Showing posts with label minus the bear. Show all posts
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Sunday, July 22, 2007
The Fix - Minus The Bear
a swimming pool with no bodies
is a problem that we can fix
he dropED his clothes on the chaise lounge
and asked "are you gonna come in?"
and in the night the only light was the glow of the surface
as they slid in the rest of them continued their talking and drinking
they'll never notice us
so this is the difference between living and not living
these are just bodies
we have a purpose
and the gravity
pulling us from them to we
the distance between our bodies is a problem that we can fix
they moved slow through the current
and found their bodies touching
HER hands move to pull him under for some kind of kiss
as he slides in the rest of them continue their talking and drinking
so this is the difference between living and not living
these are just bodies
we have a purpose
and the gravity
pulling us from them to we
Spritz!!! Spritz!!! - Minus the Bear
We gotta get out of this one man-
8, 9 hours more we drive.
Someone has to take the wheel now man-
it's my last mile to drive.
This is just like sailing-
the Caddie's hydroplaning.
We'll get time to relax,
we'll get time to plan,
on the Westside.
The weather's been fucking with us non-stop man-
this mountain road I can't navigate
With all the snow and the ice this is like a sport-
and I can't participate.
Lemurs Man, Lemurs - Minus the Bear
hands gorgeous
rollin' her cigarette
thumbs and forefingers
rollin' tobacco in the paper
she licks the paper slow twice
putting it all together
hands gorgeous
holding a vodka drink
smoking a cigarette
she's walking up to me
she licks the paper slow twice
putting it all together
maybe in her purse, a light
(she licks the paper slow twice)
to find a matchbook
(twice)
to light her smoke
look at those lips
roll one for me
let's drink all night
The Game Need Me - Minus The Bear
we don't have money
so we can't lose it
but you touchin me like piano keys
you can't buy that movement
what do we get from
this soft transaction
we know the money lies
and you can't put a price on this brand of action
we're all just selling time
you got a lot to lose
the paper's a ticking clock
you got a lot to lose
what does it cost for
this life of excess
would you ever miss your desk's caress
there is no mouth to
trace it's shape on you
you seem to let it fuck you anyway
we're all just selling time
you got a lot to lose
the paper's a ticking clock
you got a lot to lose
What you got to lose?
Absinthe Party At The Fly Honey Warehouse - Minus The Bear
Hey, let's cross the sea
and get some culture.
Red wine with every meal
and absinthe after dinner.
We'd look good side by side
walking back to the hotel
We've got to get something
to eat and to drink yeah,
and find a place to stay
that's not far off the main way-
we've got to plan our day:
Rodin AT the Orsay
and find a way to cram it all in
before we drink hard again
Let's get a bottle and drink alone tonight
Let's get a bottle and drink alone tonight
'This light looks good on you,'
morning came early.
Sitting on a park bench
that's older than my country
Two star hotel
near St. Germain.
Two star hotel
where the stars don't mean anything.
Pachuca Sunrise - Minus The Bear
Midnight on a beach in the Mediterranean
And I miss you
Even here, taking it all in
The sand, silvered, carries the moon on its shoulders
Is it possible to put this night to tune, and move it to you?
Don't cry, I'll bring this home to you,
If I can make this night light enough to move
Don't cry, i'll bring this home to you
Cargo ships move by, tracing on the horizon line
There's a luster from the city lights on the waves that kiss our feet
And we're thinkin' of goin' in (thinkin' of goin' in),
The time's getting thin
Don't cry I'll bring this home to you,
If I can make this night light enough to move
Don't cry I'll bring this home to you,
If I can make this, if I can make this...
Don't cry I'll bring this home to you,
If I can make this night light enough to move
Don't cry I'll bring this home to you
This is a city for not sleeping; The clocks are set by feel
At this moment, from where I sit, none of it seems real
Don't cry I'll bring this home to you,
If I can make this night light enough to move
Don't cry I'll bring this home to you,
If I can make this night light enough to move
If I can make this, if I can make this move
If I can make this move
(Instrumentals)
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