Red Hot Chili Peppers - Stadium Arcadium Lyrics
Dani California
Getting born in the state of Mississippi
Papa was a copper, and her mama was a hippy
In Alabama she would swing a hammer
Price you got to pay when you break the panorama
She never knew that there was anything more than poor
What in the world does your company take me for?
Black bandanna, sweet Louisiana
Robbing on a bank in the state of Indiana
She's a runner
Rebel, and a stunner
On her merry way saying baby, watcha gonna?
Looking down the barrel of a hot metal forty-five
Just another way to survive
California, rest in peace
Simultaneous release
California, show your teeth
She's my priestess
I'm your priest
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She's a lover, baby, and a fighter
Should've seen it coming when I got a little brighter
With a name like Dani California
Day was gonna come when I was gonna mourn ya
A little loaded, she was stealing another breath
I love my baby to death
California, rest in peace
Simultaneous release
California, show your teeth
She's my priestess
I'm your priest
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Who knew the other side of you?
Who knew that others died to prove?
Too true to say goodbye to you
Too true to say, say, say
Pushed the fader, gifted animator
One for the now, and eleven for the later
Never made it up to Minnesota
North Dakota man
Wasn't gunnin' for the quota
Down in the Badlands she was saving the best for last
It only hurts when I laugh
Gone too fast
California, rest in peace
Simultaneous release
California, show your teeth
She's my priestess
I'm your priest
Yeah, yeah, yeah
California, rest in peace
Simultaneous release
California, show your teeth
She's my priestess
I'm your priest
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith, John Frusciante, Michael Balzary
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
Snow (Hey Oh)
Come to decide that the things that I tried
Were in my life just to get high on
When I sit alone
Come get a little known
But I need more than myself this time
Step from the road to the sea to the sky
And I do believe that we rely on
When I lay it on
Come get to play it on
All my life to sacrifice
Hey oh
Listen what I say, oh
I got your hey oh
Now listen what I say, oh
When will I know that I really can't go
To the well once more time to decide on?
When it's killing me
When will I really see
All that I need to look inside
Come to believe that I better not leave
Before I get my chance to ride
When it's killing me
What do I really need
All that I need to look inside
Hey oh
Listen what I say, oh
Come back and hey oh
Look here what I say oh
The more I see, the less I know
The more I like to let it go
Hey oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it's so white as snow
Privately divided by a world so undecided
And there's nowhere to go
In between the cover of another perfect wonder
And it's so white as snow
Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed
And there's nowhere to go
When to descend to amend for a friend
All the channels that have broken down
Now you bring it up
I'm gonna ring it up
Just to hear you sing it out
Step from the road to the sea to the sky
And I do believe what we rely on
When I lay it on
Come get to play it on
All my life to sacrifice
Hey oh
Listen what I say, oh
I got your hey oh
Listen what I say, oh
The more I see, the less I know
The more I like to let it go
Hey oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it's so white as snow
Privately divided by a world so undecided
And there's nowhere to go
In between the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it's so white as snow
Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed
And there's nowhere to go
I said hey, hey, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, tell my love now
Hey, hey, yeah, oh yeah, tell my love now
Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it's so white as snow
Privately divided by a world so undecided
And there's nowhere to go
Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it's so white as snow
Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed
And there's nowhere to go
I said hey oh yeah, oh yeah
Tell my love now
Hey, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Writer: Michael Peter Balzary, John Anthony Frusciante, Anthony Kiedis, Chad Gaylord Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
Charlie
Uh
All aboard, stitch in time
Get yours, got mine
In a minute, I'll be there
Sit tight, get square (tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic)
You can do it at the hippodrome (one, one, one, one, one, one more)
Slide back, trombone (wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait)
Anybody got a TV at home? (one, one, one, one, one, one more)
That's right, unknown
When I pick up on that smell, pick it up and run like hell
Little woman, save me some, better get up on your run
(Huh)
So much more than
Charlie's wakin' me
To my core and
And Charlie's shakin' me
And tell my story
And Charlie's makin' me
And Charlie's makin' me smile
Oh, whoa, now
(Tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic)
(One, one, one, one, one, one more)
(Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait)
(One, one, one, one, one, one more)
Everybody do the twist
Get the message on Flea's fists
Move around like a scientist
Lay down, get kissed (tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic)
Big picture and it never lies (one, one, one, one, one, one more)
Big daddy will advice (wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait)
EverReady in disguise (one, one, one, one, one, one more)
Sunset, sunrise
When I pick up on that smell, pick it up and run like hell
Little woman, save me some, better get up on your run
Huh
So much more than
Charlie's wakin' me
To my core and
And Charlie's shakin' me
And tell my story
And Charlie's makin' me
And Charlie's makin' me smile
Whoa-whoa, now
My heart, your skin
This love, I'm in
We don't arrive without a surprise
You're right, I'm wrong
Be free, belong
Intimate sight has come into light
When I pick up on that smell, pick it up and run like hell
