right place Thunder all surroundin' Oh feel it quake with the joy resounding Palm to the palm you can feel it poundin' Never give it up you can feel it mountin' Oh it's gonna drop gonna fill your cup and Oh it's gonna drop gonna fill your cup The age of miracles The age of sound Well there's a golden age Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round The age of miracles The age of sound Well there's a golden age Comin' round, comin' round, comin' round |
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from TV On The Radio - Dear Science (2008)
Anda my love
Wake up to your window The day calls in billows It's echoing moonlight onto the blue nightmare of your heart In cosy red rainbow It's shaking off halos And the memory of our sacred so and so's Oh, take my hand sweet Complete your release Unbury your feet And married we'll be Alone in receiving ours is a feeling Not that they would see They don't know that we could be Down where your cradle escaped the sea And your raven-haired mama caught told you so's We're laying in the shadow of your family tree Your haunted heart and me Brought down by an old idea whose time has come And in the shadow of the gallows of your family tree There's a hundred hearts or three Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep them young Ah me all mine Is it safe to say that we've waited patiently Call me on time And recall the tune that has placed us gracefully All into line There's a garden grave and a place there saved for you I fall by your side Though your silver-haired mama throws told-you so's We're laying in the shadow of your family tree Your haunted heart and me Brought down by an old idea whose time has come And in the shadow of the gallows of your family tree There's a hundred hearts or three Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep them young Now we're gathered in the shadow of your family tree In halted harmony Brought down by an old idea whose time has come And in the shadow of the valley of your family tree There's a hundred hearts or three Pumping blood to the roots of Eden to keep us young |
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from TV On The Radio - Dear Science (2008)
Hey Jackboot, fuck your war!
Cause I'm fat and in love and no bombs are fallin' on me for sure But I'm scared to death That I'm livin' a life not worth dying for And your ploughshare, it's a sword And its wide arcing swing chops the heads off of many things Mono crops, laughter roars Oh high hilarity! Oh multifarity! Oh standards bearer carry me burnin' home from another tour Go ahead, put your red dress on Days of white robes have come and gone, come and gone Oh you rivers, oh you waters run Come bear witness to the whore of Babylon "Hey slave," they called and we caved, we answered To a new name. Shout it loud shout it lame! But blackface it You're such a good dancer. Oh you're a star. You're carnival, Jacaranda petals fall Mix with the blood of the saints shot down in the square Don't track it in on the soles of your shoes when you're dragged into the back of this car! Go ahead, put your red dress on Days of white robes have come and gone, come and gone Oh you rivers, oh you waters run Come bear witness to the whore of Babylon It's a trap, that much is plain Still, maybe send snapshots of all your sweet pain. Playin' torturous games It goes: Lens. Light. Fame. Read my names on your lips. When the man cracks the whip And you'll all shake your hips. And you'll all dance to this Without making a fist. And I know that it sounds mundane But it's a stone cold shame. And they got you tame, and they got me tame Go ahead, put your red dress on Days of white robes have come and gone, come and gone Oh you rivers, oh you waters run Come bear witness to the whore of Babylon |
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from TV On The Radio - Dear Science (2008)
Lonely little love dog that
No one knows the name of I know why you cry out Desperate and in devout Timid little teether Your eyes set on the ether Your moon in a bella luna and Howling hallelujah Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooooooh Nameless you above me Come lay me low and love me This lonely little love dog That no one knows the name of Curse me out in free verse and Wrap me up and reverse this Patience is a virtue Until its silence burns you And something slow Has started in me as Shameless as an ocean and Mirrored in devotion Something slow Has sparked up in me As dog cries for a master and Sparks are swirling faster Lonely little love dog That no one knows the ways of Where the land is low is Where the bones'll show through Lonely little love dog That no one knows the days of Where the land is low is Where the water flows to And holds you |
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from TV On The Radio - Dear Science (2008)
Storm, cast me out
So I can feel it in another way I won't talk about Warm passenger's high If I can feed it for another day It might run me dry I know the seasons evolved to a freeze Putting hearts in the balance here It's up to your knees and it's shifting Degrees and it's choking your atmosphere Storm, wind me out So I can feel it in another way They won't talk about Worn, masochist's sigh A distant figure in a photograph Another eye I know your reason is stalled And your freedom's dissolved in your passion dear It's burning your eyes and it's killing your mind And it's broken your atmosphere But should you find it obscene in that grey Old dramatics hear a young heart say Lord, if you got lungs C'mon shout me out I know the freeze has unthawed And it's putting your love into action dear It's off in the breeze and it's shifting degrees And it's opened your atmosphere So should you decide it's obscene in that grey Old dramatics hear a young heart say Lord, if you got lungs C'mon shout me out |
