backdrifts
(lyrics by t.yorke, music by radiohead)
we're rotten fruit
we're damage goods
what the hell, we've got nothin' more to loose
one gust and we will probably crumble
we're backdrifting
there's far, but no further
i'm hangin' off a branch
i'm teetering on a brink
of honey sweet
so fall asleep
i'm backsliding
you fell into our arms
you fell into our arms
we tried, but there was nothin' we could do
nothin' we could do
all evidence have been buried
all tapes have been erased
but your footsteps give you away
so you're backtrackin'
oh oh oh
you fell into our arms
you fell into our arms
we tried, but there was nothin' we could do
nothin' we could do
you fell into our
you fell into our
we're rotten fruit
we're damage goods
what the hell, we've got nothin' more to loose
one gust and we will probably crumble
we're backdrifters
Today
Today is the greatest
Day I've ever known
Can't live for tomorrow,
Tomorrow's much too long
I'll burn my eyes out
Before I get out
I wanted more
Than life could ever grant me
Bored by the chore
Of saving face
Today is the greatest
Day I've ever known
Can't wait for tomorrow
I might not have that long
I'll tear my heart out
Before I get out
Pink ribbon scars
That never forget
I tried so hard
To cleanse these regrets
My angel wings
Were bruised and restrained
My belly strings
Today is
Today is
Today is
The greatest day
I want to turn you on
I want to turn you on
I want to turn you on
I want to turn you
Today is the greatest
Today is the greatest day
Today is the greatest day
That I have ever really known
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venus in furs (original composed by the velvet underground)
Venus In Furs
(Reed)
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart.
Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, Severin awaits you there.
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears.
Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart.
Severin, Severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now pleased for me.