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Throwing Muses Album



1988
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They took a picture
And from this cold lightning living me through
So I feel like an alarm clock
Fire came from my mouth Is pushing me around
And I'm not loving and I'm not hating
I'm not creating
I'm losing my friends and my young dreams
That was vicious air spilled in my face out of love
And out of love
Keep walking
If I did the same thing 500 times
Could you see it in the dark?
I trust the weather
I try to make the bodies give me strength
Do we see them in the yard?
Who cares in they're rolling in bed?
There's only darkness upstairs
Does love sit cold 'til you put in somewhere
Do objects split it at your heart?
I don't see that anymore
I'm colder and colder and colder

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Leave home Blood becomes a foreign substance
And see it as you let it dry
I forgive my nature or I'll be my saint
I can always feel you in heaven
Living in the past I think if I remember that I'll forget this
I know you well
Kill the sky The sun'll fry us; burn the rain We'll die
Stares from the back stairs
I tie your tie, set tables
I won't run your party, you can't run my life
But the waters run deep
Once there was two Mexican woman
Ran over the hills ripped off their skin and ate it up
Leave the town for the children (lay their skin across the fire)
Leave their rings to their daughters
And fly up
It's raining again Come home
It's raining in his hands
Oh catch it be brave grow
You make me cry Understand?
Be safe, no worry So
Look what you do You freeze my songs And please Come on
Catch me back I can go faster than fast
Catch me go get back a date Land a seal too fast
Catch me go get back a date Spin the wheel too fast
Help me go get back a date Live a day the past

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Lose your way and we can stay out all night
Lose your keys and we can't go home
In a little time In a little gin
We can touch hands again
Lose your head Lose your warhead
Wrote a song for a room I left long ago
It was my home It was my Hell
Now the girl the lives there
She's an exotic She's a drunk
Leaves her clothes off
When it rains Run to the river
She carry me She run me All the way down
To the floor Where it's warm
And dirty like a river
My whole Hell
Carry me No Run me
All the way down to the river
All I want is to be worthy of my
Hands, but she's got plans
Dirty like a river
(You can't) run me down
Lose it Lose your war

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I can't play
When he wakes up She said
He can't play
When he thinks I'm growing up
That song Juno they did in the street
So many places to go and not one for me
Said the she
If they were pretty It'd be okay to say
But that day only
When she wore dresses She felt born
That song Juno say the words if you have streets
No one for me Said the she
That song Juno they sung in the street
Her husband of nineteen years
Danced madly at her feet
Now I can be balancing

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Like an old man in a dress Treat me like a 12 year old man
No more hearts
Don't know what 20 is Don't know where the tree stands
Only follow these hands
At midnight I reach for the blind
Toward your head, but don't touch it
I'll wish I had but when I'm dead
At midnight I hit your song It sings again
Don't know what age is Don't know where the tree stands
I only follow these hands
I couldn't make you crazy if I tried
We've been swinging 'round the tree
For how long now?
Maybe she wants to be cared for
Stay home a month here A month there
Maybe take to the open roads
Maybe take to the open roads
Maybe take to the open roads
At the marriage tree

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So many tears I'm shaking out squeezing them out and bend it
The way things work together if I write this letter you can bend it
Please hope can I give hope the sky won't fall Just look
If I mail this letter you can send it back to me
If you can dance If you can live I love you
Knocked me on the head and sent me spinning
It was a blast I can't remember the last time
Stand between two poles and hold your arms up
I'll kick me over your head and stock down
Carry him Carry him Carry him And pray
If I mail this letter you can send it back to me
Just look I love you
It isn't fair Hope you can hold your head up
I can pray if you meet my gaze
I can laugh if you bring me home and dry me off
Count your cans and
Hold them up
And count them all
A piece of ground where I can lay my head
Where I can lay a piece of my heart
I don't remember I don't remember If I saw God there or not
Give me home Give me all Give me what I want
I want a place at the door
I surrender I surrender
My place My goods My day

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So we drive and we've driven 10,000 miles
In our hometown
Sink back into the driveway
Which is Zen The head in the stairs
Or the body in the chair?
A Saving Grace at odds with technology A Saving Grace
18 with a bottle of water Cold jeans and the face of Gibraltar
How many trunks of your goods?
How many goods do you give away?
I'm spellbound when I can't move I stand in front of you
I'm flipping back through the pages of your calandar and your books
And your childhood and your looks
I try to move in your direction against the grain of time
I'm hoping to recollect my thoughts and motions
I pray to science and history Like cancer doesn't grow
I worship and forget you Bye
Worship and forget you
A Saving Grace
And holding on to what we've made
As it drags us by the legs across the living room
Put the children to bed
For a good night For tomorrow

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Drive your car
Through the kitchen cupboard door
Through the winter Down to the floor
Drive your head
To the bathroom tile
Smile 'round the corner and your friends
They wanna play Do you wanna play games?
It's alright...square your head Your head is square
Go out with me Come out
1 2 3...1 2 3 I didn't care...
I wanted you to know I didn't care
I always loved your hair
I wanna fight the clouds with your head on a stick
Fight the bush with your water and your leaves
And you leave so...
Fight with me Run the grass Run the road
The road house Home with me In my head
In your heart Under your ribs In my mind
Sleep your box I sleep in your mind
I don't care...

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She's downtown Lies in the street
Been lying in the sheets
She's gone home Lies in the streets
Been lying in the bed Through her teeth
Stares at his sky Going bling Going blind
Step on corners Pick up puzzles
Eating all the grain
It was just a date in '80 now I can't remember the face
But I can still see the Still I see his of the and...
I'm a little bored and a little scared I come home
I look up to see all the noise I...
Can't remember now I can't remember how
She's seeing everyone Stares at her spreads that love around
And leaves
Can't even catch the face Don't think you can grab the face
So I left
She's downtown Lies in the sheets
Been lying in her sleep to his face
She's gone home Lies in the street
Been lying in the bed Through her teeth
Don't have to be so brave
Here he comes Here he comes

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Hold the man up to your hands Old hands
Make the man work again
Giant can Giant can get high again
Hold again or hurt
You will walk to the front and be blessed
Make my bones shiver again Trust it again
Make my bones work
Giant can I I Giant can get high again
I can't hold your head with both hands burned
You will walk to the front and be blessed again
One bed to sweat too scared to
So unsettling
One bed to sweat too scared too tired
One bed to sweat too scared to
So I'm settling in
One bed to sweat too scared to
Grieve
Giant can Giant can look down look down
Too small to look down to
Too small to look down look down
Just one time not to trip
Just once not to trip

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I can't forget a dream
You own a question, it's a body
You can make me cry
You have a right
I can see you live
I can't forget you die
You own a question, it's a garden
You can, you can can
Where'd you go? Where'd you
Boxing, writhing, twist and burrow
Walking in the dark

A hunter, runner
Walking, picking up the sticks
I had a dream, I had a dream
Rub the peers away, they dont invade me
I just turned 35

A round-bottomed beaker
I could glow, I could glow
And swell
I could wail, oh
Turn black
Turn back
Ride and forget

My ghost of seasons past asked this bedroom what to say
It said stay
I have to sleep tangled in my family's hair
Build a house of sticks
And grow the grass
And build a mask
Pull the grapes
Turn black
Turn back
I can't say it
Till you grow a face

Walking in the dark

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