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from TV On The Radio - Dear Science (2008)
Congratulations on the mess you made of things
On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings And oxidation is the compromise you own But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones saved La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la You force your fire and then you falsify your deeds Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds As fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead, say La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture and blowing the crows, the smoke This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken and shoving their souls to ghost Eternalised, objectified. You set your sights so high. But this is beginning to feel like the bolt busted loose from the lever Nevermind death professor Your structure's fine My dust is better Your victim flies so high All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next Never you mind death professor Love is life, my love is better Your victim flies so high Eyes could be the diamonds Confused with who's next Never you mind death professor Your shocks are fine, my struts are better Your fiction flies so high, Y'all could use a doctor, who's sick, who's next? Never you mind death professor Electrified, my love is better It's crystallized, so'm I All could be the diamond fused with who's next This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever |
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from TV On The Radio - Dear Science (2008)
Oh, but the longing is terrible
A wanton heart under attack I wanna love you all the way off I wanna break your back Colour of all that's hysterical Travels along your bones Just to be near you, sucking your skin Not gonna leave you alone Yes here, of course, there are miracles A lover that loves that's one Groomed with the laughter, ecstatic disaster Come let's arouse the fun We could build an engine Out of all your rising stars Tear apart the apart We seem to think we are Call off work, let's lay Call it Lover's Day Call it Lover's Day Give me the keys to your hiding place I'm not gonna tear it apart I'm gonna keep you weak in the knees Try to unlock your heart You're gonna turn me animal You're gonna turn me dumb Your kiss in the night bringing the light You're like the rising sun I hunger for you like a cannibal Not gonna let you run I'm gonna take you, I'm gonna shake you I'm gonna make you cum Swear to god it'll get so hot It'll melt our faces off Then we can see the you, the me Beyond mirrors outside clock Held naked in the light Held gently, held tight So soft Get off, get off Ball so hard we'll smash the walls Break the bed and crash the floors Don't stop, laugh and scream And have the neighbours call the cops Till all the eyes that've seen our fire play Can't forget Mark it down Call it Lover's Day Yes here, of course, there are miracles Under your sighs and moans I'm gonna take you, I'm gonna take you I'm gonna take you home I'm gonna take you home I'm gonna take you home I'm gonna take you home |
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from TV On The Radio - Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes (2007)
Woke up in a magic nigger movie
With the bright lights pointed at me as a metaphor Teachin' folks the score About patience, understanding, agape babe And sweet sweet amour When I realized where I was did I stand up and testify Oh, fist up signify Or did I show my soft shoe Maybe teach 'em a boogaloo Busy playin the whore Oh, loiterers united Indivisible by shame Hungry for those diamonds Served on little severed bloody brown hands Oh, the bling drips Oh, the bling drips down Fallin' just like rain I don't wanna cast pearls to swine I don't wanna march peacefully No no no no no no no no no new negro politician Is stirring Is stirring Is stirring inside me No, there's nothing inside me But an angry heart beat Can you feel this heart beat? Oh, fear we're fallin' off Oh, terror we're pained Oh, hunger we're stavin' off Roasted vermin sustain This shit will have to sustain Shootin' doves from off balconies They wanna shackle the lame By now you know their game Little nina arose Went to stand by her payphone Waited for her caller to ring, said "Ask me anything." I just asked for Her I just asked for her to say so And with her permission I'm gonna take liberty And I'm tellin' you to take it too 'Cause it's right there in front of you Hey, desperate youth! Oh, blood thirsty babes! Oh your guns are pointed Your guns are pointed the wrong way Your guns are pointed the wrong way |
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from TV On The Radio - Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes (2007)
Cross the street from your storefront cemetery