Little woman, save me some, better get up on your run
All I ever wanted to was pick it up and run with you
Slip into a summer spell, double up and run like hell
Huh
So much more than
Charlie's wakin' me
To my core and
And Charlie's shakin' me
And tell my story
And Charlie's makin' me
And Charlie's makin' me smile
No, whoa, now
My heart, your skin
This love, I'm in
We don't arrive without a surprise
You're right, I'm wrong
Be free, belong
Intimate sight has come into light
My heart, your skin
This love, I'm in
We don't arrive without a surprise
You're right, I'm wrong
Be free, belong
Intimate sight has come into light
Writer: Michael Balzary, John Anthony Frusciante, Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., MoeBeToBlame
Stadium Arcadium
Bells around St. Petersburg
When I saw you
I hope I get what you deserve
And this is where I find
Smoke surrounds your perfect face
And I'm falling
Pushin a broom out into space
And this is where I find a way
The stadium arcadium
A mirror to the moon
I'm forming I'm warming
State of the art
Until the clouds come crashing
Stranger things have happened
Both before and after noon
I'm forming I'm warming
Pushing myself
And no I don't mind asking
Now
Alone inside my forest room
And it's storming
I never thought I'd be in bloom
But this is where I start
Derelict days and the stereo plays
For the all night crowd
That it cannot phase
And I'm calling
Tedious weeds that the media breeds
But the animal gets what the animal needs
And I'm sorry
And this is where I find
Rays of dust that wrap around
Your citizen
Kind enough to disavow
And this is where I stand
Writer: Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith, Michael 'Flea' Balzary, John Frusciante
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
Hump De Bump
40 detectives this week
40 detectives strong
Takin' a stroll down Love Street
Strollin' is that so wrong
Can I get my co-defendant
Hump de bump doop bodu
Bump de hump doop bop
Hump de bump doop bodu
Bump de hump doop bodu
Hump de bump doop bop
Bump de hump doop bodu
Bump bump
Listen to me what I said
Try to get it through your head
A little bit of circumstance
A chance to make out
Livin' in a citadel
It's hard enough to be yourself
Waiting for the bell to toll
And I am wide awake now
Workin' the beat as we speak
Working the belle du monde
Believe in the havoc we wreak
Believin', is that so wrong
Can I get my co-dependent
Must have been a hundred miles
Any of a hundred styles
It's not about the smile you wear
But the way we make out
When I was an all aloner
Nothin' but a two-beach comber
Anybody seen the sky?
I'm wide awake now
Writer: MICHAEL BALZARY, JOHN ANTHONY FRUSCIANTE, ANTHONY KIEDIS, CHAD SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
Shes Only 18
She's only 18
Don't like the Rolling Stones
She took a short cut
To being fully grown
She's got that mood ring
A little sister rose
The smell of Springsteen
A pair of pantyhose
This talking picture show
Is leaking from a silhouette
She said my man you know
It's time to get your fingers wet
Your hustle's busted when
You can't afford a cigarette
The last I heard from you
You were screaming "handle it"
Knock the world right off it's feet
And straight onto its head
The book of love will
Long be laughing after you are dead
Fascinated by the look of you
And what was said
Make a play for all the
Brightest minds and light will shed
I heard some P-Funk
Out on the road again
To get your head shrunk
Is what I recommend
It's in your bloodline
A perfect Frankenstein
Out on that lone pine
I'm gunna make you mine
It's understood you wrap
Your voodoo right around my neck
You've got some glitter on your
Kitty at the discotheque
I put my lovin' in your oven
Not a head to check
The last I heard from you
You were screaming "resurrect"
Knock the world right off it's feet
And straight onto its head
The book of love will
Long be laughing after you are dead
Fascinated by the look of you
And what was said
Make a play for all the
Brightest minds and light will shed
Knock the world right off it's feet
And straight onto its head
The book of love will
Long be laughing after you are dead
Fascinated by the look of you
And what was said
Make a play for all the
Brightest minds and light will shed
Writer: Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith, Michael Balzary, John Frusciante
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
Slow Cheetah
One, two, three, four
Waking up dead, inside of my head
Would never, never do
There is no med-, no medicine to take
I've had a chance to be insane, asylum from the falling rain
I've had a chance to break
It's so bad, it's got to be good
Mysterious girl misunderstood, dressed like a wedding cake
Any other day and I might play a funeral march for Bonnie Brae
Why try and run away?
Slow cheetah, come before my forest
Looks like it's on today
Slow cheetah, come, it's so euphoric
No matter what they say
I knew a girl
She worked in a store, she knew not what her life was for
She barely knew her name
They tried to tell her she would never be as happy as a girl in a magazine
She bought it with her pay
Slow cheetah, come before my forest
Looks like it's on today
Slow cheetah, come, it's so euphoric
No matter what they say
Everyone has so much to say
They talk, talk, talk their lives away
Don't even hesitate
Walking on down to the burial ground
It's a very old dance with a merry old sound
Looks like it's on today
Slow cheetah, come before my forest
Looks like it's on today
Slow cheetah, come, it's so euphoric
No matter what they say
Slow cheetah, come before my forest
Looks like it's on today
Slow cheetah, come, it's so euphoric
No matter what they say
Writer: Michael Balzary, John Anthony Frusciante, Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
Torture Me
Because I'm happy to be sad
I want it all I want it bad
Oh-oh-it's what I know
A vintage year for pop I hear
The middle of the end is near
Torture me and torture me
It's forcin' me so torture me
Torture me with sorcery
It's forcin' me so torture me
All the leaves are turning brown
The wind is pushing me around
Let's go-it's what I know
The will of God is standing still
Brazilian children get their fill
Let's go...
