Beardfish - Sleeping In Traffic: Part Two lyrics
Tracks 02. Into The Night
03. The Hunter 04. South Of The Border 06. The Downward Spiral/Chimay 07. Sleeping In Traffic 02. Into The Night Music by Rikard Sjöblom, Robert Hansen Lyrics by Rikard Sjöblom
When did they come and where did they go
My thoughts, pure and white like snow Here come the long and dark night of my soul And now I'm all alone There's a deep dark hole now where my love once used to be She set me free This is the long and dark night of my soul Yes, now I'm all alone So I've erased myself, replaced my mind, it's a clean slate All I've felt and everyone I've ever known is gone I feel a need to leave, just run straight into nowhere There's nothing left in this town but self loathing You think you know, think you can see who I am? Don't colour my sleeves with your narrow mind I'm more than my hair or the clothes that I wear I feel the need for a new way of thinking So I surrender myself to me When did they come... Lost in this approaching night Traces of summer, still warm and breezy As the sun sets over the forest The woods are dark, cold and deep I'm alone in here, and though I can't feel the presence of man I feel something staring I don't think the animals will harm me But I know they know I'm here To them I am the predator It's man they've learned to fear Suddenly a gun shot, then another Someone is aiming at me I throw myself behind a big old pine My heart is beating like crazy I can sense The Hunter, he's behind me I'm a deer in his eyes I start to run and hear him fire once more Maybe I'm too far away... 03. The Hunter Music & lyrics by Rikard Sjöblom
Your kind is the worst
You are a type of animal that does not grow And it gives me satisfaction To see you scared and running And when you bleed, you bleed only for me So Feel back the skin on your skull 'cause I want to see what's inside I want to touch, I want to feel I want to know exactly what's on your mind Give me back the time I spent on hunting you down 'Cause I try to stay positive and all you do is frown Give me something real to start out from I want to know what's on your mind I want to touch what hides inside I want to feel your deepest thoughts I want to know exactly what's inside Give me back the time I spent on hunting you down 'Cause I try to stay positive and all you do is frown Give me something real to start out from 04. South Of The Border Music & lyrics by Rikard Sjöblom
This is the story of Gad-About-Garth
He was the kind of man you see in every bar An old school bling bling guy, shades on in the dark "I'm here for the ladies" he'd say, "light up my smoke" Workin' the dancefloor, he'd shake it about Chains and jewellery shimmering, bling-a-ling, glimmering Workin' the females, not a butt he didn't slap Dropping one-liners, some chauvinist crap: Hey Ba-by! Have you ever been south of the border? Yo Shugah! What would you like for breakfast in the morning? Garth's fellow-workers at the office were fed-up "I swear if he tries som'n with me I'll smack his ass all the way back to gooberville!" Especially the ladies who felt they had enough "Damn straight" "Uh-huh!" They had arranged for him a neat little surprise The yearly party at the office was the night They hired some really beautiful drag queens To jump out of a cake and tease around the crowd "Ta-dah!" Everyone was in on it but Garth who was quite drunk He did his usual act, obnoxious and loud He was workin' the dancefloor, he'd shake it about Chains and jewellery shimmering, bling-a-ling, glimmering Workin' the queens, not a crotch he did not tap Dropping one-liners, some chauvinist crap: Hey Ba-by! Have you ever been south of the border? Yo Shugah! What would you like for breakfast in the morning? In the morning Garth woke up next to a beefy lady with no hair and bad breath He was angry, but then at the same time he could not make himself leave just yet All these feelings, what are these? Have I been Gad-About-Garth just to hide something that I am? He remembered everything and felt a rush go through him as he realised he'd made love to a man! In a sense he felt fulfilled as he looked back on gettin' high with Amanda last night (A man - duh!) How could something he had always thought was filthy growing up, suddenly seem so right? 'CAUSE HE WAS GAY! This was the story of the Gay-Man-Garth He is the kind of man you don't see in a bar A truly pleasant guy who listens, understands All women wants him, but he saves it for the gents 06. The Downward Spiral/Chimay Music & lyrics by Rikard Sjöblom
If and when you do decide
To leave this rotting bar behind Not an inch left to explore Of this dingy bathroom floor Wake up Time to sober up and catch the ride that leaves for south end Wake up, baby! She can't see the state you're in, let's keep it down a little Wake up Time to sober up and catch the ride that leaves for south end Wake up, girl! Devour the sympathetic moon above And climb into the light Jim and Ray are done for the night If and when you do decide To leave this rotting bar behind Not an inch left to explore Of this dingy bathroom floor 07. Sleeping In Traffic Music & lyrics by Rikard Sjöblom