Hear me hailing from inside and realize, I I am the conscience clear In pain or ecstasy And we were all weaned my dear Upon the same fatigue You're staring at the sun Oh my own voice cannot save me now It's just standing in the sea One more breath And then I go down Your mouth is open wide The lover is inside And all the tumults done Collided with the sign You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea Your body's over me Note the trees because The dirt is temporary More to mine than fact face Name and monetary Beat the skins and let the Loose lips kiss you clean Quietly pour out like light Like light, like answering the sun You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea Your mouth is open wide You're trying hard to breathe The water's at your neck There's lightning in your teeth Your body's over me You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea Your mouth is open wide You're trying hard to breathe The water's at your neck There's lightning in your teeth Your body's over me Be what you will And then throw down your life Oh it's a damned fine game And we can play all night You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea Your mouth is open wide You're trying hard to breathe The water's at your neck There's lightning in your teeth Your body's over me You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea |
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from TV On The Radio - Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes (2007)
All your dreams are over now
And all your wings have fallen down Oh all your dreams are over now And all your wings have fallen down She's just like you So why keep doing what you do? Why cut a friend Why cruise that mean lean to an end? You could have heel-toed To another place You could have peeled slow To a better face But your heart can't grieve (all your dreams are over now) For your little dreams (and all your wings have fallen down) I know your heart can't grieve (all your dreams are over now) For your little dreams (and all your wings have fallen down) Broke trust in two Now no one's looking out for you Why keep it cruel? Why waste so much to play the fool? And maybe I'm the fool but I think we'd find That we could all be so so kind If you'd just leave your tread mill powertrip behind Oh, leave your treadmill powertrip behind And maybe it's best that you're so, so blind It's best that you're so, so blind Because your heart can't grieve I know your heart can't grieve I know your heart can't grieve What your eyes won't see But you were my favorite moment Of our dead century I know your heart can't grieve What your eyes won't see But you were my favorite moment Of our dead century But all your dreams are over now And all your wings have fallen down Oh all your dreams are over now And all your wings have fallen down (All your dreams are over now) Oh warfarin parepin Unconfined undesigned Undersigned bantering Bartering bellowing (And all your wings have fallen down) Barracking blundering Pillaging plundering Living and lavishing Hammerings harrowing (All your dreams are over now) Flourishing flattening Levelling reveling Wrecking and ravaging Savoring savaging (And all your wings have fallen down) Oh warfarin parepin Unconfined undesigned (All your dreams are over now) You've got me Worried and wondering Worried and wondering Worried and wondering Worried and wondering (And all your wings have fallen down) Worried and wondering Worried and wondering Worried and wondering (All your dreams are over now) (And all your wings have fallen down) (All your dreams are over now) |
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from TV On The Radio - Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes (2007)
Wooh, wooh
Wooh All men condemned by men to die Damned by blind bitch in hallowed halls Hear it, heed this call: Oh, fucking eternal Infinity's hourglass will measure all measure all So, power Cover your balls 'Cause we swing kung fu Oh, fucking eternal Oh, fucking eternal Afraid of thunder children, so hide your ears Hope your fortress holds up for many, many, many years Shudder, it's a shame Lightning, call the game Send us up a baby boy Let the smoke carry his name If it's a girl let her shine If it's a girl let her shine If it's a girl let her shine If it's a girl let her shine If it's a girl let her shine If it's a girl let her shine If it's a girl let her shine If it's a girl let her shine We will be, we will be, we will be We will be, we will be, we will be We will be, we will be, we will be Oh, fucking eternal The hour of man is nigh So gather up all supplies And stack 'em up high Stack 'em up high Faith, Nathan I can see it in your eyes Warmth, Nathan I can see it in your eyes Golden houses, silver brides Immortal erection, tongues untied Oh, fucking eternal Oh, fucking |
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from TV On The Radio - Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes (2007)
Your slim frame
Your eager eyes and your wild mane Oh, they keep me where I belong All wrapped up in wrong You're to blame For wasted words of sad refrain Oh, let them take me where they may Believe me when I say I will be your accident if you will be my ambulance And I will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast And I will be your one more time if you will be my one last chance Oh oh, fall for me Your slim frame Your simple stare and your wrong, wrong name Oh, they keep me where I belong All strung out in song Why so tame? We could shoot wilder vines through younger veins Sip slow from night's deep wells And watch our gardens swell Once the seeds are sown Wild and overgrown, you'll see Heart's colors changed like leaves Oh sweet, sweet tree, fall for me Fall fast, fall free, fall for me Because I will be your ambulance if you will be my accident And I will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast And I will be your one more time if you will be my one last chance Oh sweet tree, fall with me Fall fast, fall free, fall with me |
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from TV On The Radio - Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes (2007)
I'm not looking for a mommy
