Paroles Sleeping In Traffic de Beardfish

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Waking up in panicA room not hot or coldAfraid to fall asleep againMy other side will unfoldI am on the edge of sanityFar out in a hazy, troubled dreamI've scored the morningA crimson red thoughtSomeone is strugglingWith the battles I've foughtSleeping in the trafficRed lights turn to greenBlinding painted white linesMoving in betweenI am on the edge of sanityFar out in a hazy, troubled dreamTime and time overIt's always the sameReckon you know me?Are you playing my game?Me is my own worst enemyIn a room of frantic foolsWaiting for a juicy bluesI present my guitar songScratching strings with tones too longThey see of with tired eyesHidden coughs, 'he's full of lies!'Cigarette smoke and black tar stainsDarkness feasts on my remainsPlease save meOut of darkness into lightStill there's no salvation in sightSeven wishes, what's the first?Seven wishes, quench your blood-thirstKilling has no consequenceIn a world that makes no senseBlow the brain that brought this upBlow the brain that thought this upPlease save meLady in the doorwayWith a face that's so kindCaressing smellsTwisting my mindMagical evening, andShe's got the glowAnd though she's got it allShe's giving it away...Her eyes begin to glowIn the semi dark roomI move close and close my eyesAnd welcome her lips to mineShe takes of her clothesLet's them slide down her hipsHer body is glowingAnd she's giving it awayIn the bed I lie awakeThere's one road for me to takeI must leave while there's still timeTo find out this truth of mineSleep... I'm only sleepingNotice that my eyes are openRun... What am i running from?The demons they can't catch me while I'm travellingDark... Dark, dark darknessFill me up and set me freeSea... I smell ocean airSleeping in the presence of seagullsIn the misty morning fog the dock lies clearSalty smell of coral reeves appears this time of yearFrom the depths of mother earth he comes againIt's captain Flurry and his henchmenIn spite of his old crooked back and generous ageThe beard, the pipe, his rusty sword, he's a cleptomanic sage manHe knows the difference to what we call right or wrongAnd the hench-men sing in their old song'Har har, we have sailed farFrom Norway to PeruWhatever captain Flurry saysYou must believe it is true'He says that 'well you know, snow covers the igloos'He tells me 'it's hot and dry in the Sahara desert'The kings and queens has got it in for usAnd I just missed the busI'm running away now, away from pirates and seagulls and the dock of the bayReaching sweet perfumed city streets,scented by gasoline and neon lights in sweet cooperationA guy wells: 'Hey!' but I can't stop, 'cause the rhythm has got me by the balls,so to say. I'm sneaking into the backstreets and some sleazy 70's disco club...The ceiling is a sky of bright, shining disco lightsThere's bee gees on the gramophone, they're singing 'ha ha ha haStaying alive', oh please, make me, take me through the nightBut the laughter from her is an ocean of sleep to my restless soulTension leaves by her embrace and her breasts are warm, not coldThey're not cold at allIn reflection of some slim shade gogglesI decide to ease my stoned headA punk stands in my freeway lineTaking up my precious timeHis hair is dyed in the colour bluePurple, green & yellow too'Hello Dolly' on his lipsAnd Dixieland groove in his lipsHe won't crack a smile for meWon't be calm, he can't be, seeMy arm is on the shoulder ofThe woman his dream's dependant onI have touched her deep inside'Have I?' says I, I'm just passing by!Say's he'll send me straight to hellTo teach me my lesson wellHis lady's staring at meShe's glace eyed lover - concrete stone facedSuper sonic ultra bitchShe's tasting cocktails - 'which is which, hi hi hi?'THE BITCH BREATHES FIREAND FIRE TAKES ME HIGHER THAN YOU (DO)Sleep... I'm only sleepingDream... I'm only dreamingDrink... I'm only drivingThe punk is raising living hellI decide to grow my shellRun from here while i still can'cause he has a gun in his hand oh no!Shooting bullets where they hitOr wherever they may fitMy stomach begins to ache a bitAnd I collapse while thinking: 'shit'THE GUN BREATHES FIREAND FIRE TAKES ME HIGHER THAN YOU (DO)Falling through the fireNo constant speed leftFalling faster and fasterDo I really exist?Am I on the verge of sanity?In this hell of false humanityThe sheets are filled with angstI once thought I'd escapedBut time after time, the pattern is the sameI get trapped in myselfAnd there's no way out of hereMy mind is the maze that only I can faceThat only I can faceThat only I can faceMe is my own worst enemy

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