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Crash Rickshaw (2001)
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Wanna give, not get
Life is more than I
Never let the left know what the right has done
Loving to be loved it never solved or built anything
Respond, react
Can't tell them apart 'till I'm knocked on my back
I want love that's patient
Want love that's kind
Never jealous
When I know that that ain't mine
Remaining cool when rules I've set are broken or taken away

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Took the head off the innocent again how 'bout that?
Brought the mood of the room to stand still how 'bout that?
I'd rather spit in their face than face it
I'm not the fool
They're impossible
Anger in my heart is murder and God knows that
Cuz he does, I will too
But anger weighs my body down
Feel it growing
Keep it all in and seperate myself
Bitterness and words of resentment never leave my mouth
Know it by my silence or hear it from someone else
I'd rather be dead if the Lord had a scoreboard
So why should I condemn and criticize?
I see the sun going down again how about that?
Cuz he does, I will too
But anger weighs my body down
I feel it growing, eat all your words
Reap what you sow 'Oh No!'
Since he does, I will too
But murder weighs this body down
I feel it growing silence that kills
In pride, I confide
Instead of release I keep it locked up inside
Question is asked, nothing I say
A lie, lie, lie, lie
Resolve it and reconcile
Forgive and reconcile

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What's true for you
Is not what's true for me
At least I think that's true
So don't disagree
It's all about how you feel
There's no right or wrong
At least I think that's right
So don't say I'm wrong or you'll be wrong
You'll be mistaken
According to myself
Don't treat me unfairly
Or you'll be mistaken
As much as I can tell

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Taken by a girl who makes me laugh
Typically, I have to be the clown
Her smile lights up the room as she serves her friends
And when the evening ends
It seems that's when the second hand kicks in
It's all good
Time alone
Driving, longing for a never-ending ride home
Where, Oh where have all the hours gone?
We could talk till dawn
About nothing...Everything
Returning home all that's in my head
Every word she said
Every future possibility
Watched you as you sat there
With your eyes closed
As you prayed with me
Power of a Godly woman
Knocks me to my knees
It knocks me to my knees

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Take off the old
Put on the new
Refill my mind memorize
Cut off the thought before it goes to action
Cut off the thought as soon as it starts
Take off this weight I don't have to wear
But I like it, Like it too much
Gotta cut off the thought before it goes to action
Cut off the thought as soon as it starts

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Think Contraband
Plastic objects are you breathing?
Fishing for men
With artificial lures
Supply and Demand
Fake women look for real men
But I think again, situation looks dim
Treat them all like objects
And that's what they've become
Oh, selfish eyes
Search and Compare
Why can't her body match that cover?
There's nothing there
To satisfy my urge
Her chest is bare
Things will work out if she works out
Looks lead the care
Will it matter 50 years?
So what is Beauty?
Who say's who's beautiful?
Media filled minds
So we treat them like objects
And that's what they become
Oh, selfish eyes
Compared with prettier pages
Imperfect demanding Perfect
Not to court, only for scoring
Imperfect demanding Perfect

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It takes infinite knowledge to know
That there is no god that holds you
Accountable it's impossible
Oh, limited minds
You say I'm narrow-minded with my point of view
Just look around at my life my friend
It's narrow too
And yet you doubt
You doubt
At mercy of Y2k
Single digit catastrophe upgrade
One type of blood is only God
No compromise
Keep an open mind with life I hear you say to me
I think the laws of nature and laws of physics would strongly disagree
One operation would heal or take a life
A math equation, one answer will solve
Our position in the solar system is a must
Air we breathe, Water we need
Formula must be precise
Or else we're dead...Then what?

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What if I'm dead
Would you befriend me?
Or would you beat me down with the laws you're not keeping?
What if you pray?
Instead of protest
Would a sinful heart be changed or would it fill with rejection?
Where are the lost?
They're on the run from Johnny Law
They may never never come back at all
Your attendence is best
You got a big old bible & a cross on your chest
But you force feed an infant adult food
And your angry that they can't even chew
Offered a rose, you severed my nose
Is it any wonder why my sense of smell is comatose?
Why should I take time from Christ,
cuz the vice on my mind has sinful characteristics and tone
Kiss all the logic goodbye

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See the world in ample sky
Accidental life were we designed?
Listen here, but don't think twice
Human pride will find a lie to shine
Won't go away
Question of pain
Keep it out you say
Point reference undefined
Don't know why you're wrong
Don't know why you're right
Listen here, but don't think twice
Absolutes would be nice to live by
Won't go away
Question of pain
Keep out you say
Meaning drawn from all your let-downs
Existence based on human grounds problems stem from the mirror
Come on in says the self defeating mind
Self defeating mind

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Reached the top
Found out that there's nothing there
So I ask myself
Where do I go from here?
No one knows my heart or where I need to be
I can't sit yet
Stay contentment, please don't leave my heart
Peace of mind don't go yet, I've traveled far
Over many mountains to find what's good
Because life is precious when it's understood
I hit the road
With Psychology and Intellect running
Under my blood
None of it matters when I'm dead
So what is true?
They all can't be
Then I found the truth
He was right before my eyes
Now I have contentment
It fills my heart
Peace of mind consumes me
It wasn't far
As I looked to Jesus
I found who's good
My life is precious now it's understood

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