Bowling With No Panties

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Thursday, March 30, 2006

Lyrics That Make Me CRINGE

The Offender:  Lifehouse

What day is it
And in what month
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time

Cause it's you and me and all of the people
With nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people and
I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you

All of the things that I want to say
Just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words, you got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here

Cause it's you and me and all of the people
With nothing to do, nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all of the people and
I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off you

Something about you now
I can't quite figure out
Everything she does is beautiful
Everything she does is right

Cause it's you and me and all of the people
With nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people and
I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of

You and me and all of the people
With nothing to do, nothing to prove and
It's you and me and all of the people and
I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you

What day is it
And in what month
This clock never seemed so alive

"Clock never seemed so alive"???? I suppose this is supposed to be poetic but it's pathetic. I hate this band.
I really hate this band. They are so insidiously bland. How does he go from YOU to SHE? Who is he talking to? This
was so totally phoned in, it's disgusting.

1 Comments:

  • At 2:38 PM, Blogger Maulleigh said…

    This will make you feel better.


    Nick Drake Lyrics - At The Chime Of A City Clock Lyrics

    A city freeze
    Get on your knees
    Pray for warmth and green paper.
    A city drought
    You're down and out
    See your trousers don't taper.
    Saddle up
    Kick your feet
    Ride the range of a london street
    Travel to a local plane
    Turn around and come back again.

    And at the chime of the city clock
    Put up your road block
    Hang on to your crown.
    For a stone in a tin can
    Is wealth to the city man
    Who leaves his armour down.

    Stay indoors
    Beneath the floors
    Talk with neighbours only.
    The games you play
    Make people say
    You're either weird or lonely.
    A city star
    Won't shine too far
    On account of the way you are
    And the beads
    Around your face
    Make you sure to fit back in place.

    And at the beat of the city drum
    See how your friends come in twos;



    Or threes or more.
    For the sound of a busy place
    Is fine for a pretty face
    Who knows what a face is for.

    The city clown
    Will soon fall down
    Without a face to hide in.
    And he will lose
    If he won't choose
    The one he may confide in.
    Sonny boy
    With smokes for sale
    Went to ground with a face so pale
    And never heard
    About the change
    Showed his hand and fell out of range.

    In the light of a city square
    Find out the face that's fair
    Keep it by your side.
    When the light of the city falls
    You fly to the city walls
    Take off with your bride.

    But at the chime of a city clock
    Put up your road block
    Hang on to your crown.
    For a stone in a tin can
    Is wealth to the city man
    Who leaves his armour down.

     

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