Don't seem like you need a poppy Plenty of time till you're an old lady And the same for me before I'm an old man We could celebrate it monthly How we stayed individuated Oh kid, congratulations You've held on to your dear, dear, dear identitiy Even while spending so much time with me I see two blackbirds in the yard They are paired together They are feeding They are flying They are fucking I see two dragonflies do the same in midair There is something special in the air We wake up in the same bed But with different bodies God bless our separate heads Oh, desire will run about That's what the geese were all roaring about The fact that our love Is not that kind of love Not that selfish love Says what's yours is mine And what's mine is yours I don't need to turn you out You don't need to turn me into your whore We are not some rutting pair of wild boars We're just psyched, so psyched So psyched, so fucking psyched That's what the geese are all roaring about That's what their hearts were all open about Our love That kind of love Unselfish love |
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from TV On The Radio - Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes (2007)
Oh, simple girl
Oh, foolish man Trying to bend these lovers' rules Into a simple plan Oh, aching bones On sleepless bed They toss and turn and roll Away from words unsaid It's just that all that you were Was all I could want Now I can't trust your lover's tongue Except to tease and taunt It was said best by you Been said best before But I just want to let you know I don't love you anymore Sad wakes alone Cradling the phone Knows that sullen silence Is the meanest way to moan But all that you were Was all that I had And we could not find a simple way To work that simple plan Oh aching bones Oh sleepless bed Toss, turn and roll Away from words unsaid And it was said best by you It's been said best before But I just want to let you know I don't love you anymore I just want to let you know I don't love you anymore I just want to let you know I don't love you anymore I just want to let you know I don't love you anymore |
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from TV On The Radio - Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes (2007)
Bomb your country
Oh, shed no tears TV dinner Overfed your fears So make your money And spread your seed Better lap up luxuries But acknowledge need You've made a family Now kill 'em dead Oh, it's not me Ma It's what the TV said Your final fantasy for your Final days Oh baby, it's the infancy Bomb your country Then sit and smile Why don't you lay back easy Just wait a while Just wait a while So baby, bomb your country And sit and smile Oh baby, lay back easy Just wait a while Just wait a while Final fantasy Final fantasy Final fantasy |
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from TV On The Radio - Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes (2007)
I can barely move for want of room
And I'm forgettin' to breathe But the sight of you has me instantly Remember my needs Oh the lights spin and the beat breaks in And I'm smellin' your sweet Should I spend the next six hours Tryin' to get you off your feet? Oh no girl, just pretend There ain't no one else around So let's break it down Ooh, let's break it down Watch a room full of roosters Turned to cocks runnin' wild Scramblin' like hungry dogs Towards you, child See those boys tryin' to sweat you Watchin' grown men cry Like you're shakin' it Like you're shakin' it Like you're shakin' it Put somethin' in their eyes Oh, wide open eyes Well here I am, just a man Is this light flattering? Did you notice my crown of feathers And check out my vital vibrant comb? Oh puff chest out and play strong Grab you by the hair and pull you along Or do I just talk to you And tell you what I really, really, really want to do Stop because you think that you Know where this is going Couldn't stop it girl If you knew where this was going You don't know the half, girl You seem so, so smart Ooh, but you're so wrong Closing time Pale blue lights gonna shine In through any open window Nighttime says goodbye Let's pursue this argument in darkness Curtains drawn, limbs entwined Now you're two hours away From starting your day And you can't be late So let's get straight Let me wear you out Let me wear you out Let me make you mine, mine, mine Let me make you mine, mine, mine |
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from TV On The Radio - Will Do [single] (2011)
It might be impractical
To seek out a new romance We won't know the actual If we never take the chance I'd love to collapse with you And ease you against this song I think we're compatible I see that you think I'm wrong But anytime will do My love Anytime will do No choice of words will break me from this rule Anytime will do My love Anytime will do What choice of words will take me back to you Your love makes a fool of you You can't seem to understand Our heart doesn't play by rules And love has it's own demands But I'll be there to take care of you If ever you should decide But you don't want to waste your life In the middle of a lovesick lullaby Anytime will do My love Anytime will do No choice of words will break me from this rule Anytime will do My love Anytime will do What choice of words will take me back to you Oh my reddest rose, caldera, set it off How your fire grows hermosa caldera glistening Through your fussed blows careen your caldera set it off As your body flows the second hand flashes passes Over your skin like time Anytime will do My love Anytime will do My love Anytime will do My love Anytime will do My love Anytime will do No choice of words will break me from this rule Anytime will do No choice of words will break me from this rule Anytime will do No choice of words will break me from this rule Anytime will do No choice of words will break me from this rule Anytime will do What choice of words will take me back to you |