Let's turn it up and dumb it down
The vision of your ultra sound
Is so...
A vintage year for pop I hear
The middle of the end is near
It's so...
Writer: MICHAEL BALZARY, JOHN ANTHONY FRUSCIANTE, ANTHONY KIEDIS, CHAD SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
Strip My Mind
Arthur J did indicated
The boulevard would never be
So full of love and life again
Hot as hades early eightes
Sign another song and make me
Feel like I'm in love again
Please don't strip my mind
Leave something behind
Please don't strip my mind
All in favor sign the waiver
Bloody carolina won't you
Take another look inside
Operator, co-creator
Come on radiotor won't you
Blow another top and sing
El dorado won the lotto
All that cash and not a clue
But now you know what I've been through
Writer: MICHAEL BALZARY, JOHN ANTHONY FRUSCIANTE, ANTHONY KIEDIS, CHAD SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
Especially In Michigan
Life is my friend
Rake it up to take it in
Wrap me in your cinnamon
Especially in Michigan
...well I could be your friend
White clouds I'm in
A mitten full of fisherman
C'mon huckleberry finn
Show me how to make her grin
...well I'm in Michigan
Cry me a future
Where the revelations run amok
Ladies and gentlemen
Lions and tigers come running
Just to steal your luck
A rainy Lithuanian
Who's dancing as an Indian
Painted in my tiger skin
(Especially in Michigan)
Double chins and bowling pins
Unholy presbyterians
Land is full of medicine
I find it when I'm slipping in
...into Michigan
The tainted new librarian
Who fainted when she tucked you in
Let's float away like zeppelins
(on stoic gusts of northern wind)
Out on the farm we'll be
Swimming with the mother duck
Deep in the mitten where
Lions and tigers come running
Just to steal your luck
Life is my friend
Underwater violins
Order now from ho chi min
A porcelain that comes in twins
...when I'm in Michigan
Throw me in the looney bin
Cause I can take it on the chin
The cleavage of your pillow skin
(Is moving like a violin)
Writer: Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith, John Frusciante, Michael 'Flea' Balzary
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
Warlocks
Warlocks in wonderland
I've got a megatropolis in my hand
And a... subterranean marching band
Makin' noise for the boys in the Vatican
And a
A little package and off we go
Oh... ticky ticky tackita tic tac toe
I know... everybody's Eskimo
We've got another thing coming
And that's our show... well
[Chorus:]
Every night I go looking for you
Everyone in the world adores you
A little pocket of something kind
To find your reason
Coming up and it everyday for
Look at me and it's what I stay for
A little locket of fantasy
That we believe in
Lilacs and contraband
I've got Santa Monica in my hand
A little... Beatle mania when I can
And I've got two big bags of old Japan
Ring side and blow by blow
Another... main event at the old rainbow
We're comin'... Right on top of the tupelo
When she looks just like Brigitte Bardot
[Chorus]
Make a deal with Uncle Weezer
Sign your name to claim
China Chow will try to please her
Sweetness came from Jane
Warlocks in wonderland
I've gotta... Rockapotomus in my hand
With a... Happy ending that's made of sand
With a little bit of lovin' is all I can
[Chorus 2x]
Writer: MICHAEL BALZARY, JOHN ANTHONY FRUSCIANTE, ANTHONY KIEDIS, CHAD SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
Cmon Girl
Everything inside of me
Is burning up for you to see
And if we should get into it
A two way kind of syndicate, ho
Compare us to a ferris wheel
Just be sure of what you want to steal
Some people do it by the book
But I prefer to go by feel, tell me
I wanted to get outta here
But every time I reappear
And know I have the words my dear
To whisper right into your ear, hey, yeah
C'mon girl
Let's get it right
Let's get it right
Let's get it right
The spirit of a dragon's tear
Is lovely at this time of year
The cave within your mountainside
Is deeper than it will be wide hold me
My disenchanted diplomat
Asleep inside the laundromat
Conveyer belts are moving and
I want you you to be sure of that, tell me
And if you let it germinate
I know it will be worth the wait
Disputed by the news that it was you
Who tried to instigate, hey
Blessed are the hypocrites
Outwitted but she never quits
The trouble with a band of slits
Is washing offf all the muddy bits, hey... yeah
Oh yeah she's with me and I'm your man
If I can't find you no one can
Writer: MICHAEL BALZARY, JOHN ANTHONY FRUSCIANTE, ANTHONY KIEDIS, CHAD SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
Wet Sand
My shadow side so amplified
Keeps coming back dissatisfied
Elementary son but it's so
My love affair with everywhere
Was innocent why do you care
Someone start the car
Time to go
you're the best I know
My sunny side has up and died
I'm betting that when we collide
The universe will shift into a low
The travesties that we have seen
Are treating me like Benzedrine
Automatic laughter from a pro
My what a good day for a walk outside
I'd like to get to know you a little better baby
God knows that I'll really tried
My what a good day for a take out bride
I'd like to say we did it for the better of
I saw you there so unaware
Those hummingbirds all in your hair
Elementary son but it's so
The disrepair of Norma Jean
Could not compare to your routine
Balarama beauty going toe to toe
My what a good day just to let it slide
I'd like to say we did it for the better of
I thought about it and I brought it out
I'm motivated by the lack of doubt
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
The mother, the father, the daughter
Right on the verge just one more dose
I'm traveling from coast to coast
My theory isn't perfect but it's close
I'm almost there why should I care
My heart is hurting when I share
Someone open up and let it show
My what a good day for a walk outside
I'd like to think we did it for the better of
You don't form in the wet sand
You don't form at all
You don't form in the wet sand
I do Yeah
You don't form in the wet sand
You don't form at all
You don't form in the wet sand
I do
Writer: Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith, Michael Balzary, John Frusciante
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
Hey
Won't somebody come along
And teach me how to keep it alive?
