Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life Stories, artist - Just Jack. Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Life Stories |
| This is for every life story |
| Every detail |
| Ex-dot com millionaires |
| With shitty jobs in retail |
| Every ingrown toenail |
| Pile of junk mail |
| Driving test drive fail |
| Vain search for the Holy Grail |
| Every move you make |
| Every breath you take |
| Every 12in record your dumb girlfriend decided to break |
| And all the underachieving geezers getting more lean and peezer on melon |
| Bacardi Breezers and skinny plastic cached reefers |
| And every impotent porn star |
| And the girls with the red lights doing tricks for Mars bars |
| Jack jack jack jack your body |
| And all the ravers that wish they were back in '89 |
| Because everything was so much better the first time |
| And all the bastards looking for change in the station |
| Every money grabbing musical collaboration |
| And every last member of the X generation |
| Addicted to the Internet drugs and masturbation |
| Forget me this is all about you |
| Forget us this is all about you |
| Forget we this is all about you |
| We are just the siphon the sounds come through |
| Forget me this is all about you |
| Forget us this is all about you |
| Forget we this is all about you |
| We are just the siphon the sounds come through |
| This is for every life story |
| Every chapter |
| Every memory stored |
| And photograph captured |
| Cause even the most mundane things can shine forth like a beacon |
| Make your palms sweaty and knees' weaken |
| Well there is an awful lot of false gods speaking |
| We’re scratching in the dark for something true to believe in |
| Just keep breathing |
| And hope that in the long run |
| That’s a real hand you’re tightly squeezing |
| This is for everybod' who got cussed down in the playground |
| And every bad boy who shitted when his mates weren’t around |
| And all the bedroom DJ’s perfecting their skills |
| And every girl with a complex and a handful of slimming pills |
| Forget me this is all about you |
| Forget us this is all about you |
| Forget we this is all about you |
| We are just the siphon the sounds come through |
| Forget me this is all about you |
| Forget us this is all about you |
| Forget we this is all about you |
| We are just the siphon the sounds come through |
| This is for every life story |
| Every intertwined tale of guts and glory |
| ' Course some of them are nice and bright and corny |
| And some of them will shake your hand less warmly |
| Outlook still stormy |
| Every sweeping saga from the here now to the here after |
| Tall tales around the campfire |
| Tragedies of fallen empires |
| And everything that will and won’t transpire |
| Sometimes it’s just too dire |
| Bollackal |
| Carrying our stories like DNA in hair follicles |
| Lugging chronicles like baggage handlers |
| I’m not sticking around |
| I’m shipping out with the ramblers |
| Collecting chapters of fractures and raptures |
| High on a cactus with a bunch of backpackers |
| Toasting backwards? |
| with a shot of Cacha’a? |
| But that’s another story |
| And I’ll tell it if you let me |
| But in the meantime just remember to forget me |
| Forget me this is all about you |
| Forget us this is all about you |
| Forget we this is all about you |
| We are just the siphon the sounds come through |
| Forget me this is all about you |
| Forget us this is all about you |
| Forget we this is all about you |
| We are just the siphon the sounds come through |