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from TV On The Radio - Chemical Peels [single] (2011)
It might be impractical
To seek out a new romance We won't know the actual If we never take the chance I'd love to collapse with you And ease you against this song I think we're compatible I see that you think I'm wrong But anytime will do My love Anytime will do No choice of words will break me from this rule Anytime will do My love Anytime will do What choice of words will take me back to you Your love makes a fool of you You can't seem to understand Our heart doesn't play by rules And love has it's own demands But I'll be there to take care of you If ever you should decide But you don't want to waste your life In the middle of a lovesick lullaby Anytime will do My love Anytime will do No choice of words will break me from this rule Anytime will do My love Anytime will do What choice of words will take me back to you Oh my reddest rose, caldera, set it off How your fire grows hermosa caldera glistening Through your fussed blows careen your caldera set it off As your body flows the second hand flashes passes Over your skin like time Anytime will do My love Anytime will do My love Anytime will do My love Anytime will do My love Anytime will do No choice of words will break me from this rule Anytime will do No choice of words will break me from this rule Anytime will do No choice of words will break me from this rule Anytime will do No choice of words will break me from this rule Anytime will do What choice of words will take me back to you |
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from TV On The Radio - Chemical Peels [single] (2011)
Now drop yourself with no concern
On how to breathe When your mind is burned On optimistic, on overload Can we shift the heat back To when your heart's grown cold In severed light Our souls are damaged And with that caged To the cause of light Now I can see Another language Gone optimistic We're gonna survive We're the tail-end of the sun To a greener hideaway Where in peace I found my fun Till I heard the future say Iminami , a megaquake A force of nature All hell ashake Improve our days now, cause we might not sleep tonight Suffused are we to the cause of light! On optimistic On overload Can we shift the heat back To when your heart's grown cold And now we know why And know what we must do Aware of the cracks The heart shines through We're the tail-end of the sun To a greener hideaway Where in peace I found my fun Till I heard the future say We're the tail-end of the sun To a greener hideaway Where in peace I found my fun Till I heard the future... (Would you believe my life was all right) A bed of roses And rollercoasters (Would you believe my life was so fine) A bed of roses And rollercoasters A bed of roses And rollercoasters |
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from TV On The Radio - World Cafe Live [ep, live] (2011)
Now drop yourself with no concern
On how to breathe When your mind is burned On optimistic, on overload Can we shift the heat back To when your heart's grown cold In severed light Our souls are damaged And with that caged To the cause of light Now I can see Another language Gone optimistic We're gonna survive We're the tail-end of the sun To a greener hideaway Where in peace I found my fun Till I heard the future say Iminami , a megaquake A force of nature All hell ashake Improve our days now, cause we might not sleep tonight Suffused are we to the cause of light! On optimistic On overload Can we shift the heat back To when your heart's grown cold And now we know why And know what we must do Aware of the cracks The heart shines through We're the tail-end of the sun To a greener hideaway Where in peace I found my fun Till I heard the future say We're the tail-end of the sun To a greener hideaway Where in peace I found my fun Till I heard the future... (Would you believe my life was all right) A bed of roses And rollercoasters (Would you believe my life was so fine) A bed of roses And rollercoasters A bed of roses And rollercoasters |
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from TV On The Radio - World Cafe Live [ep, live] (2011)
It might be impractical to seek out a new romance
we won't know the actual if we never take the chance I'd like to collapse with you and ease you against this song I think we're compatible, I see that you think I'm wrong any time will do, my love any time will do, no choice of words will break me from this groove any time will do, my love any time will do, what choice of words will take me back to you? your love makes a fool of you, you can't seem to understand a heart doesn't play by rules and love has it's own demands but I'll be there to take care of you if ever you should decide that you don't want to waste your life in the middle of a lovesick lullaby any time will do, my love any time will do, no choice of words will break me from this groove any time will do, my love any time will do, the choicest words will take me back to you oh my reddest rose, caldera, set it off how your fire grows hermosa caldera glistening through your fussed blows careen your caldera set it off, as your body flows the second hand flashes passes over your skin like time my love, any time will do |
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from TV On The Radio - World Cafe Live [ep, live] (2011)
Hey Jackboot, fuck your war!