To survive.
Come along and show me something
That I never knew in your eyes.
Take away the tournicate.
I used to be so full of my confidence,
I used to know just what I wanted and just where to go.
More than ever I could use a coincidence,
But now I walk alone and talk about it when I know.
Hey, oh yeah, how long?
I guess I ought to walk away,
Hey, oh yeah, so long...
What you gonna do today?
I don't wanna have to, but I will,
If that's what I'm supposed to do.
We don't wanna set up for the kill,
But that's what I'm about to do.
Let it on, I'll cut you off when you're screaming into the phone.
Hard to own.
Anyway, I wanna let you know that everything is on hold.
What you gonna do to me?
You used to be so warm and affectionate.
All the little things I used to hear my fairy say,
But now you're quick to get into your regret.
I'll take the fall and now you got to give it all away.
Hey, oh yeah, how long?
I guess I ought to walk away,
Hey, oh yeah, so long...
What you gonna do today?
I don't wanna have to, but I will,
If that's what I'm supposed to do.
We don't wanna set up for the kill,
But that's what I'm about to do.
Hey, what would you say if I stayed?
Stayed for a while, if I may.
Say it again and I'll come around,
But not for the last time...
Hey, what would you say if I changed?
I'll change everything but my name.
Play it again and I'll come around,
But not for the last time.
You used to be so warm and affectionate;
I used to know just what I wanted and just where to go.
And now you're quick to get into your regret;
And now I walk alone and talk about it when I know...
Hey, oh yeah, how long?
I guess you gotta walk away;
Hey, oh yeah, so long...
What you gonna do today?
Hey, oh yeah, how long?
I guess you gotta get away;
Hey, oh yeah, so long...
What you gonna do today?
Writer: MICHAEL BALZARY, JOHN ANTHONY FRUSCIANTE, ANTHONY KIEDIS, CHAD SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
Desecration Smile
All alone not by myself
Another girl bad for my health
I've seen it all through someone else
And I (love a girl bad for my health)
Celebrated but undisturbed
And serenaded by the terror bird
It's seldom seen and its never heard
I'm (serenaded by the terror bird)
Never in the wrong time or wrong place
Desecration is the smile on my face
The love I made is the shape of my space
My face, my face
Disintegrated by the rising sun
A rolling black out of oblivion
And I'd like to think that I'm your number one
(I'm rolling black out of oblivion)
I wanna leave but I just get stuck
A broken record runnin' low on luck
There's heavy metal coming from your truck
And I'm (a broken record running low on luck)
Never in the wrong time or wrong place
Desecration is the smile on my face
The love I made is the shape of my space
My face, my face
We could all go down to Malibu and make some noise
Coca Cola doesn't do the justice she enjoys
We could all come up with something new to be destroyed
We could all go down
I love the feeling when it falls apart
I'm slow to finish but I'm quick to start and
Beneath the heather lies the meadowlark
And I'm (slow to finish but I'm quick to start)
Never in the wrong time or wrong place
Desecration is the smile on my face
The love I made is the shape of my space
My face, my face
Never in the wrong time or wrong place
Desecration is the smile on my face
The love I made is the shape of my space
My face, my face
Yeah...
Writer: MICHAEL BALZARY, JOHN ANTHONY FRUSCIANTE, ANTHONY KIEDIS, CHAD SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
Tell Me Baby
They come from every state to find
Some dreams were meant to be declined
Tell the man what did you have in mind
What have you come to do?
