yord's Top 100 Favorite Albums

We clung on like
barnacles on a boat
even though the ship sinks
you know you cant let go

Helicopters fly over the beach
same time every day, same routine a
clear target in summer when skies are blue
it's part of the noise when winter comes
it reverberates in my lungs
nature's corrupted in factories far away

I... love... you! I love you! I... looooove... youuu!!

...every time you think you're walking you're just movin' the ground...
...every time you think you're talking you're just movin' your mouth...
...every time you think you're lookin' you're just lookin' down...

a fish is fast
and Jimmy's cast
hang me
a white moon's hot
the other side's not
hang me

Good thing you're alive

if someone talked to you
the way you do to you
i'd put their teeth through
love yourself!

darlin' what i'm saying is real
but if you don't believe me
that's chill
darlin' what i'm saying isn't real
so if you don't believe me
that's chill

pass me the scalpel, I'll make an incision
cut out the part of your brain that does the bitchin'
set it in formaldehyde and get it on a shelf
so you can show it to your friends and say, "that's my old self!"

your politics ain't nothing but a full "fuck you"
no one sees the window that you're waving through
it's really very simple

the sun has fallen down
and the billboards are all leering
and the flags are all dead
at the top of their poles

i got metal in my blood
dancing around to the magnets
what about our love
so hard to start in a violent age
and I don't wanna
i don't wanna live in this place anymore
everybody cries
everybody needs some comfort
from dreaming

long time ago me and my brother kyle here we was hitchhiking down a long and lonesome road... all of a sudden... there shined a shiny demon... in the middle... of the road... AND HE SAID:

"play the best song in the world, or i'll eat your souls!"

well, me and kyle, we looked at each other and we each said: "OK."

washed my face in the rivers of empire
made my bed in a cardboard crate
down in the city of courts...
no news, no new regrets
tossed a susan B over my shoulder
and prayed it would rain and rain
submerge the whole western states
call it a last fair deal
with an american seal
and corporate handshake...

if it's on a monday and i'm trying, don't you want to be...

you don't age when you live out of time
a thousand years in the blink of an eye

time is running out
make a move
do you understand
it's all in your hands
it's your move

jawbone tension tan your scar douse your eyes shadow strange to kill the taste of you aim your stare the fountain lights halfway spent lost my patience halfway through all the time comes and comes comes and goes

you know our hearts beat time out very slowly
you know our hearts beat time
they're waiting for something that'll never arrive

lit a blue-tip match off the white of your eye tadpoles and cigarettes on a cold water drive fed your belly to the lion and your throat to all their babies the power washer screams like a panther your rope and scar and rabbit hearts

the custom concern for the people
build up the monuments and steeples
to wear out our eyes
i get up just about noon
my head sends a message to me to reach for my shoes
and then walk
gotta go to work gotta go to work
gotta get a job
goes through the parking lot fields
didn't see no signs that they would heal
and then thought
this will never end, this will never ever end
this will never
stop
message read on the bathroom walls
said, "i don't feel at all like i fall"
and we're losing all touch
losing all touch
building a desert

my pal the tortoise
how fast does he go?
man, he goes like crazy
what about the cut of his jib?
i think it's the finest cut that you'll ever find
what does he file at the Hall of Records?
a proclamation of tortoise intent
does he live the life of a madman?
yes, he lives the life of a madman!

good times keep movin
movin
got to escape now

in this life like weeds
eyes need us to see
hearts need us to bleed
in this life like weeds
you're a rock to me
i know where you're from
but where do you belong?
in this life like weeds
you're the dirt I'll breathe
in this life like weeds
you're a rock to me
all this talkin' all the time
and the air fills up, up, up
until there's nothin' left to breathe
and you think you feel most everything
and we know that our hearts are just made out of
strings to be pulled
strings to be pulled
so you think you've figured out everything
but we know that our minds are just made out of
strings to be pulled
strings to be pulled
all this talkin' all the time
and the air fills up, up, up
until there's nothing left to breathe
up until there's nothin' left to speak
up until the better parts of space

as loud as hell
a ringing bell
behind my smile
it shakes my teeth
and all the while
as vampyres feed
i bleed

i'm alive and I can see
the water is foul and it's hard to breathe
there's lead in the water
there's lead in the water
there's lead in the water and you think that 'm fine
i'm stained by the water
and only the water
i'm drained by the water, are you losing your mind?
dead in the water
dead in the water

sometimes i think that i'm bigger than the sound
well, i think that i'm bigger than the sound

gravity
on me
ever pull me down
gently
gravity
with me
never let me go
no no
gravity

in these demon days, we're so cold inside
it's so hard for a good soul to survive
you can't even trust the air you breathe
'cos mother Earth want us all to leave
when lies become reality
numb yourself with drugs and TV
pick yourself up, it's a brand new day
so turn yourself 'round
don't burn yourself, turn yourself
turn yourself around to the sun

It's the Curse of the Mummy, hah...

i think
i can
i think
i can
i think
i can

Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
God say, "No." Abe say, "What?"
God say, "You can do what you want Abe, but
The next time you see me comin' you better run"
Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done?"
God says, "Out on Highway 61."

wipe him down with gasoline
'til his arms are hard and mean
from now on boys this iron boat's your home
so heave away, boys
we sail tonight for singapore,
take your blankets from the floor
wash your mouth out by the door,
the whole town's made of iron ore
every witness turns to steam,
they all become italian dreams
fill your pockets up with earth,
get yourself a dollar's worth
away boys, away boys, heave away

It's GOOD FOR YOU!!!!!!!