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Hunkpapa (1990)
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I have two heads
Where's the man, he's late
One burns, one's sky
Where's the man, he's late
I'm two headed one free one sticky
But is it freedom can burn?
Is sticky ever blue?
For instance where's my husband?
This is what I need why I can't stay
God, this is the devil too bad he's late
I love the smell of beer
The smell of dar, the feel of dark, to feel the rug
To press the rug beneath me
A small party
but is it sinners can burn?
I hear we let them speak
For instance where's my husband
If you're my husband I tell you something
Dance on the devil's roof
Under a devil's moon
I don't care and you don't move

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Banging in fevered ports
Banging in the night
Ankle deep in mud
I can sleep in mud
I was a kind of hooker
My lover was free

I don't speak I ramble he was a gamble
I just want to own something (young dirty street)
I can sleep with anything and more

Stripped women stripped men
I fall instead of him
I'm useless in the light fo the distance
I could break you for all the right reasons
I could hate you but what have I got

Nobody feels your tongue
Nobody sees you run
Nobody sees you make
Nobody knows your face

Love lives your whim
I'm stripped instead of him
I'm harmless in the light of the distance
I could break you for all the right reasons
I could hate you but what have I got

Nobody sees me old
Nobody feels me cold
Nobody lives my whim
Nobody knows you're him

I roam this head I carm what's left
I hide myself from her love
Nothing make me older but the birthmark on your back
But making babis in the fields
And the birthmark on your shoulder
Making babies in the fields
Makes me older

Banging in fenceposts
Banging in the night
Ankle deep in mud I can sleep in mud
I was a kind of hooker but his lover was me

I don't sleep I ramble my kids was a gamble
I just want to own something (old dirty earth)
I can sleep with anything and more

'Cause the birthmark on your shoulder
Making babies in the field
Nothing makes me older; nothing makes me live my life but you
And that mark on your back making babies
In the field

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Along the Palo Duro canyon
Red River shows so may eyes
One eye squinting, shaded from the sun, shoot me
Black a oil, his hair shone
Lily white, his skin glistened
Restless as the reed between his lips blew

It's just that mean old Texas sun
It makes me dizzy, dizzy, dizzy in my head

What day is this? I, quiet, asked the sky
What time is it? he asked me, sitting up

Love that villan on the run
He's got me spinning 'round and falling on my head
What are you running from? I asked the white boy
From the guys who chase me there; come run
I need your dark skin
To sit beside me in my car, light up my cigar
I'll light you

It's just that mean old Texas sun
It makes me dizzy, dizzy, dizzy in my head
Love that villan on the run
He's got me spinning 'round and falling on my head
And dizzy, dizzy, dizzy in my head

He said you're ony Indian in Oklahoma
You could be melting in America
White on red, melt with my skin
These two hearts will beat along the walls of our hotel
I need your dark skin...

It's just that mean old Texas sun
It makes me dizzy, dizzy, dizzy in my head

The last I saw of Oklahoma
A gas station fading in the dusk
Goodbye my father, I thought, I'm carrying the light
The light of my Comanche
Make sure the dog remembers me,
I dream the sand beneath your feet
I hold the light

It's just that mean old Texas sun
It makes me dizzy, dizzy, dizzy in my head
Love that villan on the run
He's got me spinning 'round and falling on my head
And dizzy...in my head

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Pushing a ribcage
Makes it hard to breathe
And yet we hold our sweaty hands
Year after year
Some new year
Without music in our head
Newspaper tenement coming up dead

So my paracute is hanging around
I guess I bust it on the ground
Nothing helps me fall
Nothing helps me float
Today I want to walk away

Pushing a ribcage
Makes it hard to breathe
And yet we whisper in the dark
Year after year
Some new year
Without newness in our head
Newspaper tenement coming up dead

So my paracute is hanging around
I guess I bust it on the ground
Nothing helps me fall
Nothing helps me float
Today I want to walk away

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He lies he lies he lies he lies he lies
He lies he lies he lies he lies he lies
In your big red dragonhead
In your big red dragonhead
Don't go back to sleep
Stay up and watch the door with me
Watch me too much mascara
Runs when you sleep
He lies awake
Raising the creeps
Opens the door
I swallow creepy things
He lies in your big read dragonhead
Don't go back to sleep
Watch the door watch me
Too much mascara runs when you sleep
He lies awake
Raising the creeps
Opens the door
He lies awake
Raising the creeps
Opens the door
I swallow creepy things he lies
In your big red dragonhead
your big red dragonhead
your big black dragonhead
Go to bed
Don't go back to sleep

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Say goodbye
Kick her legs, kick her down
Say goodbye
Kick her legs, kick her down