No turning water into wine
No learning while you're in the line
I'll take you to the broken sign
You see these lights are blue
Come and get it
Lost it at the city limit
Say goodbye
'Cause they will find a way to trim it
Everybody
Lookin' for a silly gimmick
Gotta get away
Can't take it for another minute
This town is made of many things
Just look at what the current brings
So high, it's only promising
This place was made on you
Tell me, baby, what's your story
Where you come from
And where you wanna go this time?
Tell me, lover, are you lonely?
The thing we need is
Never all that hard to find
Tell me, baby, what's your story
Where do you come from
And where you wanna go this time?
You're so lovely, are you lonely?
Giving up on the innocence you left behind
Some claim to have the fortitude
Too shrewd to blow the interlude
Sustaining pain to set a mood
Step out to be renewed
I'll move you like a baritone
Jungle brothers on the microphone
Getting over with an undertone
It's time to turn to stone
Chitty chitty, baby
When your nose is in the nitty gritty
Life could be a little sweet
But life could be a little shitty
What a pity
Boston and a Kansas city
Looking for a hundred
But you only ever found a fitty
Three fingers in the honeycomb
You ring just like a xylophone
Devoted to the chromosome
The day that you left home
Tell me, baby, what's your story
Where you come from
And where you wanna go this time?
Tell me, lover, are you lonely?
The thing we need is
Never all that hard to find
Tell me, baby, what's your story
Where you come from
And where you wanna go this time?
You're so lovely, are you lonely?
Giving up on the innocence you left behind
Tell me, baby, what's your story
Where you come from
And where you wanna go this time?
Tell me, lover, are you lonely?
The thing we need is
Never all that hard to find
Tell me, baby, what's your story
Where you come from
And where you wanna go this time?
You're so lovely, are you lonely?
Giving up on the innocence you left behind
Writer: Michael Balzary, John Anthony Frusciante, Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
Hard To Concentrate
Hustle, bustle and so much muscle, aww
Cells about to separate
And I find it hard to concentrate and
Temporary this cash and carry
I'm stepping up to indicate
The time has come to deviate and
All I want is for you to be happy and
Take this moment to make you my family and
Finally you have found something perfect and
Finally you have found
Death defying this mess I'm buying
It's raining down with love and hate
And I find it hard to motivate and
Estuary is blessed but scary your
Heart's about to palpitate
And I'm not about to hesitate and
One to treasure the rest of your days here and
Give you pleasure in so many ways dear and
Finally you have found something perfect and
Finally you have found
Here we go
Do you want me to show up for duty and
Serve this woman and honor her beauty and
Finally you have found something perfect and
Finally you have found
Yourself
With me, will you, agree, to take
This man, into your world
And now, we are as one
My lone ranger the heat exchanger
Is living in this figure eight
And I'll do my best to recreate and
Sweet precision and soft collision, aww
Hearts about to palpitate
And I find it hard to separate and
All I want is for you to be happy and
Take this woman and make you my family and
Finally you have found someone perfect and
Finally you have found
All I want is for you to be happy and
Take this woman and make you my family and
Finally you have found someone perfect and
Finally you have found
Yourself
Writer: Michael Balzary, John Anthony Frusciante, Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
21st Century
All the creatures, on the beaches
Makin' waves in the motion picture
Won't you keep this, in between us
Search and seizure, wake up venus
The dollar bill will
Return the ill pill
Mom and Dad take your 'dont be sad' pill
Turn the screw and twist my language
Don't forsake me im contagious!
Theres a reason for the twenty-first century...
Not too sure but I know that its meant to be
And that it's meant to be
It's my favorite combination
Comin' down with the favored nations
Deep rotation, mutilation
Learn to give and take dictation
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Like the Cain and Able
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Time to run this table
There's a reason for the 21st Century
Not too sure but I know that's it's meant to be
And that it's meant to be
Read me your scripture and
Read me your scripture
Read me your scripture and
I will twist it
Show me your wrist and I
Show me your wrist and
Show me your wrist and I'll
Kiss it kiss it
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Like the Cain and Able
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
It's time to run this table
Simple Soldier, hand it over
Stop and read what you just told her
Strangulation , altercation
Of all the sex and good vibrations
There's a reason for the 21st Century
Not to sure but I know that's it's meant to be
And that it's meant to be yeah
There's a reason for the 21st Century
Not to sure but I know that's it's meant to be
And that it's meant to be
Writer: MICHAEL BALZARY, JOHN ANTHONY FRUSCIANTE, ANTHONY KIEDIS, CHAD SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
She Looks To Me
Looks to me like heaven sinned
No lullaby kid, no five percent
Anyway you wanna cut that cake
