I tried to get high, but you wanted me low
Good things are happening, but happening slow
It's some kind of mystery from long ago
I finally know who I'm supposed to be
My mind was locked but I found the key
Hope it don't all slip away from me
Hard times, fun lines
Moments pass by and I cry
Rewind, step behind
It's hard to find the flip-side
I can't stand when you tell me to get back
If we're all free, then why does it seem we can't just be?
You saw your reflection all over the news
Your temperature's well past a hundred and two
Put the guns away, or we'll all gonna lose
Stand by, or take flight
Eat or throw your piece pie
Walk on, or be mine
Moments fly by and I cry
I can't stand when you tell me to get back
If we're all free, then why does it seem we can't just be?
I can't stand when you tell me to get back
If we're all free, then why does it seem we can't just be?
The Caretaker uses distressed, old 78 rpm records to create distant, ghostly "haunted ballroom" nostalgic music that "conveys themes of dementia and memory loss". He also works with real instruments as Leyland Kirby and under other names. Favorite track: A1 - It's just a burning memory.
Just in time for Bladerunner 2 and hell night aka "All Hallows' Eve"...
Some people say I'm obnoxious and lazy
That I'm uneducated and my opinion means nothin'
But I know I'm a real good dancer
Don't need to look over my shoulder to see what I'm after
Everybody's got their problems-ain't no new news here
I'm the same old trouble you've been having for years
Don't confuse the problem with the issue, girl,
'Cause it's perfectly clear
Some people ain't no damn good
You can't trust 'em, you can't love em
No good deed goes unpunished
And I don't mind being their whipping boy
I've had that pleasure for years and years
No, no I never was a sinner-tell me what else can I do
Second best is what you get-till you learn to bend this rules
Time respects no person-what you lift up must fall
They're waiting outside-to claim my crumblin' walls
Saw my picture in the paper
Read the news around my face
And now some people
Don't want to treat me the same
When the walls come tumblin' down
When the walls come crumblin' crumblin'
When the walls come tumblin' tumblin' down
Some people say I'm obnoxious and lazy
That I'm uneducated and my opinion means nothin'
But I know I'm a real good dancer
Don't need to look over my shoulder to see what I'm after
Everybody's got their problems-ain't no new news here
I'm the same old trouble you've been having for years
Don't confuse the problem with the issue, girl,
'Cause it's perfectly clear
Just a human desire to have you come near
Want to put my arms around you
Feel your breath in my ear
You can bend me, you can break me
But you better stand clear
When the walls come tumblin' down
When the walls come crumblin' crumblin'
When the walls come tumblin' tumblin' down