Incubus lyrics
Incubus lyrics
"Azwethinkweiz lyrics"
July Morning lyrics
There I was on a July morning looking for love. With the strength of a new day dawning and the beautiful sun. At the sound of the first bird singing I was leaving for home. With the storm and the night behind me and a road
Floatin' round my brain, There I was on a July morning looking for love. With the strength of a new day dawning and the beautiful sun. At the sound of the first bird singing I was leaving for home. With the storm and the night behind me and a road
tryin' to think about the other thing.
Than that thought you know I'm considering.
What if what I thought,
about who I think I though I was,
was nothing more than my cerebellum slobbering?
Azwethinkweizm is hard to think about,
but simple to trust.
You'll know your on it
when your brain won't stop to take a break, no!
So when donut boy comes askin' around,
tryin' to figure out somethin' new,
you just smile and say,
Ze was een zangeresje, lang geleden De tijd heeft met een mes In haar gezicht gesneden Zij zit in elke jury voor jong talent Ze is nu bijna vijftig Geen mens die haar nog kent Maar dat was vroeger wel anders, zegt ze Toen
some particles and farcing through some folds.
I've stumbled upon a brain fart
which melts away your molds!"
So I think upon that ponder
while I'm pondering the thought,
just thinkin' about the thinkweiz
is leaving me distraught!
Well I think I thought
I saw an Azwethinkweiz,
Lookin' like we think we do.
Like we think we do.
Some think I'm insane,
'cause I think about the other thing,
than that one t
Do The Dark lyrics
There you are, giving candy Making confidence with an easy eye Easy words, oh, what a dancer Dance you right into the corner in the fire Do the dark apostle Do the sidewalk hustle Do the invisible dance In the fire, fire, fir
ought you call reality. There you are, giving candy Making confidence with an easy eye Easy words, oh, what a dancer Dance you right into the corner in the fire Do the dark apostle Do the sidewalk hustle Do the invisible dance In the fire, fire, fir
What if what you thought,
about who you think you thought you were,
was nothing more than illusion rapidly crumbling!
Azwethinkweism should be a topic we all can trust.
It's just to bad it makes your
head go zippitykrack @#$% dang!
So when donut boy comes sniffing around
trying to figure out something new,
you just laugh and say, "Pardon you,
I'm through some particles and
farcing through some folds.
I've stumbled upon a
Heart Over Mind lyrics
Well he walked into the room with his love d'jour She was a pony-tail porcelain doll She was draped on his arm like a fine mink fur She was at his beck and call I couldn't hear a word he said But I've heard it all before A
brain fart Well he walked into the room with his love d'jour She was a pony-tail porcelain doll She was draped on his arm like a fine mink fur She was at his beck and call I couldn't hear a word he said But I've heard it all before A
which melts away your molds."
So I think upon that ponder
while I'm pondering the thought,
just thinking about the thinkweiz
is leaving me distraught.
Well I think I thought I saw an Azwethinkweiz,
lookin' like we think we do.
Like we think we do.
So what if you thought about the thinkweiz
was nothing like you think you are?
You'd probably more than likely be a
lookyloo lookin' like you think you do.
Like you think you do.