She's a-dyin' from the likes of abandonment
Lost in a valley without my horses
She needs somebody to hold
It looked to me like heaven sent this for
Your roughest night
She looks to me
She looks to me, alright
Who's gonna take you home
And hold you when things aren't so bright
She looks to me
She looks to me, alright
It's a long walk down those tracks
It's a dirty walk in
It's a dirty walk back
Gonna learn a way too much
Shootin' dope in the back of a Cadillac, Jack
Slow down the road to my back forty
She needs somebody to hold
It looked to me like heaven sent this for
Your roughest night
She looks to me
She looks to me, alright
Who's gonna take you home
And hold you when things aren't so bright
She looks to me
She looks to me, alright
Down in the south sea
Give me your mouthpiece
Resuscitation is the way I found these
I give you major
You give me minor
Don't fade away
Like an ocean liner, now
Lost in the valley without my horses
No one can tell me what my remorse is
God made this lady that stands before me
She needs somebody to hold
She shows the world up with a smile
And then she throws the fight
She looks to me
She looks to me, alright
Down on the bathroom floor
She's searching for another light
She looks to me
She looks to me, alright
It looks to me like heaven sent this for
Your roughest night
She looks to me
She looks to me, alright
Who's gonna take you home
And hold you when things aren't so bright
She looks to me
She looks to me
Writer: Michael Balzary, John Anthony Frusciante, Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
Readymade
Readymade, Readymade
Steady as the rhythm rolls
Readymade, Readymade
And this is how the story goes
I got a cousin making beats deep down in Arizona
Gonna rock it to her mound in the city of the moaner
Readymade, Readymade
Steady as the rhythm rolls
Readymade, Readymade
And this is how the story goes
And if I give to you my sacred sigh, you got it
And if I stay the course I'll stay the night, come get in
Readymade, Readymade
Getting out to celebrate
Readymade, Readymade
And now it's time to educate
I got a sister makin' babies with a black and decker blowtorch
We gonna frop it all night in the middle of a black hole
Readymade, Readymade
Let 'em out to celebrate
Readymade, Readymade
And now it's time to educate
And I give to you my sacred sigh, you got it
And if I stay the course I'll stay the night, come get in
Readymade, Readymade
Rock it for the circus slave
Readymade, Readymade
Tell them now the love to save
I got a brother makin' trouble in the state of California
Gonna let it all night in the city of Sedona
Readymade, Readymade
Rock it for the circus slave
Readymade, Readymade
Listen but don't be afraid
And if I give to you my sacred sigh, you got it
And if I stay the course I'll stay the night, come get in
Writer: Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith, Michael 'Flea' Balzary, John Frusciante
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
If
And if I had a clue I'd know exactly
What to do
If I were the wiser of the two
And if I saw it all so clear
I'd write it down and bend your ear
If I were the clearer of the two
We could take a walk into the
Canyons of 5th avenue
Sing and dance... just to name a few
All I do
All I do
And if I heard the angels sing I'd
Sing it back to you and bring the
Sound of heaven ringing just for you
And if I saw the sun fall down
I'd pick it up and make a crown
One that was a perfect fit for you
We could take a walk
Into the apple orchard by the school
We could make a little residue
We could find a place to stay
A secret little hide away
Spend a little time inside of you
All I do
All I do
All eyes
All eyes
All eyes on you
All I do
All I do
All I do
All I do
Writer: ANTHONY KIEDIS, CHAD SMITH, JOHN ANTHONY FRUSCIANTE, MICHAEL BALZARY
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
Make You Feel Better
She's the one she's the only one
She's got ripped back light
Gonna make me come
I say... when I smile I'm a really smile
I got dreams so wide like a country mile
I said now, I'll take it
It's better for you
Somehow we'll make it
'cause that's what we do
Pick a star in the open sky
I see you see me
And that is why I
Hop along to the cowboy beat
When I feel your fire
Jump up to meet
Something out there
Where love is your only friend and
We are the ones
That will make you feel better and
Someone to spare
When love is the only end and
We are the ones
That will make you feel better
Oh yeah
In a world that has run amok
I've got to set my sights
Just to get struck
I walk away from the rank and file
With a punched out mouth
And a pack of style
I say... she's the one she's the only one
Make me search myself
Until I'm done... and
Tell me now in a telegram
Do the sea of stars
Make a diagram... and
So alive I arrive on dust
You can search my mind
For the red on rust... I said
Take me there and she really cares
Lights up for me gonna hear my prayers
I said
Writer: MICHAEL BALZARY, JOHN ANTHONY FRUSCIANTE, ANTHONY KIEDIS, CHAD SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
Animal Bar
Never twenty-one when everyone's a sailor
Coming up strong at the animal bar
Ever loving mug of Mr. Norman Mailer
Turn another page at the animal bar
And it won't be long
No, it won't be long
No, it won't be long
Because it can't be long
I-I-I, the cry of isolation
I-I-I, the high of meditation
I-I-I, for sweet precipitation
I-I-I, the high of deprivation
And it won't be long
