Schwim

Connection: Black of night comes after twilight

Lyrics:
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count along
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count along
Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing more
Self destructive on a rollercoaster fireball
Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says
She's on a hunt, cooking, cooking, cooking misery
Left my heart on the shelf for way too long
Sick and tired, picking up from the dirty floor
I saw the line of snakes that came to me
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
Only for me and you, woah-woah-oh-oh
No more broken dreams, I feel like a loaded gun
Spitting bullets at your armor of mind control
Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says
She's on a hunt, cooking, cooking, cooking misery
Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot do it right
Can't call the doctor, he's as sick as you and I
I saw the line of snakes that came to me
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
Only for me and you, woah-woah-oh
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
Only for me and you, woah-woah-oh-oh
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count along
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count along
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count along
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over that thing called love
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
Only for me and you, woah-woah-oh
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was
Only for me and you, woah-woah-oh-oh
Please, let it grow where it belongs
There in the dark, where the shadows are born
Leave it alone
I'm sure it will find it's way to redeem and blossom
'Cause I know
The black rose will find it's home

Connection: Juice without the gin will keep you sober.

Lyrics:
There's a shadow just behind me
Shrouding every step I take
Making every promise empty
Pointing every finger at me
Waiting like a stalking butler
Who upon the finger rests
Murder now the path of must we
Just because the son has come
Jesus, won't you fucking whistle
Something but the past and done?
Jesus, won't you fucking whistle
Something but the past and done?
Why can't we not be sober?
Just want to start this over
And why can't we drink forever?
I just want to start this over
I am just a worthless liar
I am just an imbecile
I will only complicate you
Trust in me and fall as well
I will find a center in you
I will chew it up and leave
I will work to elevate you
Just enough to bring you down
Mother Mary, won't you whisper?
Something but what's past and done
Mother Mary, won't you whisper?
Something but the past and done
Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over
And why can't we sleep forever?
I just want to start this over
Why?
I am just a worthless liar
I am just an imbecile
I will only complicate you
Trust in me and fall as well
I will find a center in you
I will chew it up and leave
Trust me
Trust me
Trust me
Trust me
Trust me
Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start things over
And why can't we sleep forever?
I just want to start this over
Why?
I want what I want
I want what I want
I want what I want
I want what I want

Connection alcohol mixed with non-alcoholic drinks.

Lyrics So much drama in L-B-C It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G But I, somehow, some way Keep comin up with funky ass shit nearly every single day Can I kick a little something for the G's? And, make a few friends as I breeze through Don't you know it's two in the mornin' and the party's still jumpin' 'Cause my momma ain't ho-ome I got bitches in the living room gettin' it on And, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin' So what you wanna do hoo? I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too So turn off the lights and close the doors But, (but what) we don't love them whores And we gonna smoke a ounce to this G's up, hoes down, like you motherfuckers bounce to this Ho-ho-ho and I be rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice Laid back with my mind on my money, and my money on my mind Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice Laid back with my mind on my money, and my money on my mind yo I got me some Seagram's gin And every body got their cups, but they ain't chipped in You know this type of shit, happens all the time Gotta get yours before I get mine Everything is fine when you listenin' to the D-O-G He gots the cultivating music that be captivating me But who hears the words that I speak? As I take me a drink to the middle of the street I started maping with this bitch named Sadie Yeah she used to be the homeboy's lady Don't you know it's eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please Raise up off these N-U-T's, did you gets none of these? As I mob with the Dogg Pound, feel the breeze And I be rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice Laid back with my mind on my money, and my money on my mind Rollin down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice Laid back with my mind on my money, and my money on my mind Later on that day my homey Dr. Dre He came by with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J Of some bubonic chronic you know it made me choke It ain't no joke, I had to back up off of it Set my cup of gin down Dont you know Tanqueray and chronic, well I'm fucked up now But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin' Dr Dre got some bitches from city of Compton To serve me, not with a cherry on top 'Cause when I bust my nut, you know I'm raisin' up off the cot Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes I don't love you hoes, that's why I'm out the do' And I'll be rollin down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice Laid back with my mind on my money, and my money on my mind Roll on' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice Laid back with my mind on my money and my money on my mind Roll on' down the street, (rollin' down) (smokin' indo, (rollin' down sipping' on gin and juice (biiitch!)

Connection: Kings

Lyrics Started at the age of four My mother went to the grocery store Went sneaking through her bedroom door To find something in a size four Sugar and spice and everything nice Wasn't made for only girls GI Joe in pantyhose Is making room for the one and only King for a day, princess by dawn King for a day in a leather thong King for a day, princess by dawn Just wait 'til all the guys get a load of me My daddy threw me in therapy He thinks I'm not a real man Who put the drag in the drag queen? Don't knock it until you've tried it Sugar and spice and everything nice Wasn't made for only girls GI Joe in pantyhose Is making room for the one and only King for a day, princess by dawn King for a day in a leather thong King for a day, princess by dawn Just wait 'til all the guys get a load of me Sugar and spice and everything nice Wasn't made for only girls GI Joe in pantyhose Is making room for the one and only King for a day, princess by dawn King for a day in a leather thong King for a day, princess by dawn King for a day in a leather thong King for a day, princess by dawn King for a day in a leather thong King for a day, princess by dawn Just wait 'til all the guys Just wait 'til all the guys Just wait 'til all the guys get a load of me

Two Kingdoms

Want you gone is something you might say to a person not from around here.

Offbeat shared

It's all about the "Tempuratures"

(Warm - Heat)

The Boys before the Boys

Joy Division / Why Must I Be Sad?

Master / Slave relationship

The dust of a planet will result in a caravan out of town.