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Cloud Boat - Bastion sanat lyrics

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Bastion

I left these things in my back garden
And they grew with the grass
I left these secrets on my father's coat peg
And they break him like the waves
 
I need to feel like you will watch my babies be born
We'll sit in the flowers and we'll stay there
'til I'm ready to be a man
'til the days don't feel so heavy on my back
 
I'll break the windows and I'll burn the floors
But you won't clean them
I'll lift the carpets and I'll open the doors
But it's been years since anyone used them
 
I need to feel like you will need me when you grow old
We'll in the sit flowers and we'll stay there
'til I'm ready to be a man
'til the days don't feel so heavy on my back
 
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Toca Toca

Oh, you say no, no, no,
I say no, no, no, no,
You say 'take me home',
I say Dom Perignon,
You say no, no, no,
I say no, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no.
 
Hasta la vida loca,
Loca, loca, loca,
Te encanta la musica,
Te toca, toca, toca,
Hasta la vida loca,
Loca, loca, loca,
Te encanta la musica,
Te toca, toca, toca.
 
Oh, I wanna say, rain on me forever,
Rivers of champagne, celebrate together,
Oh, I wanna say, rain on me forever,
Rivers of champagne, celebrate together.
 
Hasta la vida loca,
Loca, loca, loca,
Te encanta la musica,
Te toca, toca, toca,
Hasta la vida loca,
Loca, loca, loca,
Te encanta la musica,
Te toca, toca, toca.
 
Toca, toca, toca.
 
Hasta la vida loca,
Loca, loca, loca,
Te encanta la musica,
Te toca, toca, toca,
Hasta la vida loca,
Loca, loca, loca,
Te encanta la musica,
Te toca, toca, toca.
 
I see your eyes every day and every night
And I, I wanna hold you,
Love you till the end of time,
Stay over night cause I want you in my life,
And I, I wanna love you,
I will never make you cry.
 
Hasta la vida loca,
Loca, loca, loca,
Te encanta la musica,
Te toca, toca, toca,
Hasta la vida loca,
Loca, loca, loca,
Te encanta la musïca,
Te toca, toca, toca.
 
Toca, toca, toca.
 
Toca, toca, toca.
 

Running From The Cops

(New surroundings)

My dreams will never come true
and if they ever ever do
there's never you
I want to implode
I want it to end
and all those old feelings are coming back again

(New surroundings)

My dreams are haunting my soul
and when I'm driving down the road
I'm not in control
I want to let go
I want to shake hands
with the person that's
responsible for this master plan

I know I will
I know I can

(New surroundings)
This is not in your mind)

My dreams will never come true
and if they ever ever do
it's never you.

Living In The Shadows

Constant quick fixes, don't make no sense
Hop on bandwagons, you make me sick
 
Don't you tell me, what you think is right!
(When you're living in the shadows)
I can tell that, you have lost your sight!
(When you're living in the shadows)
[x2]
 
Distant loud chuckles, keep me awake
Awkward instances won't make you hip
 
Don't you tell me, what you think is right!
(When you're living in the shadows)
I can tell that, you have lost your sight!
(When you're living in the shadows)
[x2]
 
We've said this all before, your shadow's at the door
We've said this all before, your shadow's at the door
There's darkness in the hall and we won't take the fall!
And we won't take the fall!
 
Don't you tell me, what you think is right!
(When you're living in the shadows)
I can tell that, you have lost your sight!
(When you're living in the shadows)
[x4]
 

Old Fart at Play

[Verse: Captain Beefheart]
Pappy with the Khaki sweatband
Bowed goat potbellied barnyard
That only he noticed, the old fart was smart
The old gold cloth Madonna
Dancin' to the fiddle and saw
He ran down behind the knoll
And slipped on his wooden fishhead
The mouth worked and snapped
All the bees back to the bungalow
Momma was flattening lard
With her red enamel rollin' pin
When the fishhead broke the window
Rubber eye erect and precisely detailed
Airholes from which breath should come
Is now closely fit
With the chatter of the old fart inside
An assortment of observations took place
Momma licked her lips like a cat
Pecked the ground like a rooster
Pivoted like a duck
Her stockings down caught dust and doughballs
She cracked her mouth glaze, caught one eyelash
Rubbed her hands on her gorgeous gingham
Her hands grasped sticky metal intricate latchwork
Open to the room, uh
Smell cold mixed with bologna
Rubber bands crumpled wax paper bonnets
Fat goose legs and special jellies
Ignited by the warmth of the room
The old fart smelled this
Through his important breather holes
Cleverly he dialed from within
From the outside we observed
That the nose of the wooden mask
Where the holes had just been a moment ago
Was now smooth amazingly blended, camouflaged in
With the very intricate rainbow trout replica
The old fart inside was now breathin' freely
From his perfume bottle atomizer air bulb invention
His excited eyes from within the dark interior glazed
Watered in appreciation of his thoughtful preparation
 
[Outro: Jeff Cotton]
Uh man, it's so heavy