Untitled #12 Lyrics
| Song | Untitled #12 |
| Artist | John Frusciante |
| Album | Niandra LaDes And Usually Just A T-Shirt |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Blind your head in catastrophe icicles | |
| No-one's fed in cycles led by cycles dead | |
| Ask to shine the flag | |
| Love is distance and blue sits like apples bite | |
| And flows through our hands | |
| I said ＆hi' to a man who shot his sister | |
| Panned through the station | |
| And jumped in front of a train | |
| Said i'm a bit confused to meet you | |
| Life's what scissors do to a day | |
| So their smiles pave the way | |
| Sand drips with waves | |
| And clouds my head cuz i'm a fortune fellah's bed | |
| And i'm the tunes played by the goons | |
| Who ride in fairy's wombs | |
| And stole the road the other way | |
| And sold tomorrow to yesterday and | |
| I know the feeling of pushing you out of a building | |
| Tiny people pulsating hit the sky | |
| Still the ground got up and wiped your face | |
| You expected to fly, wind up your misfortune | |
| Sling ＆em to a maitre-dee | |
| Who wears dead butterflies on his face | |
| And is hoping to grow wings | |
| He really wants to tell you | |
| ＆hey give your tears to today' | |
| Grind yourself souvenirs under your stolen years | |
| Hands in your pockets | |
| Your hands getting numb been hurt in grinds jive | |
| Do the avenues that seem to meet defeat you | |
| Did you ever try to hug the sky behind your head | |
| I walked forever sightseeing a screen | |
| Shuffled a mean green ping | |
| Dives head first into a hole in the water | |
| Drives side to side like a floating machine | |
| Dove dancing to a fable told to a sea of disintegration | |
| Crawl to a celebration of dirt that leaves that taste of wine | |
| Sucked from a hair that digs into the darkness | |
| Full of the fair that my head rides. | |
| I slide your kind through a ladder | |
| Hanging on a star | |
| Stray close so far | |
| Away from the climb | |
| A tape like section of introspection | |
| To rewind would be to recline. | |
| Hit the pounds underlying gently | |
| Ride on the side | |
| Tell your problems to zero | |
| He's got nothing to hide. |
| Blind your head in catastrophe icicles | |
| Noone' s fed in cycles led by cycles dead | |
| Ask to shine the flag | |
| Love is distance and blue sits like apples bite | |
| And flows through our hands | |
| I said hi' to a man who shot his sister | |
| Panned through the station | |
| And jumped in front of a train | |
| Said i' m a bit confused to meet you | |
| Life' s what scissors do to a day | |
| So their smiles pave the way | |
| Sand drips with waves | |
| And clouds my head cuz i' m a fortune fellah' s bed | |
| And i' m the tunes played by the goons | |
| Who ride in fairy' s wombs | |
| And stole the road the other way | |
| And sold tomorrow to yesterday and | |
| I know the feeling of pushing you out of a building | |
| Tiny people pulsating hit the sky | |
| Still the ground got up and wiped your face | |
| You expected to fly, wind up your misfortune | |
| Sling em to a maitredee | |
| Who wears dead butterflies on his face | |
| And is hoping to grow wings | |
| He really wants to tell you | |
| hey give your tears to today' | |
| Grind yourself souvenirs under your stolen years | |
| Hands in your pockets | |
| Your hands getting numb been hurt in grinds jive | |
| Do the avenues that seem to meet defeat you | |
| Did you ever try to hug the sky behind your head | |
| I walked forever sightseeing a screen | |
| Shuffled a mean green ping | |
| Dives head first into a hole in the water | |
| Drives side to side like a floating machine | |
| Dove dancing to a fable told to a sea of disintegration | |
| Crawl to a celebration of dirt that leaves that taste of wine | |
| Sucked from a hair that digs into the darkness | |
| Full of the fair that my head rides. | |
| I slide your kind through a ladder | |
| Hanging on a star | |
| Stray close so far | |
| Away from the climb | |
| A tape like section of introspection | |
| To rewind would be to recline. | |
| Hit the pounds underlying gently | |
| Ride on the side | |
| Tell your problems to zero | |
| He' s got nothing to hide. |
| Blind your head in catastrophe icicles | |
| Noone' s fed in cycles led by cycles dead | |
| Ask to shine the flag | |
| Love is distance and blue sits like apples bite | |
| And flows through our hands | |
| I said hi' to a man who shot his sister | |
| Panned through the station | |
| And jumped in front of a train | |
| Said i' m a bit confused to meet you | |
| Life' s what scissors do to a day | |
| So their smiles pave the way | |
| Sand drips with waves | |
| And clouds my head cuz i' m a fortune fellah' s bed | |
| And i' m the tunes played by the goons | |
| Who ride in fairy' s wombs | |
| And stole the road the other way | |
| And sold tomorrow to yesterday and | |
| I know the feeling of pushing you out of a building | |
| Tiny people pulsating hit the sky | |
| Still the ground got up and wiped your face | |
| You expected to fly, wind up your misfortune | |
| Sling em to a maitredee | |
| Who wears dead butterflies on his face | |
| And is hoping to grow wings | |
| He really wants to tell you | |
| hey give your tears to today' | |
| Grind yourself souvenirs under your stolen years | |
| Hands in your pockets | |
| Your hands getting numb been hurt in grinds jive | |
| Do the avenues that seem to meet defeat you | |
| Did you ever try to hug the sky behind your head | |
| I walked forever sightseeing a screen | |
| Shuffled a mean green ping | |
| Dives head first into a hole in the water | |
| Drives side to side like a floating machine | |
| Dove dancing to a fable told to a sea of disintegration | |
| Crawl to a celebration of dirt that leaves that taste of wine | |
| Sucked from a hair that digs into the darkness | |
| Full of the fair that my head rides. | |
| I slide your kind through a ladder | |
| Hanging on a star | |
| Stray close so far | |
| Away from the climb | |
| A tape like section of introspection | |
| To rewind would be to recline. | |
| Hit the pounds underlying gently | |
| Ride on the side | |
| Tell your problems to zero | |
| He' s got nothing to hide. |
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