Brutal anxiety
posted by Zook at 8:34 PM
Saturday, January 29, 2005
About Me
- Name: Zook
- Location: Paradise, Waits
Thought I heard a blackird singing Up on Bluebird Hill Call me a whinin' boy if you will Born where the sun don't shine And I don't deny my name Got no place to go, ain't that a shame? Thought I heard that KC whistle Moaning sweet and low Thought I heard that KC when she blow Down where the sun don't shine Underneath the Kokomo Whinin' boy got no place to go S.m.r. I tell you s.m.r. I know Mountain high, river wide S.m.r. to ride So many roads Thought I heard a jug band playin' "If you don't... who else will?" From over on the far side of the hill All I know the sun don't shine And the rain refused to fall And you don't seem to hear me when I call Wind inside and the wind outside Tangled in the window blind Tell me why you treat me so unkind Down where the sun don't shine Lonely and I call your name No place left to go, ain't that a shame? S.m.r. I tell you New York to San Francisco So many roads I know All I want is one to take me home From the high road to the low So many roads I know From the land of the midnight sun Where the ice blue roses grow Along those roads of gold and silver snow Howlin' wide or moaning low S.m.r. I know So many roads to ease my soul (R. Hunter)
Previous Posts
- The storm
- I believe in..
- A song for my dog Amit
- Reference: http://www.cheese.com/
- Embrace Yourself (comments)
- The Center (see comments)
- Prayer (words in comments)
- Zook's run down, cheesy, seedy faithful thrift sto...
- The End of the Road (words in comments)
- Let it go (words in comments)
2 Comments:
(not exactly a flawless performance, but the feeling is there anyway..)
PHANTOM CONSTRUCTION (1989 – WHILE UNEMPLOYED)
PHANTOM CONSTRUCTION, IT’S ALL IN MY MIND
MY HEART IS A SWIMMING IN A POOL OF COLD SLIME
MY MIND IS IN TERROR OF WHAT I DON’T KNOW
I NEED TO GET SOMEWHERE, THERE’S NOWHERE TO GO
ALL ALONE, ALIEN IN A STRANGE WORLD
CRAVING AN ANCHOR, THE FLESH OF SOME GIRL
BUT THE WOMEN ARE TOWERS THAT JUST CAN’T BE CLIMBED
WITH THIS PHANTOM CONSTRUCTION IT’S ALL IN MY MIND
FLUSHED DOWN A TOILET, I STARE INTO SPACE
THE PEOPLE HAVE FLASHLIGHTS THEY SHINE IN MY FACE
PART OF A MACHINE, BUT I CAN’T FIT IN
A WHIRLPOOL OF WATER, I CAN’T EVEN SWIM
INFINITE DOORWAYS, WHICH SHOULD I CHOOSE
IN A POOL OF COLD QUICKSAND WITH NO TIME TO LOSE
THE WALLS ARE A CLOSING IN THEY’LL BE HERE REAL SOON
I CAN’T SHAKE THE FEELING, UNAVOIDALBE DOOM
WILL YOU PLEASE TAKE ME OUT OF THIS HORRIBLE PLACE
I’LL GIVE SATAN MY SOUL LET HIM THROW IT TO WASTE
MY ORGANS ARE STRANGLING ME, MY HEART STARTS TO SEETHE
MY LUNGS ARE COLLAPSING, I CAN’T EVEN BREATH
PHANTOM CONSTRUCTION A TOUR THROUGH HELL
CONSTANTLY FALLING, NO BOTTOM IN THE WELL
THE SUNLIGHT IT KILLS ME, A VAMPIRE’S SOUL
SOMETHING IS MISSING PLEASE MAKE ME WHOLE
BUSINESSMEN SNEER IN THEIR FINE TAILORED SUITS
WEALTHY, AND HAPPY WITH ALL OF THEIR ROOTS
BUT ME I’M UNANCHORED, AND FILLED WITH THIS HOLE
WITH THE PHANTOM CONSTRUCTION THAT RIPS UP MY SOUL
ASK ME A QUESTION, I’LL STUTTER AND FREEZE
I CAN’T TALK OR THINK WITH THIS FUCKING DISEASE
IMPATIENTLY WAITING, YOU KNOW SOMETHING’S WRONG
I WALK AWAY BROKEN, OBSESSED WITH A SONG
IN MY MIND THEY’RE ALL HAUNTING ME WITH THEIR STARES
BUT DEEP DOWN I KNOW NO ONE REALLY CARES
CUS’ REALLY THE PROBLEM IS NOTHING AT ALL
BUT THE PHANTOM CONSTRUCTION MAKES ME ONE INCH TALL
I can relate to this one. A lot of times, other musicians, wanting to assert their dominance, make others feel like they are one inch tall, or like you've just been flushed down the toilet. I don't like feeling that way...
Can I request a happy song?? :)
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