Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Entropy, artist - WHY?.
Date of issue: 21.03.2004
Song language: English
Bad Entropy |
In la’kesh, I’ll hold my breath 'til I’m blue |
Until the next time I see you |
I’m recording the vocals in my underwear |
Your shit sounds like you recorded in a hoodie on a hot day |
With a fuckin' ball cap, tilted to cover your right eye |
Your shit is fake, you’re play acting |
This ain’t drama class |
It’s unhealthy, it’s only boosting your bipolarity |
Until the handkerchief of history |
Covers us with its Times New Roman black-and-white postscript |
I will wear lavender shirts in yellow painted public restrooms |
Looking like Art Deco in my September complexion and |
Red against blue skies and have those pictures taken |
To be proof against the dull mood of your high school history teacher |
That we wore color |
That we distributed the seeds of dead dandelions |
In cement-surrounded city parks |
That we let our skin soak up the sun |
Despite the advice of modern science |
That we sometimes wore our hair long |
And let it curl and never combed it or put it in braids |
That we taught ourselves to play the pots and pans |
So that we would have something honest to dance to |
Something soulful to sing to |
And sometimes we had trouble seeing past our own reflections in the bedroom |
window |
Because it was dark outside |
And the fluorescents inside left shadows under our chests |
And sculpted the torso to look its Friday night fittest |
Yeah, I’m vain |
There was life here before there wasn’t |
And before that there wasn’t |
But seagulls still ate shallow water fish |
Morning boys still cast tall shadows |
And all the while the stars are slowly separating |
Elizabeth, I don’t know what you expect |
I just wanna hide my face |
In the space between your breasts |
In la’kesh, I’ve got no heart pumpin' my chest |
I’ll have to leave me praying |
In the cradle of your flesh |
Elizabeth, I don’t know what you expect |
I just want to leave my breath |
And get between your legs |
In la’kesh try and leave me again |
I’ll say «Hello» |
You’ll say… |
And end will be end |
Okay |
These are songs to be listened to after I’m dead (dead dead dead) |
When old women start wearing their hair grey |
These are songs to help an ant find its shadow |
Songs to bump in your Beam Cruiser 2060 |
Top down, hair blowing in the absence of air |
Whooming to the shhhhhh |