Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blue Lines, artist - Massive Attack. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Song language: English
Blue Lines |
| Can’t be with the one you love then love the one you’re with |
| Spliff in the ashtray, red stripe I pull the lid |
| Her touch tickles, especially when she’s gentle |
| But I don’t hear her words 'cause I slide the instrumental |
| Keep the girl in the distance, moves are very hazy |
| No sunshine in my life the way I deal is shady |
| Skip hip data to get the anti-matter |
| Blue lines are the reason why the temple had to shatter |
| To the sound of silence surrounded by the mass |
| Her face is on the paper not the strangers that I pass |
| The ones that looking back to see if they are looking back at me Daddy G Are you predator or do you fear me Yeah while I’m doing this I know |
| The place I really wanna go The one I love but never gets near me Tricky |
| It’s a beautiful day, well it seems as such |
| Beautiful thoughts means I dream too much |
| Even if I told you, you still would not know me Tricky never does, adrian mostly gets lonely |
| How we live in this existence, just being |
| English upbringing, background carribean |
| It’s the way that we? |
| bility? |
| Sharing a soliloquy |
| We cut the broken thread from flexibility |
| Mi chiamo 3D si sono Inglese |
| No sunshine in my life 'cause the way I deal is hazy |
| And everyday’s a daisy 'cause I’m on my toes |
| While contemporaries of mine remaining comatose |
| Tricky |
| There’s a looking glass she’s looking through |
| She hated me, but then she loved me too |
| I’d lie not try so I lost faith |
| Then turn to her to keep the faith |
| She told me take an occupation or you lose your mind |
| And on a nine to five lemon, looking for the lime |
| Box clever, watch your system come together |
| Crazy weather at the end of my tether |
| Daddy G Massive in the area, murderer |
| Attack inna the area, murderer |
| Some go softly softly round the habitat |
| Ratchet in the right hand |
| They got no one to stab it at Take a walk billy, don’t be a hero |
| Effort’s on minimal though almost touch zero |
| Excommunicated from the brotherhood of man |
| To wander lonely as a puzzled anagram |
| Car paint blue, green, primer and zinc |
| Take it to extremities my purple and pink |
| I feel the colours fill my room beneath the patter of the rain |
| I can’t stand the drops they’re dripping down my windowpane |
| They wash away my shadow and don’t even leave a spark upon my soul |
| They leave the rainbows in the dark |
| Tricky |
| Blues get big, massive are even larger |
| Save nuff space into the tricky tardis |
| We’d trawl what I saw from down in darren’s hall |
| People laying their claim |
| In stormy weather it’s rain |
| But you’re living on a see-saw |
| Tricky |
| I try to see more |
| Somebody da-ditty, no body |
| Walking on sunshine, but still we’re treading water |
| The son of many reasons searching for the daughter |
| Seeking knowledge, not acknowledging the jetset |
| Silver papers of the sound within my budakon headset |
| The solar system watches in wisdom |
| The children dance as the moonlight kissed them |
| Tricky |
| To Massive attack Matt Black appear wearing beads |
| Two hours traveling so I wrote this on repeat |
| Always living fast, people getting jumpy |
| Where on? |
| gruggy? |
| falls I do the walter crumpy |
| Microphones held close, crouching far apart |
| Take my piece of mind and sign my name across your heart |