Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Next Plateau, artist - Tom Holkenborg aka Junkie XL. Album song Big Sounds Of The Drags, in the genre Date of issue: 13.06.1999
Record label: The All Blacks
Song language: English
Next Plateau |
| Across the universe |
| It’s gettin' worse the peeps left in the lurch |
| Chaotic spurs and bursts |
| If you could see with a satellite eye search |
| Curse finding your way |
| Like gettin' the meaning of life is like braille |
| Obstacle pin you down like tentacles |
| Situation ashtrays |
| Pay the piper while you’re gettin' riper |
| Struggle ain’t gettin' nicer |
| Broken hearts and scars |
| You taste the poison by the vipers |
| Pools of sorrow waves of joy |
| Blind the people while the road is steep |
| All life’s beauty still a decoy |
| If you step naive like young b-boys for fast joys |
| Examine like reconnaissance teams |
| Inner voices scream |
| Any outcome the price |
| Somewhere hope seems to gleam |
| Where you’ve been stand still like plaster |
| Advice seems to be your master |
| Humanity vanishing see |
| Calamity runs faster |
| Keep movin' with the horseblinder focus |
| When life provokes this |
| Next plateau, plateau |
| Never seen a black or white that wanna stay low |
| Next plateau, plateau |
| Try to join the good ones with the halos |
| Next plateau, plateau |
| Never seen a black or white that wanna stay low |
| Next plateau, plateau |
| Try to join the good ones with the halos |
| This ain’t no fandango |
| Communities livin' in shambles |
| This resembles |
| Any gift to uplift gots to be executed |
| Swift like playin' glissando |
| Whole cities panhandle |
| Daily worries grip tough like cops manhandle |
| Fruit of life should swing free and pendulous |
| Like DJ’s pickin' beatsamples |
| This could sweat your headtemples |
| The why and whynots for havenots |
| A few reach tops others be dropped |
| The way ecosystems circle cut |
| Blindness strikes every time we seek |
| We bleed our knees seven days a week |
| Visions of hope drift through our heads |
| Versus the force that slips through our hands |
| Blindness strikes every time we seek |
| We bleed our knees seven days a week |
| Visions of hope drift through our heads |
| Versus the force that slips through our hands |
| Any soul platonic |
| Should spread it like plagues bubonic |
| The voice of the wise should be sonic |
| Uplifting like chronic |
| From cradle of the grave |
| Knowledge of self we crave |
| Transcends to what makes sense and hope our lucky path is paved |
| Materialistic mystic run by devils |
| Higher levels |
| Persevere like afghan rebels |
| In the turbulence |
| We urge to end the innerself war |
| Tranquility sends symphonies like reversed guitars |
| Next plateau, plateau |
| Never seen a black or white that wanna stay low |
| Next plateau, plateau |
| Try to join the good ones with the halos |
| Next plateau, plateau |
| Never seen a black or white that wanna stay low |
| Next plateau, plateau |
| Try to join the good ones with the halos |
| Try to join the good ones with the halos |
| Try to join the good ones with the halos |
| Try to join the good ones with the halos |
| Try to join the good ones with the halos |