Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song See You At the Show , by - Extra life. Song from the album Secular Works, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 05.04.2009
Record label: loaf
Song language: English
See You At the Show |
| I’m getting onto this new vibe |
| Soak up your ever intention like tampax |
| Reflect it back like a bitch’s compact |
| Blue eyes shine never mind the heart is matte black |
| Pitches slip off harmony like fingernails off of my glistening back |
| This is my new incarnation |
| You’ll see it at shows and parties in '07 |
| A smooth and affable specter of my former self |
| Haunt you with my new vibe |
| Haunt you with my new-found heath |
| I’m getting onto this new vibe so vague it could be anything at all |
| The vibe is that you don’t know what the vibe is |
| Try and pull me close but my ghost just floats |
| Not all there, not all there |
| Haunt you with disappearance |
| Haunt you with reappearance |
| Haunt you with appearances |
| Suck in the whole city with the strobe effect of my new vibe |
| Never never kneel never go down |
| But I swallow everything I make you give me |
| You make me love, you make the love, you make the love |
| You produce the love |
| But it’s mine because I own the factory |
| You work for me, you work for me, you work for me |
| I’m getting onto this new vibe |
| The obsolete version of charlie looker is dead in a bathtub |
| Charlie looker '07 owns the dance floor |
| Cats aren’t even ready for my new vibe |
| I’ve got my hood up |
| Kids act like you know |
| See you at the show |
| You better fan out, fan out over the abyss |
| If you want to make the hang with my childish kiss |
| Tell the booker that the looker he knows cut his own skinny wrists |
| But his rad new ghost is on the list |
| See you at the show |
| So light, so light |
| I hover silent while the world spills its guts |
| Even as I spit the truth |
| Even as I spit my little factoids |
| They hurtle at you so fast they burn up into lies |
| That’s how a real man rolls |
| A real man harnesses the powers of the feminine and descends upon new york as a |
| diffuse even mist |
| Subterfuge subterfuge subterfuge subterfuge |
| The power of being jive |
| The power of the possibility that this might be jive |
| This might be jive, this might be jive |
| I’m going out |
| I’m going out and I’m leaving that morbid shit at home |
| I let it stuck down the drain I’m lighter now |
| I’m lighter now |
| From now on my blood won’t spill it will just bead into little pools and slide |
| playfully across my baroque surface |
| Forget about the dead kid |
| Forget about the bummin' blood red kid |
| Sucked deep in the earth from real weight |
| Disappeared |
| Last log-in: more than three weeks |
| Look directly at the face of looker '07 |
| In its shadowless immanence and go blind in my sunglasses |
| I’ve got my hood up |
| Kids act like you know |
| See you at the show |
| You better fan out, fan out over the abyss |
| If you want to make the hang with my childish kiss |
| Tell the booker that the looker he knows cut his own skinny wrists |
| But his rad new ghost is on the list |
| See you at the show |
| Sha-sha, sha--sha-sha-sha-sha-sha-sha |
| That’s the sound of the truth becoming a lie |
| I don’t want a thing what do you want? |
| I don’t want a thing what do you want? |
| I don’t want a thing |
| I don’t have a deal drain the real shallow in my fallow cunt |