No more runnin', says my mind All this movement has just proved your kisses hard to find Older harmony that I see Friends I once had turn their thoughts away from me No more runnin', I’ve got to breathe On back porches with the torch of a firefly lit tree It's what I hope for It's what I hope for No more runnin' No more runnin' I locked my bones and trapped my feet I told them I found ‘em a place to be And stick like candy in your teeth When you lose your faith in me No more runnin', says my mind All this movement has just proved your kisses hard to find It's what I hope for It's what I hope for No more runnin' No more runnin' No more runnin' No more runnin'
Art will be the last bastion when all else fades away. ~ Timothy White (b 1952), American rock music journalist _________________
LYRICS. If I represent the one that did this to you Then can away the part that represents the thing that scarred you I say, Get up, stand up, get up, stand up, get on it Yessir, I am no longer who you thought this one would be
We end up around the mountain that I climb to lose you I said, I said give me the business that business could work through, I say, Ask me but all my wisdom departed Tell me but all my wisdom departed But help please at least answer me this, Answer me, answer me
What's the business, yeah Don't take my life away Don't take my life away
From a distance, yeah Don't take my life away Don't take my life away
I'm a victim, yeah Don't take my life away Don't take my life away
I'm addicted Don't take my life away Don't take my life away
If you just press your fingers down under my skin (Go on and do it) Lift up, dig up, lift up, dig up and bleed for me I say, I'll bleed if you ask me I'll bleed if you ask me That's when, that's when, he said no
What's the business, yeah Don't take my life away Don't take my life away
From a distance, yeah Don't take my life away Don't take my life away
I'm a victim, yeah Don't take my life away Don't take my life away
I'm addicted, yeah Don't take my life away Don't take my life away
I'm addicted, yeah From a distance, yeah I'm a victim, yeah What's the business, yeah
I'm addicted, yeah
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What's the business, yeah What's the business, yeah
Edit: I’ve posted above the two groups, Animal Collective and tUnE-yArDs, and Vampire Weekend on the previous page, wanting to note their mention in this Simon Reynolds interview. Thanks to both battleshipkropotkin and gnosticheresy_2 for the heads-up!
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Art will be the last bastion when all else fades away. ~ Timothy White (b 1952), American rock music journalist _________________
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