Lionrock Lyrics and Samples
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Lyrics From An Instinct For Detection
transcribed by Nate Wayne
last modified on November 26th, 2002
version 1.0
Morning Will Come When I'm Not Ready
Holmes you're making this up no! oh god that is the truth there's something about a string dangling from a stranger's lips that avoids friendship
I want to taste a new dessert To see how other people work To see them irrigate the dirt With water from a bank I took my tape and tape recorder And made my way up to the border Where I received a legal order From a man who drove a tank I wanted to see another country But the country wouldn't have me They said they have a new policy To protect their economy I said I want to see a city They said they couldn't entertain me They said they simply had too many And If I tried they would detain me They said you haven't any place here Why you show your face here I'll keep you at the base here Don't move til you're told He returned to the command Go back to your land The only way to enter is with gold What you get is what you see not what they say What you get is what you see not what they say What you get is what you see not what they say What you get is what you see not what they say What you get is what you see not what they say A promise in a second The truth will take a day To see the truth in every step along the way Is like a child that learns to judge within his play I want to turn my water to wine But I'm not divine So I must feel to do I want to turn their sorrow to salt The weak to the strong So we've got to think our way through it Closing in from all quarters Pressure to achieve is like I'm forced to grow All your sons and your daughters They have to fight to keep the little that they know I never wanted to be free Until I knew I was in prison I didn't know I was a key Until I unlocked the pain I'm livin' I want to see the vegetation To inspire my vocation To see the plans of every nation Hear the words from their hearts Won't rest 'til the folks sing tunes from the heart string sounds from the true springs of our histories Confesed like we come through lives that evade you born to renew and explain our mysteries Your eyes won't lie when they're allowed to see Your sun, your skies see you're allowed to be Your reason why so we're wise to take heed Your time your earth so plant your seeds Your time your earth so plant your seeds Your time your earth so plant your seeds Plant your seeds [Repeat]
The bottles are all empty The potions gone Powers promised like the dawn It just won't carry on I leave the empties on the doorstep To be filled by time Is he a wizard or a teacher Is she a friend of mine I left a note unsigned with haste Give me a packet of peace to taste And if you're willing an extra crate Of any power to combat hate Cause though I heard that hate brings pain And I need love to take the strain a parcel of extra blessing To keep my days from guessing Oh teach me, the words won't turn the way I ask them Oh reach me, show faces true before I pass them And all the world is out of key And it shrinks inside me So many faces to be friends When all the madness ends I'll leave my mind beneath the mat So you can let yourself in If you can stand the mess then stay But I'm not entertaining I feel the riches of our days Are like smoke to hold I'd make a paper heart to love you If I knew where to fold But I must sit and just keep trying Until I see the shape I seek Because I must learn to sculpt the strength For everyday that I'm weak Oh teach me, the storms won't turn the way we aim them Oh reach me, the dreams grow wild before we tame them
[Laughs] I'm afraid your jubilations are a little premature [eah] You [ugk]
Ok while the cheering is dying down now And I think we have a new candidate And we have a new favorite vegetable which is asparagus Lets go back to the station What is rock 'n' roll? (Background: Don't be crazy, tell him!) Where'd you learn how to shake that booty? One of America's greatest pranksters What are you doing here!? |What are you doing here!? |(in the background: I hear the music, see your booty, start shaking your booty) |What is rock 'n' roll? |(Background: Don't be crazy, tell him!) \/ [Repeat 5 times] What is rock 'n' roll? Don't be crazy, tell him!
