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Oh Yes (It's a Mess)

The Wannadies

Bagsy Me

1997

I hope you're happy too 
And let's pretend it doesn't make me, 
Full of hatred, shall we 

Oh yes, it's a mess 
But we'll get by, we'll be fine

As minds will, slip away

Don't we all hear old apples
Bitten hard to taste the way
Sense a headed ill in its cloak
Cloudy, 'bout to strike our tree
It's

Dead Alone

In Flames

Soundtrack to Your Escape

of some things valuable
Even though it doesn't make sense anymore
I release my last year

The cold worms and me
We are all right
We are free
The dead

Sometimes I feel stressed out
I just wanna lay down
My head's rolling off
I can't make it stop and it's all my fault
I can't get you out of my mind

breathing
your the mayhem, my soul
You make reasons min d fly
Many reasons to go by
(Estribo)
pouring rain tonight
pouring rain
even a fool can tell

seventh sense 
Diamonds gettin clearer I might need a whole second set 
Gold by the pound load it up to my private jet 

I just get the money make a flip

on a plane flying above a cloud
filter of city lights
a cloud lit up by human life
the great enterprise
it doesn’t make any sense
it doesn’t make any

sense left you you've be at other seas hoping for a brighter day to come by 
But it says goodbye all to quickly to feel yesterday's sunlight 
Oh yesterday

Take me as I am, and I will take you as you are
By the hand, and hopefully we make it far
In our tenure at Senior Suites
Show me what you got,

nights
I wish with all my might
Ooh to have you, yeah
Now I'm here all alone
I'm waiting here by the phone
To have you

Ooh
It really makes me

the way I want don't need no gym
And if it ain't about no mun yun then that shit don't make no sense
It's the time where I come and I have to represent

I see the worry of one more try
With wrinkled stories of years gone by
And it's sometimes scary what's lost and found
But if you could see you you'd

Gas Drawls

MF Doom

Operation: Doomsday

1999

By the way, I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams in fifties
Be up on mad schemes that heat shop like Jiffy-Pop (Pop)
In a instant get smoked like

but they don't
Everybody is out there faking 
Wonder if they're gonna make it 

Scan it, Pay it, Own it , Show it, Share it, Post it, Like it, Throw it

senses!
(Say they did)
All of them
(Say they did)
Struggling to keep ground
All this crap makes me sad
Say it did they?
(Say they did)
Say it did they?
(Say

make sense oh, all this pain will be over
It’s gettin’ overwhelming, we standing firm like a Soldier. 
Everywhere don red, but we still thank Jehova

You opiate my dreams
Because nothing in you is as it seems

You cloud my mind
It makes it so damn hard to find

My sense of self is a sense of doubt

made so much sense when I was a kid 
The words that come out now are so strange and misconstrued and not understood by anyone 

I know it's not gonna get

toes, getting my dough and extending my digits, yeah yeah
I want 'bout 4 of them commas to break it in quarters and split it to blow on my momma
Not

to think of what to do
No time to share wisdom with each other
Our sense of cooperation fading away

Think of it we do need
Social solidarity
Fight for it we

Verse]

It's Psychedelic mind split
Shatter attacking leaves you hacking like a dry hit
Put water in your bong come on and get the sides wet
Oh,

the girls stay wetter than Michael Phelps
And she get right down to the business
She stimulate the five senses
And she like it when I grab her hair
But I

On their private jets
While we're left
Cleaning up the mess
Yet again,
Don't make sense
Never did
Scrolling through the threads
And unread messages
It's too

I Love to Hate You

Erasure

Dark Nights: Best of Technopop & Future

2005

like to read murder mystery
I like to know the killer isn't me
Love and hate what a beautiful combination
Sending shivers make me quiver
Feel it sliver