No, it won't be long
No, it won't be long
Because it can't be long
Rain on my frustration
Stake my claim, now break this
Wash me down, my station
Makes more rain forsaken
In between the sky and every piece of the earth
(One, two, three, let's make this)
Runnin' through the mud, I gotta feeling of worth
(One, two, three, forsake this)
All aboard the ship
'Cause you're gonna need an ark
When the wet comes down
You'll be swimming like a shark
Mopping up the pain and I'm a little older
Right as rain at the animal bar
And it won't be long
No, it won't be long
No, it won't be long
Because it can't be long
I-I-I, the cry of isolation
I-I-I, the high of meditation
I-I-I, for mild precipitation
I-I-I, the high of deprivation
And it won't be long
No, it won't be long
No, it won't be long
Because it can't be long
Rain on my frustration
Stake my claim, now break this
Wash me down, my station
Makes more rain forsaken
In between the sky and every piece of the earth
(One, two, three, let's make this)
Runnin' through the mud, I gotta feeling of worth
(One, two, three, forsake this)
Raindrops will fall from the sky
Stealing their shape from your eye
Now we can all get some sleep
The water, the water, the water
Saving us from the heat
Some things will die in their place
Others will leave little trace
And fire will come find its day
The water, the water, the water
Washing it all away
Rain on my frustration
Stake my claim, now break this
Wash me down, my station
Makes more rain forsaken
In between the sky and every piece of the earth
(One, two, three, let's make this)
In between the sky and every piece of the earth
(One, two, three, forsake this)
In between the sky and every piece of the earth
(One, two, three, let's make this)
In between the sky and every piece of the earth
(One, two, three, forsake this)
Writer: Michael Balzary, John Anthony Frusciante, Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
So Much I
Next stop on the KLM
Two lips and a sturdy stem
A funny thing always happens when
I get a heavy jam
I'm gonna turn it into hydrogen
I I, I I, I I, I I I I, I
Cowgirl and a troubadour
MGM and the lion's roar
A straight shot to the corner store
I wanna show you what
I wanna show you what your head is for
I I, I I, I I, I I I I, I
So much I, wish I could
So many I, wish I would
So much I, wish I could
Count on you not to defeat me
So much I, wish I could
So many I, wish I would
So much I, wish I could
Count on you not to defeat me
Please don't turn away again
Please don't turn me into them
Please don't turn away friend
Please don't turn me into them
Stand by for the great eclipse
Rip it out now shake your hips
Backing off the apocalypse
I gotta loosen up
I gotta loosen up to get my grip
I I, I I, I I, I I I I, I
So much I, wish I could
So many I, wish I would
So much I, wish I could
Count on you not to defeat me
So much I, wish I could
So many I, wish I would
So much I, wish I could
Count on you not to defeat me
Please don't turn away again
Please don't turn me into them
Please don't turn away friend
Please don't turn me into them
Please don't turn away again
Please don't turn me into them
Writer: MICHAEL BALZARY, JOHN ANTHONY FRUSCIANTE, ANTHONY KIEDIS, CHAD SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
Storm In A Teacup
Come on come on baby
Let me show you what I'm talking about (whoop-tay-whoop-tay-git-ta-gala-goop-ta)
You try to be a lady
But your walkin' like a sour kraut (whoop-tay-whoop-tay-git-ta-gala-goop-ta)
Looka looka lika lika
Like you want to get some (whoop-tay-whoop-tay-git-ta-gala-goop-ta)
If you never tell a lie
Then you never have to play dumb (whoop-tay-whoop-tay-git-ta-gala-goop-ta)
Dirty baby time you're gonna take some
Pretty baby love you're gonna make some
Little lady hearts you're gonna break some
Kinda shady tears you're gonna fake some
Dirty baby we've got a situation
Pretty baby open invitation
Little lady what a reputation
Kinda shady now you're gonna make again
I know you can straddle
The atmosphere
A tiny storm in your teacup girl
I know you can battle the
Masses, dear
A tiny storm in your teacup girl
Every other day you say
You're gonna have to bury 'em (whoop-tay-whoop-tay-git-ta-gala-goop-ta)
Famous last words
Spoken from the laserium (whoop-tay-whoop-tay-git-ta-gala-goop-ta)
Descendants had to record
Sayin' somethin' 'bout Milo (whoop-tay-whoop-tay-git-ta-gala-goop-ta)
You can take the a train
But you're gonna have to lie low (whoop-tay-whoop-tay-git-ta-gala-goop-ta)
I know you can straddle
The atmosphere
A tiny storm in your teacup girl
I know you can battle the
Masses, dear
A tiny storm in your teacup girl
Dirty baby time you're gonna take some
Pretty baby love you're gonna make some
Little lady hearts you're gonna break some
Kinda shady tears you're gonna fake some
Dirty baby we've got a situation
Pretty baby open invitation
Little lady what a reputation
Kinda shady now you're gonna make again
I know you can straddle
The atmosphere
A tiny storm in your teacup girl
I know we may never get
Out of, here
A tiny storm in your teacup girl
Writer: Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith, Michael 'Flea' Balzary, John Frusciante
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
We Believe
The curtain
Is open
A head to
Put dope in
Now we will
Come clean it
The future
We've seen it
No, no, I know, I said, no, no
It's like a dream
That falls away
Into the night
Where we can play
I'm on a train