Cause I'm fat and in love and no bombs are fallin' on me for sure But I'm scared to death That I'm livin' a life not worth dying for And your ploughshare, it's a sword And its wide arcing swing chops the heads off of many things Mono crops, laughter roars Oh high hilarity! Oh multifarity! Oh standards bearer carry me burnin' home from another tour Go ahead, put your red dress on Days of white robes have come and gone, come and gone Oh you rivers, oh you waters run Come bear witness to the whore of Babylon "Hey slave," they called and we caved, we answered To a new name. Shout it loud shout it lame! But blackface it You're such a good dancer. Oh you're a star. You're carnival, Jacaranda petals fall Mix with the blood of the saints shot down in the square Don't track it in on the soles of your shoes when you're dragged into the back of this car! Go ahead, put your red dress on Days of white robes have come and gone, come and gone Oh you rivers, oh you waters run Come bear witness to the whore of Babylon It's a trap, that much is plain Still, maybe send snapshots of all your sweet pain. Playin' torturous games It goes: Lens. Light. Fame. Read my names on your lips. When the man cracks the whip And you'll all shake your hips. And you'll all dance to this Without making a fist. And I know that it sounds mundane But it's a stone cold shame. And they got you tame, and they got me tame Go ahead, put your red dress on Days of white robes have come and gone, come and gone Oh you rivers, oh you waters run Come bear witness to the whore of Babylon |
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from TV On The Radio - World Cafe Live [ep, live] (2011)
Trouble ahead of its time
Is the fate of the fish washed up on shore Do you know that he just won't feel right Till he's swallowed up by the tide Thought it might know better Born into capital lifestyle heights Got a head full of fever and it feels all right Cause I shake my bottle and I suck my swill And I love how I'm living cause I've got my fill But I can't stop thinking how it's all gone wrong And the cracks will be obvious before too long I've abused my position and it cost my friends And if the world keeps turning I could do it again What's the matter with your next-door neighbour I heard he had sex, drugs and danger You can kick it with a complete stranger I think I hear him calling What's the matter with your next-door neighbour An act of man, a freak of nature You've been kicking with a complete stranger I think I hear him calling And the time on your hands is a walk in the park If it don't then I hope you can see in the dark (real hard) Hail Mary, watch your life unfold I'm a man on a mission or so I've been told I can choose my victims, I could shed my skin And if the world keeps turning I could do it again But I can't stop thinking that it's all gone wrong And the truth will be obvious before too long I've abused my position and it cost my friends If the world keeps turning I'mma do it again What's the matter with your next-door neighbour I heard he had sex, drugs and danger But you can kick it with a complete stranger I think I hear him calling What's the matter with your next-door neighbour An act of god, a freak of nature You've been kicking with a complete stranger I think the curtain's falling down We lock eyes and walk away unrecognised We lock arms and spin Commence our repetition My repetition, my repetition is this My repetition, my repetition is this My repetition, my repetition is this... |
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