You got to be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your
toes and when you're on the street
You got to be able to pick out the easy
meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of
sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking
And
after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the
firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be
trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on
you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye
looking over your shoulder
You know, it's going to get harder, and harder,
and harder
As you get older
Yeah, and in the end you'll pack up and fly
down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All
alone and dying of cancer
And when you lose control, you'll reap the
harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to
stone
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
around
So have a good drown, as you go down all alone
Dragged down by the
stone
Gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to
me as if I'm just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this
creeping malaise
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of
this maze
Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
That
everyone's expendable, and no one has a real friend
And it seems to you the
thing to do would be to isolate the winner
Everything's done under the
sun
But you believe at heart everyone's a killer
Who was born in a
house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told
what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted
with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking
away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in
the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the
stone
Who was dragged down by the stone
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Happiness hit her like a train on a track Coming towards her stuck still no turning back She hid around corners and she hid under beds She killed it with kisses and from it she fled With every bubble she sank with her drink And washed it away down the kitchen sink The dog days are over The dog days are done The horses are coming So you better run Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers Leave all your love and your longing behind You can’t carry it with you if you want to survive The dog days are over The dog days are done Can you hear the horses? 'Cause here they come And I never wanted anything from you Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh Happiness hit her like a bullet in the head Struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that The dog days are over The dog days are done Can you hear the horses? 'Cause here they come Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers Leave all your love and your longing behind You can’t carry it with you if you want to survive The dog days are over The dog days are done Can you hear the horses? 'Cause here they come The dog days are over The dog days are done The horses are coming So you better run _______________________________________________________________________ In a dog's life A year is really more like seven And all too soon a canine Will be chasing cars in doggie heaven It seems to me As we make our own few circles 'round the sun We get it backwards And our seven years go by like one Dog years...It's the season of the itch Dog years...With every scratch it reappears In the dog days People look to Sirius Dogs cry for the moon But these connections are mysterious It seems to me While it's true that every dog will have his day When all the bones are buried There is barely time to go outside and play Dog years...It's the season of the itch Dog years...With every scratch it reappears Dog years...For every sad son of a bitch Dog years...With his tail between his ears I'd rather be a tortoise from Galapagos Or a span of geological time Than be living in these dog years In a dog's brain A constant buzz of low level static One sniff at the hydrant And the answer is automatic It seems to me As well make our own few circles 'round the block We've lost our senses For the higher level static of talk _______________________________________________________________________ What do you have in mind, guidance of the blind, I feel lost Lost inside this maze of shame and sin A taste of sweetest wine, addictive yet so fine, I want more The conscience says no, all senses yell go, There's too much at stake this time The more I deny, the more I commit to this night Don't tell me what you feel, don't tell me what you see Close your eyes and stay behind the scene Any alibi will be one step over the line Do you feel my pain, do you share my fears So right even if I die tonight Will I pay the price at the edge of time? Let sleeping dogs lie Time stands still, the room seems frozen now Two creatures moving in a game of lose or win, right or wrong Step aside, loosen this stranglehold May heaven's fires burn the point of no return, sensual thorn My head's spinning round, waiting to fall, fall for a secret desire Too far to starve yet too close to breathe in this lie Gonna make your sleeping dogs fly |
KUNST, CULTUUR EN MYTHOLOGIE
KUNST, CULTUUR, MYTHOLOGIE
OMLIJST DOOR MUZIEK
zondag 20 januari 2013
ARGOS THE DOG
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