One happy day
Two eyes for sight
Three times I pray
Ooh
Soda pop
We've got to set up shop
And when the weather comes
We've got a pressure drop
We don't know
But everyday I go
To see what I can bring
Into a cameo
Oh oh oh no
We believe
We believe
Climb a tree (we believe)
For monkey business
Write a check out to forgiveness
All the world on half an acre
Pushing dirt into a Quaker
The mission
The method
The downfall
Arrested
'Cause it's not
The first time
Nor is it
The worst time
No no oh no
To see the bird
Without a care
For in a word
It's nice out there
In a tree
My mama bear
Will be all right
With proper care
Hey hey hey do
Boomerang
Into a bigger bang
A little cry of love
Because they cannot sing
Cherokee
What did the pharaoh see
Another time and space
Another place to be
We believe
We beieve
We believe
We believe
Climb a tree
For monkey business
Write a check out to forgiveness
All the world on half an acre
Pushing dirt into a Quaker
Climb a tree
For monkey business
Write a check out to forgiveness
All the world on half an acre
Pushing dirt into a Quaker
The motive
The measure
The purpose
The pleasure
The risk is
It worth it
The disc is
It perfect
I found you
Amongst them
The flower
With young stem
Disparage
The broken
The marriage
Alopin'
Writer: Michael Balzary, John Anthony Frusciante, Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
Turn It Again
Some of us get a little
And some a lot
We've got to make due
With what ever we got
We get it hot we cool it down
And then we pass it around
You can dance
For the sake of a golden day
Take a chance on getting rid
Of whatever's in your way
Next stop big hop
Is turning night into day
Sometimes when
I'm lying there all alone
I think of every little nothing
That we could own
To overthrow all of you
Who have overgrown
All my friends
Like to spend
Days on end
On the mend
I turn to you, I turn into
And then I turn it again
Here we go
All we know
Heavy load,
Start to float
Without a doubt, we turn it out
And then we turn it again
Lets dance all night and day now
Get down and show the way how
I want to show you that I care
Two things I want to say now
You make it all ok now
I need to know that you are there
I've come to learn
Whatever time I can find to spend
Taking flight into
Whatever light we bend
Out on the street
I get a beat and then
I turn it to ten
Lace boots and the
Ladies of kasakstan
Kick 'em high to the sky
All of this just because we can
I turn to cuba
Then aruba then the dominican
We've got to move it
If we want to do our best
We've got to shake it
If we want to keep it fresh
I'm turning down
All the heavy psychology
To cut a rug
And I make no apology
I turn a cheek, I turn a key
And then I turn it for free
We've got to move it
Just a little to hit the spot
A whirling derbish in a flurry
A fox to trot
Come clown around, a robot
Doin' the astronaut
Writer: MICHAEL BALZARY, JOHN ANTHONY FRUSCIANTE, ANTHONY KIEDIS, CHAD SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
Death Of A Martian
Bear paws and rascal power
Watching us in your garage
Big girl you ate the neighbor
The nova is over
Wake up and play
Balleradio
Make room for Clara's bare feet
The love of a Martian
Tick tock and waiting for the meteor
This clock is opening another door
Lots of love just keep it comin'
Making something out of nothin'
These are the best that I
I don't know how to say
Losin' what I love today
These are the best that I
Lots of love just keep it comin'
Making something out of nothin'
These are the best that I
I don't know what to say
Look at what I lost today
And these are the things that I
Blood flowers in the kitchen
Signing off and winding down
This Martian ends her mission
The nova is over
She caught the ball
By the mission bell
Chase lizards bark at donkeys
The love of a martian
Let's bow our heads
And let the trumpets blow
Our girl is gone
God bless her little soul
Lots of love just keep it comin'
Making something out of nothin'
These are the best that I
I don't know how to say
Losin' what I love today
These are the best that I
Lots of love just keep it comin'
Making something out of nothin'
These are the best that I
I don't know what to say
Look at what I lost today
And these are the things that I
She's got sword in case
Though this is not her lord in case
The one who can't afford to face
Her image is restored to grace
Disappeared
No trace
Musky tears
Suitcase
The down turn brave
Little burncub bearcareless turnip snare
Rampages pitch color pages
Down and out but not in Vegas
Disembarks and disengages
No loft
Sweet pink canary cages plummet pop dewskin fortitude
For the sniffing black noses that snort and allude
To the dangling trinkets that mimic the dirt cough go drink it's
It's for you
Blue battered naval town slip kisses delivered by duck
Muscles and bottlenosed grifters arrive in time to catch the late show
It's a beehive barrel race
A shehive stare and chase wasted feature who tried and failed to reach her
Embossed beneath a box in the closet that's lost
The kind that you find when you mind your own business
Shiv sister to the quickness before it blisters into the new morning milk blanket
Your ilk is funny to the turnstyle touch bunny who's bouquet set a course for bloom without decay
Get you broom and sweep the echoes of yesternights fallen freckles, away
Writer: MICHAEL BALZARY, JOHN ANTHONY FRUSCIANTE, ANTHONY KIEDIS, CHAD SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © MoeBeToBlame