I get adrenalin straight to the heart, I feel like Uma Thurman post-overdosin' kick start. I take a hit from an asthma puffer. I do it wrong. I was never good at smoking bongs. Are You Looking After Yourself? You should start some sort of trust fund just incase you fail. My friends play in bands, they are better than everything on radio. Did you see that special on TV the other eve? Are you eating? You sound so thin. Should get married, have some babies, watch the evening news. Boxing Day Blues I know that I let you down.
My house has an open door. You need a lock and a key. I love all of your ideas. You love the idea of me. Canned Tomatoes Whole I know that I let you down.
Heading down the Highway Hume somewhere at the end of June. Taxidermied kangaroos are littered on the shoulders. A possum Jackson Pollock is painted on the tar. We drive to a house in Preston, we see police arresting a man with his hand in a bag.
This place seems depressing. Wakes up at a quarter past nine, fare evades his way down the 96 tram line. Feeling sick at the sight of his computer he dodges his way through the Swanston commuters. Rips off his tie, hands it to a homeless man, sleeping in the corner of a Metro bus stand. He waits for an elevator, 1 to 9, a lady walks in and waits by his side. Her heels are high and her bag is snakeskin. Hair pulled so tight you can see her skeleton. Vickers perfume on her breath, a tortoise-shell necklace between her breasts.
Wait until the letter's red until my bills get paid. Aw tell me, tell me, tell me, when's it gonna change? Every morning I feel more useless than before. Trying hard to see the point in anything at all. Aw I've been trying, I've been trying really hard. Pull yourself together. Pick myself apart. Nothing lasts for never so be still my bleeding heart. Aw I've been dreaming, dreaming of a brand new start. You have a great abundance of axes there to grind. Remember some people have real problems next time you whine.
Oh hang the washing, hang the washing on the line. Yeah I've been trying, I've been trying really hard. Aw tell me, tell me, tell me when's it gonna change. Lance Jr. I masturbated to the songs you wrote. Resuscitated all of my hopes. Much appreciated are your songs. It just helps me get to sleep. I under-estimated your intelligence. A little bit of weed mixed with some sentiment.
I wanna go out but I wanna stay home. Why you so eager to please? I wear my heart on my sleeve. Gets harder in the winter, gotta be a fake or shiver, It takes a great deal out of me. I like you despise you admire you what are we gonna do when everything all falls through? Dirty clothes, I suppose, we all outgrow ourselves. Porcelain I found you at the store, pretty as porcelain. All different sizes and all shades of green, slashing it down just seems kinda mean.
I make mistakes until I get it right. Oh the calamity I wanna go to sleep for an eternity…who am I to deny myself a pawn?
An eye for an eye for an eye for an eye, I dreamed I stabbed you with a coat hanger wire. All the things that you detest in me They keep you coming back for more you see We make each other get a bit crazy But you will always be a part of me.
I find it hard to tell you how I want to run away I understand it always makes you feel a certain way I find a balance in the middle of the chaos Send me up send me down Send me never demigod. Bullet in a gun But in the end my time will come Like a bullet in a gun Blood, sweat, and tears to be the one Bullet in a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun Bullet in a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun Bullet in a gun.
To make a name you pay the price You give your life no other way The devils deal it comes around To wear the crown Rise up from the ground. Bullet in a gun but in the end my time will come Like a bullet in a gun Blood, sweat, and tears to be the one Bullet in a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun Bullet in a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun Bullet in a.
How many voices go unheard How many lessons never learned How many artists fear the light, fear the pain, go insane, lose your mind, lose yourself You only care about fame and wealth Sellout, sellout, sellout. Bullet in a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun But in the end my time will come Like a Bullet in a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun Blood, sweat, and tears to be the one Bullet in a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun Bullet in a gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun, gun Bullet in a.
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Only Oh pretty baby, you're my motivator Got me changing my words and my behavior Pretty lady, you're my operator, got me dialing your number just to hear ya. Dream dream dream dream Dreamworld Take, take me over, oh take me over, I don't want to wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up. Stuck Time goes by and still I am stuck on you Yeah time goes by and still I am stuck on you, you. All in all, the answers may lie in the mapping of our brains — both in how the mind and body reacts when we hear a song and how we use music as way to experience and cope with certain feelings.
IE 11 is not supported. For an optimal experience visit our site on another browser. Share this —. Follow better. By Vivian Manning-Schaffel. This Is Your Brain On Music According to findings published in Frontiers in Human Neuroscience , a group of scientists at the Center for Interdisciplinary Music Research in Finland administered psychological tests and MRIs brain scans to better understand how study participants used music to manipulate their feelings — findings that could potentially empower music therapists to help their patients.
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