Fire Up The shoesaw (Vocal Mix)
What is rock 'n' roll? (Background: Don't be crazy, tell him!) Where'd you learn how to shake that booty? There's a hunter On a trail Got a track to follow There's a dust cloud There's a tail Fill a sack with sorrow In a second Still to panic Blood turns to nitroglycerin Gone scurryin' It's a black Back of his mind Nowhere to find Place to hide Or to rest Collapse to the beat of the world in his chest Can he find it Can he find it Can he find it Can he find it Can he find it There are secrets in the hills With the furrows, brows of the motherland Omni chambers Lots and ills From a time when they spoke of another kind of living The power to be one with the creatrix A trinity of power like a matrix In synch, this link to the source A river and its course What is Rock 'n' Roll? Living water Where money flows Molds the landscape To what it know Stranger running Running from fear Danger size never looked so clear And it's faces Claims to be places pure But how can a love be achieved by a warlike state When it's already in your power to be great But have to steal or appear to effect Your every act is live and direct Your every act is live and direct Your every act is live and direct Your every act is live and direct
Don't cause chaos Don't cause chaos Don't cause chaos Don't cause chaos By the feel of the stars of elite Sign called biatch Sign called biatch Sign called biatch Sign called biatch The result of the lines in this way Don't cause chaos Don't cause chaos Don't cause chaos Don't cause chaos By the feel of the stars of elite Sign called biatch Sign called biatch Sign called biatch Sign called biatch The result of the lines in this way Don't cause chaos Don't cause chaos Don't cause chaos Don't cause chaos By the feel of the stars of elite Sign called biatch Sign called biatch Sign called biatch Sign called biatch The result of the lines in this way
I often sit I often sit I often sit and stare at the sea Stare at the sea Stare at the sea I dream I dream And hope And wish Some things are best expressed by nature Like the song of a sun We split our roads in a race to power Like we split the atom Is it only love that you favor Truth is the flavor Fear is the flip side No faith in the warm skin (Something) shows when the surface breaks from the outside So you encounter yourself While watching you body cry When the all the faults don't seem like the tools you used to create your life Thoughs fermenting I am repenting For the trouble I caused My peace My wars Man on the shore watching a stream Looks through the ripples to rocks in the bed Plants broke the surface seeds in the soft sands Roots hold to rocks as the currents fled Plants broke the surface the seeds in the dragon fly Seeds now the stem now the seeds of a plant Life to expression sounds like a blood flow Ear to the skin heartbeat of a man Man on a hill watching the city He looks through the clouds the clocks in the tower Well life brought the surface, protect what's within Same from the winds and the foreign power Man broke the surface the woman and the child Dream now the columns of black smoke Life to corruption the fear of the true flow Ear to the earth heartbeat of a whole Some things are best expressed Some things are best expressed Some things are best expressed by nature Like the song of the sun Song of the sun The song of the sun Song of the sun The song of the sun
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Seeds of the wind don't Fight for the slipstream Child of the love torn Fighter of the love dream Seeds that are wind born Return to the heartland Minds that are hate worn Must return to its inner hand Tears of the lonely Should be flown like a stream Love man and lovers only Feel the power of a dream The taking makes you weary It robs you of your patience It kills your very contact With the journies of the ancients Whatever you strive to believe in Don't make a man a victim The knowledge of our slumber Is keeping people under Awake and decypher The dreams and the music A gift from the wiser But the fool wouldn't use it There is a way I found Hiding in the depths of my vision Thoughts never lie But my voice is the cloud Only courage intervenes in my decisions So today I will cling to a friend Telling her to meet within her mind and not a passion Let us understands our movements I'm making some improvements in the way I play my fashion Away with the bonds of shame Light liberates dark, the night bring mayhem Away with psychological games Our petters see the warnings A dawn will repave them I dispense with a sense that craves Our knowledge to be slaves The ignorance is linked The tremors of time are like waves And move the way that we think Let nature take the controls And do the things that she said Let love determine your goals Provide your daily bread The wisdom will find you each day It asks for you to try The food will turn you away The wise invents the cry
Before the night is out I shall have been officially assisinated By a single shot from the street I'm rather looking forward to it Number Nine
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I suppose it would be futile to try to presuade you to join me You suppose correctly Ah, pity Together what triumphs we might have acheived And I do so deplore the waste So illogical Goodbye Mister Sherlock Holmes [ARG!]
listen ends again into the desert street, a strange kind of violence and like a legend creeping down the alley ways he waves a hand to silence and though we're not aware, there is a presence there until we hear them teasing spitting curses, verses from the sacred books of long forgotten reason silken suits, the clicks of heels, the midnight hour long decayed the spirit moves ____ till he wishes he could never play but the street wise listen while the wet roads glisten don't know what you're missing i wouldn't carry you through this tonight but the melodie's here and the beats are all right and though there's a risk from the street hood, in the mist of the rain you can feel good and though we're not aware, there is a presence there until we see teasing stealing time in motor grime working like a lamp through the vampire season heaven, soothe, power versus (dancers?) in to a groove moves through the inner sun with shinning proof you've carried all the blessing you can see that you were getting what you fear love lies close to all the hate you could've reared blue skies always under cloud that disappears you've died too but wrong thing hear the song bring proof under life's wing many cycling truth a lover's fight, the blues patrol, she tries to keep the catchy name out on the streets since twilight, now she's wishing that she never stayed but the street wise listen while the wet roads glisten don't know what you're missing boys from the bus from the bus spilling out climbs into the car without a shadow of a doubt boys hit a drunk on the street, passenger screams as he flies from the seat lies in a tangle or worse, left from the pipe of the night in a herse lies in a gamble or more from the plain day un left from the plain day and the truth will set you free from the broken lamp lying at the corner of a memory treasures to be found yes this is your town yes this is your town i guess this is your town yes this is your town
I won’t say any words to you All my thoughts are in front of you See the body turn Melt, like the candle burns All the shadows dance in time to this Every pain will find a seat in bliss So what need for more When the heart is sure? Cling to vision Now clear the conscious Do your duties Providing food for your families Food for the body, food for the soul Don’t let depression come and take control Energies project, let them protect you Sound you perfect will not neglect you Just sing out!