Here and Now - Letters to Cleo

 

Just living on a Sunday morning
Got my toast and tea and I'm warm and
I just thought I'd think about
All the things to get and keep getting
Never enough not enough and never ending
I just thought I'd think about

Just living on a Sunday morning
Got my toast and tea and I'm warm and
I just thought I'd think about
All the things to get and keep getting
Never enough not enough and never ending

I just thought I'd think about
And it might be...
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the

Here and now, here and now

Giving it to everybody but your mother
You've got much to think about
Soaring higher with every treason

Never justify, never reason
You've got much to think about
And it might be...
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky

But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the

Here and now, here and now
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky

But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now
And it might be...

giving it to everybody but your mother
You've got much to think about

Soaring higher with every treason
Never justify, never reason
You've got much to think about
And it might be...

The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now.
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now.
And it might be...
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now.
And it might, might...

Cold - Static-X

 

We kiss the stars

We writhe, we are

Your name, desire

Your flesh, we are

Cold, we're so cold

We are so

Cold, we're so cold

Cold, we're so cold

We are so

Cold, we're so cold

Your mouth, these words

Silence, it turns

Humming, we laugh

My head falls back

Cold, we're so cold

We are so

Cold, we're so cold

Cold, we're so cold

We are so

Cold, we're so cold

Cold, we're so cold

We are so

Cold, we're so cold

Cold, we're so cold

We are so

Cold, we're so cold

Birth Ritual - Soundgarden

Lying like needles on forest earth

Euphoric rush trees bend to pray for us

I'm sputtering like cold machines?

Late for the birth ritual

Ritual

Ritual

Ritual

You can drive my tail to watch the circus

A birth ritual, a birth of idiots

Now I woke up blessed and good strives for heartache

Marked for the death ritual

Ritual

Ritual

As you start the song and face this garden

I light a cigarette before the execution

Now you see your crime for every miracle

Add another drug at every birth ritual

I took the drug to make me stay

And now everything dies in shyness

The snake retreats admits defeat

And waits for the birth ritual

Ritual

Ritual

As you start the song and face this garden

I light a cigarette before the execution

Now you see your crime for every miracle

Add another drug at every birth ritual

Shining light

Child's highs

Mark his sides

Bright until the newness wears off

As you start the song and face this garden?

I light a cigarette before the execution

Now you see your crime for every miracle

Add another drug at every birth ritual

Ritual

Ritual

Ritual