Lyrics:
Movement. Rhythmic movement.
What is the shortest distance between two points?
Creative distance. How do we move forward? Imagination?
Mysticism? Lies? We
got right up between her
Rum and her Ribena
Well, you ask Joyce and Vicki
If candy-floss is sticky
I'm not a blinking thicky
I'm Billericay
ghost
The parasite had found its host
Inside the cold and vacant soul
Of this one and only love
Between the devil and deep blue sea
The story
There is fiction in the space between
The lines on your page of memories
Write it down but it doesn't mean
You're not just telling stories
There
ive been down this road before
but tonight i cant stay between the lines
its whats under that skirt thats pushing us into the oncoming
& you were
There is fiction in the space between
The lines on your page of memories
Write it down but it doesn't mean
You're not just telling stories
There
Remembrance how it once was is settled in the sickening
This rope will be our noose (see it)
We're fed the ashes of an ideal rot (feel it)
When you reside in
There is fiction in the space between
The lines on your page of memories
Write it down but it doesn't mean
You're not just telling stories
There is
street say, man
You put your tongue between your
Teeth and then you -
You put your tongue between your
Teeth and then you -
For, mi say, when she come to,
was ink
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines
I escape when I finish the rhyme, ay, yo
I start to think and then I sink
Into the paper
to the rest of the squad
This the Grail Man coming with a message from God
Cause every day
Every hour
Every minute
Every second
You're deciding between
between us
We have all the signs we need
Do we decide not to read?
"My will: his will that fronts me
Seas between." (-James Joyce)
And those who
people feel me?
I'm so hungry, got my fucking stomach screaming, "Fill me"
I'm torn between Boston, Storrs, and Philly
And Imma make a killing even if it
A memory
Is woven from the shadows
Distilled from dying embers
A memory
Drawn thin between the moments
Expelled beyond our grasp
Remembrance
Is
painting rain out in the street
Imagines woman that he's destined still to meet
He's trying sidetrack, one to count on
Caught somewhere between a countess
There is fiction in the space between
The lines on your page of memories
Write it down but it doesnt mean
Youre not just telling stories
There is
between sissy-pissy rappers that's double-dutch
How come I hold the microphone double-clutch
C.O.'s make rounds, never have 'ox found
On shakedown,
between sissy-pissy rappers that's double-dutch
How come I hold the microphone double-clutch
C.O.'s make rounds, never have 'ox found
On shakedown,
mistakes again
Like some alternate ending
The streets are on fire
Riot ascending high
Remembrance is born today
It won't be impossible
And the seas
Stealing from their flock
Pop, pop, lost innocence
Pouring in remembrance
Praying for us sinners
No difference between the two
Fountain of youth for
bare to see.
Touch the radio and I'll leave you here.
Make sure to print your name.
Just a remembrance to the pain.
There's nothing in between
wanna know about her personality
Every time she parts her lips
I think I'll finally get to grips
With a piece of literature
Like Joyce or Keats or Bill
hanging out talking Tom Stoppard and Travesties
Lenin, James Joyce, Tristan Tzara and me
We're smudging the line between the workers' calls
And the petty
Present
And see differences between the past & present Future
Time keeper memorize the ...
Past
Operation dissect my gated's compressed mind
Brain
Discuss these Between Joyce and Remembrance Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In