Who Touches Who Lyrics
©2004 Felix Sarco
Click on song title for lyrics
Who Touches Who Lyrics
©2004 Felix Sarco
Click on song title for lyrics
Bubble Boy
Hi-Mi Hawks and Doves
Prophecy of the Olive Branch
White Nectarines
6:1
Once Upon a Mountain Top
Bubble
boy was born and walking well at age 18
And though he wished to walk before
He was the weakest I had seen
Ma's debating belly
Kept his shelling yelling loud
In hopes of being cracked and broken
For that's how it has to be
Roll
And so he fell flat on his face
So then he crawled before he walked
And he got walked on in it's place
I guess the only thing he learned
Is that he moves to slow
And now he's running every fucking place he goes
This engine was at age one-nine
With shattered shell-o-plenty
20 too, was left behind
He quickly learned the rules and the tools
Of the racing tunnel rats
He picked all four up off the ground
And wound up rolling fat and slow
(Run)
He
won't crawl walk or cry around here anymore
Not one to give
And not one to take
A make or break life wasn't fitting a full grown boy
With the will to fill an empty womb
So he rolled away
Run
Run Roll away
Back to Top
As
we face our impending boom
But flirting leads to fucking
As I'm sure that Hiroshima can attest
Tie God's hands
To show the non-believers that there's nothing he can do
But build a tomb
Waiting for the button to be pressed
Save your prayers
The comment box is locked
He kept the key in Nagasaki
Beneath the bones
It's buried there
Mean while the war burns on
We
watched the dove turn old and gray
Dying like a dog
We heard them all yell bombs away
High up on the hog
We thought this was the safest way
The fallout proved us wrong
The hungry hawk won't stay at bay
That's why we sing this song..........
Wouldn't
it be nice to say
"You know you'll never see the day
The smiling skylines melt away
All upon the day
They drop the bomb"
They
say it's very necessary
Scary in a way
That anytime or anywhere
To the stench of burning hair
Mankind will end
If it's too much work for the automatic
Bring it on down with a radon static glow
As a night light to the grave
Might makes right
"War ain't a human tragedy.
It's an American business.
And don't you forget. Enemies ain't people.
They're targets.
Civilians? Shit.
You can make an omelet without breakin' some eggs, now can ya?
There's Freedom in your fire boy
So light em up"
As unpatriotic as it seems
The empty ends don't justify the means
The importance of defense
At what expense
With consequence considered
I don't feel too fucking safe
When fighting fowl fly up to feed
The power won't take heed indeed
But the need to try's alive
And if the last dove coos and dies
And still the hawks enreath the skies
Lets find a hill up high and sigh
And watch the fire fly
Waiting
for the cloud to come along
GO!
GO!
My dear Enola Gay
Don't pay attention to the schoolyard or the kids at play
Fuck food!
You gotta get more kA-Bang for your buck!
Put a bullet in a belly, with a bomb or a helli,
For a dead man don't eat much!
The
skylight burns bright for the dawn of the Armageddon
As the hungry hawks of HI-MI mate, in brutal, loveless fashion
Striving to conceive the devices necessary for the complete and total
extermination
Of every and all species deemed threatening by the powers that be.
In the name of their ulterior motives.
Unbeknownst
to the birds of prey
The acquisition of these devices is a threat within itself
Setting in motion the gears of the nuclear holocaust
Spun by a chain of fear and fueled by the failure to perceive all living beings
As one unified entity
I
Before we usher in our own extinction
To the warmth of a mushroom sunrise
To sight of the flashing clouds
To shrill and broken screaming of the children's melting eyes
(Learn
to Love The Machine, Or Fall In It's Wake)
Another told me that a shaking hand can't feel the pain
I'm numb to all I see and hear
Be it fact or fiction, it's all the same
This pill of human travesty
I've down a million fold
My world is stoned on the smoking gun
Licking light from lifeless lips
Seed slip a sews a frozen rose
Born a thorn that's worn and knows
It's seen this all before
The light is on in an empty home
Searching for perspective
Through my looking glass hallucinogen
The end is real
And it's the only thing I'll feel
And what about all the things I've come to love
They’re out there knocking away
With brand new name
On a brand new day
In the same old way
On On Off
They burn on down to the filter
Just to sear your finger tips
And as the sand slips past your hourglass
You kiss the open flame
To take a taste of what you've always known
And find it's not the same
And we have seen this all before
And we've all felt this before
We all went out like that before
And we had it held this long before
It wasn't always made of stone
This
light is on
But no one's home
I
hear you
There's nothing more that a frantic boy like me
Would love to commandeer or engineer
Than the center of a white nectarine
Can't see the fruit between these leaves
"And touch me"
I dreamt of when and where and how
I'd sit inside my dreaming tree
And see just what's in store inside a white nectarine
Awakened
by my early fall
Down came my dream
Before I even tasted, just in slumber,
All I'm waiting for and more inside a white nectarine
Gonna'
need an axe to fix this mess
It's
time I bend this iron tree
"And touch me" it said
"Reach out and touch me" it said
"Reach out and feel me" it said
'Reach out and peel...."
And tell me,
Is it all that you thought it'd ever be?
We always take for granted
Dreams and hopes inside this sacred tree
All for a non-existent, slightly twisted,
Bright white nectarine
It
might have been a bit of bitter fruit
That made a manic man a mangled boy
But he blamed it on a broken branch
A silly sleeper in a splinter tomb
What if the woody wouldn't wipe away
The cryin' iron and the bending blade
The manic man and the metal tree
A nasty niggle and a bright white nectarine
When the lid, it lifts to the light, you watch your wisdom burn
Search for nectarines, Axe their fragile seams
In the world you think is real
A lie inside a peel
Until you wake
Initially,
in energy
Well, I flew through the midnight sky
To the cries of the cold and wet
As a big ol' ball of flame
Well, I played the game
I stayed sane and I kept the mountain dry
Dry
Hope it don't die
Fire god, Fire god
Cool in the middle with a hot physod
Water why?
Water where?
Let it burn and don't you ever care
Harmony? Fuck Harmony!
For water ain't no part of me
The lakes of ash were a bit hard to drink
And when the stream ran dry
The mountain tried, but couldn't cry
Cry
It don't flow bone dry
Fire!
Fire! there you go!
Burnin up fast
Simmer down slow
Water? Water!?! Wussie fad!
Making at' god O' Fire MAD!
Harmony? FUck harmony!!
For water ain't a part of me
Running
down the mountain top
Burning every log
Ol' fatigue was settin' in
I broke into a jog
Curious of liquid love
I stepped into the fog
Stuck a flaming phallic tip
Inside the slippery bog
Swallowing my flicker flame
The marsh, she asked to romp
The prayers had all been answered
As the zealots dropped the pomp
Knowing that this water witch
Would bring about my smoky end
I pushed away, I'm glad to say
To penetrate the swamp
Here it was that I began to reminisce
Proved to be a haul not worth the weight
When I met the puddle of my dreams
Fire
god Fire god
Die in the winter with a wet phisod
Water water's not so bad
Bestest rest I've ever had
Harmony, yes harmony,
For water is the heart of me
But
the Hand
of LOVE
is FIRE