Waking up in panic
A room not hot or cold Afraid to fall asleep again My other side will unfold I am on the edge of sanity Far out in a hazy, troubled dream I've scored the morning A crimson red thought Someone is struggling With the battles I've fought Sleeping in the traffic Red lights turn to green Blinding painted white lines Moving in between I am on the edge of sanity Far out in a hazy, troubled dream Time and time over It's always the same Reckon you know me? Are you playing my game? Me is my own worst enemy In a room of frantic fools Waiting for a juicy blues I present my guitar song Scratching strings with tones too long They see of with tired eyes Hidden coughs, "he's full of lies!" Cigarette smoke and black tar stains Darkness feasts on my remains Please save me Out of darkness into light Still there's no salvation in sight Seven wishes, what's the first? Seven wishes, quench your blood-thirst Killing has no consequence In a world that makes no sense Blow the brain that brought this up Blow the brain that thought this up Please save me Lady in the doorway With a face that's so kind Caressing smells Twisting my mind Magical evening, and She's got the glow And though she's got it all She's giving it away... Her eyes begin to glow In the semi dark room I move close and close my eyes And welcome her lips to mine She takes of her clothes Let's them slide down her hips Her body is glowing And she's giving it away In the bed I lie awake There's one road for me to take I must leave while there's still time To find out this truth of mine Sleep...I'm only sleeping Notice that my eyes are open Run...what am i running from? The demons they can't catch me while I'm travelling Dark...dark, dark darkness Fill me up and set me free Sea...I smell ocean air Sleeping in the presence of seagulls In the misty morning fog the dock lies clear Salty smell of coral reeves appears this time of year From the depths of mother earth he comes again It's captain flurry and his henchmen In spite of his old crooked back and generous age The beard, the pipe, his rusty sword, he's a cleptomanic sage man He knows the difference to what we call right or wrong And the hench-men sing in their old song "Har har, we have sailed far From Norway to Peru Whatever captain flurry says You must believe it is true" He says that "well you know, snow covers the igloos" He tells me "it's hot and dry in the Sahara desert" The kings and queens has got it in for us And I just missed the bus I'm running away now, away from pirates and seagulls and the dock of the bay Reaching sweet perfumed city streets, scented by gasoline and neon lights in sweet cooperation A guy wells: "Hey!" but I can't stop, 'cause the rhythm has got me by the balls, so to say. I'm sneaking into the backstreets and some sleazy 70's disco club... The ceiling is a sky of bright, shining disco lights There's bee gees on the gramophone, they're singing "ha ha ha ha Staying alive", oh please, make me, take me through the night But the laughter from her is an ocean of sleep to my restless soul Tension leaves by her embrace and her breasts are warm, not cold They're not cold at all In reflection of some slim shade goggles I decide to ease my stoned head A punk stands in my freeway line Taking up my precious time His hair is dyed in the colour blue Purple, green & yellow too "Hello Dolly" on his lips And Dixieland groove in his lips He won't crack a smile for me Won't be calm, he can't be, see My arm is on the shoulder of The woman his dream's dependant on I have touched her deep inside "Have I?" says I, I'm just passing by! Say's he'll send me straight to hell To teach me my lesson well His lady's staring at me She's glace eyed lover - concrete stone faced Super sonic ultra bitch She's tasting cocktails -"'which is which, hi hi hi?" THE BITCH BREATHES FIRE AND FIRE TAKES ME HIGHER THAN YOU (DO) Sleep...I'm only sleeping Dream...I'm only dreaming Drink...I'm only driving The punk is raising living hell I decide to grow my shell Run from here while I still can 'Cause he has a gun in his hand oh no! Shooting bullets where they hit Or wherever they may fit My stomach begins to ache a bit And I collapse while thinking: "shit" THE GUN BREATHES FIRE AND FIRE TAKES ME HIGHER THAN YOU (DO) Falling through the fire No constant speed left Falling faster and faster Do I really exist? Am I on the verge of sanity? In this hell of false humanity The sheets are filled with angst I once thought I'd escaped But time after time, the pattern is the same I get trapped in myself And there's no way out of here My mind is the maze that only I can face That only I can face That only I can face Me is my own worst enemy |