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I picked up this lady in a store, she dropped her stuff
And tripped on it, so I picked her up
I said, everybody falls down
Once you meet the man you want
You'll know 'cause you see red
Like making honey 'til he stings you in the head
Fall down fall down
Kate collected postcards when she felt too alone
In case no friends of hers could get her on the phone
Fall down fall down
Her husband was in line behind her
Not everybody falls down
You're so old, I said, what happened?
If you eat your lipstick you consume here jealous rage
They get you in the mouth, those girls
Fall down fall down
Juan collected things in cans, he felt he wasn't safe
See, his girlfriend took some when she went away
Fall down fall down
Nothing ever happens here, I said,
I just wait.
I showed this guy my pictures
He said they didn't breathe
I said I painted them that way
Kind of hanging on his sleeve
Fall down fall down
I showed this girl my stitches
She said she had some too
She said she thinks she'll start a rock band too
Fall down fall down
I hope you fall so fast and hard that you get me

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I'm watching
I'm only watching trash
I want to eat it wear it be it

Don't make me
Don't make me sleep
The ache inside this time it cuts too deep
Catch the blood and cut the water
I'm alive
If you won't get your hands that dirty, what's inside?

Don't take me
Don't take my heat
The ache inside this time it makes me bleed

Catch the blood and cut the water
I'm alive
Fan your flame and can your heat I make it mine

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I'm looking to you I hope more
And junk in my heart will be
I wanna stretch my skin around you
Let you stretch yourself
But I stop your hands each time
I stop your hands each time each times three
And save you each time and save you
Angel falls to sa
ve your skin
She falls under
And she carries him with her
And save you
It was a good night if she got up
When she fell down
And she found herself in bed alone
Spastically romantic and we look for something weirder
Don't hate our bodies so bad
I'm looking to you I hope more
And junk in my pelvic bones will be
Each time each times three
And save you each time and save you
Angel falls to save your skin
She falls under
And she carries him with her
And save you

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What means hallucinate? what are we supposed to see?
What are they supposed to want? get a job! you scare me
I sing here I'm alone here I'm with you over here
Marshmallow brain I need an umbrella
If I'm gonna stand in the rain
My hands are cupped and full of blood
My eyes are spirals I am on my knees and praying
That is how I pray cause thatis how you pray
Rat rat rat rat rat rat
Tongue thickens I am with those who eat drugs
Who peek over the wall and get shocked
Shocking is therapy
Electrify your head!
Pianos in my hearing Vincent, me ear is falling off
Who left me alone? What do you mean you're alone?
Goddamn wolves
No one has that dream
Hallucinate I need an umbrella
If I'm gonna go insane
I think she wanna be crazy pick a brain!
I think I'm running away
Oh boy, God? I'm gonna scare that boy again?
Not again
Centerdale to Providence Middletown to Armageddon
A road is in my dream Centerdale is in my dream
Drums! carry me over the wall
You! left me alone what do you mean you're alone?
I peek over the wall and get sick
Sickness is therapy electrify your head!
Catalyst I need an umbrella
If I'm gonna slit my wrist
Pick your hands up
Put them on your head
Move it around and say
This is too much it doesn't fit
Your feet say nothing but move your hips
Move your hips, move your hips
Rat rat rat rat rat rat
Mania

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Your big face
Is such a shrine
It tastes like water
But I'm drunk

Your big face
Is such a crime
It tastes like water
But I'm drunk

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I think I could like you
If you let me drive your car
I think I might want you
If you let me drive real far
I won't steal your keys
I won't try to be mean
Plus it might break you

Break you that might save you
I pray to the god who made you

I wouldn't break it
Couldn't take what isn't mine, 'Cause I like you
And I know it isn't right
Just go about your business
And pretend that I'm your wife
Plus I could feed you

Feed you 'cause I need you
I pray to the gods I can please you

I hold a fistful of money
Drag me down I reel you in
If you don't think I'm pretty
I understand
Just don't think you won't die
By a woman's hand
Plus I might hurt you

Hurt you, desert you
I pray to the gods I can burn you

Take to the road
Take me with you
Take to the road
Take me with you

Bring me, this thing me
I pray to the gods you can change me

Take to the road
Take me with you
Take to the road
Take me with you

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Harvest your tears, in a sieve
I can spill things down your shoulders - hold them.
And I'm afraid you remind me of Santa Claus,
In a good way.

And you are like Santa Claus
I'll sit in a square

Oh in my head, oh my Santa Claus
(Run around, around, around, around in my boxes)
I see you at night, I shine
My arm in your chest
Now I'll sit in a square

Oh in my head, oh my Santa Claus
(Run around, around, around, around in my boxes)
Run around, around, around, around
In my boxes - I...

I know it's not your face
I love your neck
Now I sit in a square

Oh in my head, oh my Santa Claus
(Run around, around, around, around in my boxes)
Only eighteen-and-a-half, no two times
Nuh ho ho ho ho ho
Oh you. I love you, don't know
Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho!

I see you at night, I shine
My arm in your chest
Now I'll sit in a square

Oh in my head, oh my Santa Claus
(Run around, around, around, around in my boxes)
Run around, around, around, around
In my boxes - I...

I know it's not your face
I love your neck
I sit in a square

Oh in my head, oh my Santa Claus
(Run around, around, around, around in my boxes)
Only eighteen-and-a-half, no two times
Nuh ho ho ho ho ho
Oh you. I love you, don't know
Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho!

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