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What Are You Waiting For

[Verse 1]
I been thinking 'bout you, I wanna be your baby
Show me that you feel the same
I'm always dreaming of you, oh to longer days
I wanna hear you say my name
 
[Chorus]
So what are you, what are you
What are you waiting for?
So what are you, what are you
What are you waiting for?
So what are you, what are you
What are you waiting for?
So what are you waiting for?
My love is your love
My love is your love
My love is your love
Baby, so what are you waiting for?
Baby, so what are you waiting for?
 
[Verse 2]
I can't take my mind off you, got me playing game
We can find our perfect place
I'm here to stalk on you, if I don't feel this way
I wanna hear you say my name
 
[Chorus]
So what are you, what are you
What are you waiting for?
So what are you, what are you
What are you waiting for?
So what are you, what are you
What are you waiting for?
So what are you waiting for?
My love is your love
My love is your love
My love is your love
Baby, so what are you waiting for?
Baby, so what are you waiting for?
 

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The anniversaries are short lived
But they come back around at a breakneck speed
My world spins so fast
The centrifugal force keep me stuck in the middle
We close our eyes
Learn our pain
Nobody ever could explain
All the dead boys in our hometown
We close our eyes
Learn our pain
Nobody ever could explain
All the dead boys in our hometown
All the dead boys in our hometown
We all tussle with the black dog
Some out loud and some in silence
Everybody 'round here just drinks
'Cause that's our culture
We close our eyes
Learn our pain
Nobody ever could explain
All the dead boys in our hometown
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All the dead boys in our home town
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Ænema

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see Armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this
 
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of freaks
 
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call L.A.
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona Bay.
 
Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your Prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.
 
It's a bullshit three ring circus sideshow of freaks
 
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call L.A.
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona Bay.
 
Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by fault lines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dip shits.
 
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see Armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cause
I sure could use a vacation from this
 
Stupid shit, silly shit, stupid shit...
 
One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.
 
Learn to swim. [3x]
 
Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be.
 
Learn to swim.
 
Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all these gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.
 
Learn to swim.
 
Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.
 
Learn to swim.
 
Fuck smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.
 
Learn to swim.
 
Cause I'm praying for rain
And I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom, please flush it all away.
I wanna see it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.
 
Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.
 
I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.
 
I wanna see it all come down.
Bring it down
Suck it down.
Flush it down.
 

Gerontion

Here I am, an old man in a dry month,
Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain.
I was neither at the hot gates
Nor fought in the warm rain
Nor knee deep in the salt marsh, heaving a cutlass,
Bitten by flies, fought.
My house is a decayed house,
And the jew squats on the window sill, the owner,
Spawned in some estaminet of Antwerp,
Blistered in Brussels, patched and peeled in London.
The goat coughs at night in the field overhead;
Rocks, moss, stonecrop, iron, merds.
The woman keeps the kitchen, makes tea,
Sneezes at evening, poking the peevish gutter.
 
I an old man,
A dull head among windy spaces.
 
Signs are taken for wonders. “We would see a sign”:
The word within a word, unable to speak a word,
Swaddled with darkness. In the juvescence of the year
Came Christ the tiger
 
In depraved May, dogwood and chestnut, flowering judas,
To be eaten, to be divided, to be drunk
Among whispers; by Mr. Silvero
With caressing hands, at Limoges
Who walked all night in the next room;
By Hakagawa, bowing among the Titians;
By Madame de Tornquist, in the dark room
Shifting the candles; Fraulein von Kulp
Who turned in the hall, one hand on the door. Vacant shuttles
Weave the wind. I have no ghosts,
An old man in a draughty house
Under a windy knob.
 
After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now
History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors
And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions,
Guides us by vanities. Think now
She gives when our attention is distracted
And what she gives, gives with such supple confusions
That the giving famishes the craving. Gives too late
What’s not believed in, or if still believed,
In memory only, reconsidered passion. Gives too soon
Into weak hands, what’s thought can be dispensed with
Till the refusal propagates a fear. Think
Neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices
Are fathered by our heroism. Virtues
Are forced upon us by our impudent crimes.
These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree.
 
The tiger springs in the new year. Us he devours. Think at last
We have not reached conclusion, when I
Stiffen in a rented house. Think at last
I have not made this show purposelessly
And it is not by any concitation
Of the backward devils
I would meet you upon this honestly.
I that was near your heart was removed therefrom
To lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition.
I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it
Since what is kept must be adulterated?
I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch:
How should I use it for your closer contact?
 
These with a thousand small deliberations
Protract the profit of their chilled delirium,
Excite the membrane, when the sense has cooled,
With pungent sauces, multiply variety
In a wilderness of mirrors. What will the spider do,
Suspend its operations, will the weevil
Delay? De Bailhache, Fresca, Mrs. Cammel, whirled
Beyond the circuit of the shuddering Bear
In fractured atoms. Gull against the wind, in the windy straits
Of Belle Isle, or running on the Horn,
White feathers in the snow, the Gulf claims,
And an old man driven by the Trades
To a a sleepy corner.
 
Tenants of the house,
Thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season.
 

Apologize

I'm holding on your rope,
Got me ten feet off the ground.
And I'm hearing what you say,
But I just can't make a sound.
You tell me that you need me,
Then you go and cut me down.
But wait...
You tell me that you're sorry,
Didn't think I'd turn around.
And say...

That it's too late to apologize.
It's too late...
I said it's too late to apologize.
It's too late...
Too late, oh-ho-oh

I'd take another chance,
Take a fall, take a shot for you.
I need you like a heart needs a beat,
But it's nothing new, yeah.
I loved you with a fire red,
Now it's turning blue.
And you say...
Sorry, like an angel
Heaven let me think was you.
But I'm not afraid...

It's too late to apologize.
It's too late...
I said it's too late to apologize.
It's too late...

It's too late to apologize.
It's too late...
I said it's too late to apologize.
It's too late...

I said it's too late to apologize.
It's too late...
I said it's too late to apologize.
It's too late...

I'm holding on your rope,
Got me ten feet off the ground.