Bruce Hornsby - Big Swing Face (2002) by Bruce Hornsby (보컬) on maniadb.com

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I swear I see the shadows and movement
I've seen the signs and heard the rumors
Adrenaline is a-flowing
Look at me with my eyes a-glowing
I feel a man there with eyes a-blazing
I say this and I know no one's a-listening
Stand on the corner, sweat a-glistening
See dim lights on some nights
Imagination hold on tight

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Sure there's someone in there
Saw those curtains moving air
If you'll go then I will
Closer still here comes the chill

Here comes the chill

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Sure there's someone in there
Saw those curtains moving air
If you'll go then I will
Closer still here comes the chill

Never seen anyone come out
Never seen anyone go in
Movement at my back it's just the wind
Just the wind or a finger on my skin
No no more I've had my fill
Been run through, run through the mill
Try to smile but I feel it still
Feeling I'm feeling, feeling the child

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Sure there's someone in there
Saw those curtains moving air
If you'll go then I will
Closer still here comes the chill

Your cymbal crashing
Your teeth are gnashing
You're in your element
We'd love to see you
We'd love to be you
You're in your elephant costume

You do what the hell you want to do
Make people scream for you
We love to hear you

You've got your big swing face
You know the night away out in space
Looks like a beautiful, beautiful place
You've got your big swing face

You′re in the arena
You bow to the crowd
But you gotta looka down
Some people laughing
It's easy to laugh
When your zipper′s down
Fly′s open

I know you're the great being
You're so hilarious
You're leaving us in the dust

Your big swing face
Your rolling eyes away out in space
Looks like a beautiful, beautiful place
You've got your big swing fa-ya-ya-ya-yace

In your costume foolery
Beads, sandals and jewelry
You're a funny guy
We'll never wonder why

You've got your big swing face
You've got your lonely night away out in space
Looks like a beautiful, beautiful place
You've got your big swing fa-ya-ya-ya-yace

Like a beautiful, beautiful place
You've got your big swing fa-ya-ya-ya-yace

Got to get something done today
Give accomplishment a shot
Might not have a full palette to use
But I'm gonna paint with the colors I've got

There're your hopes and ideals you embrace
Then there's what's staring you in the face
Sorrowful times are here but they won't last
'Cause this too shall pass

Feeling like a lazy tub o' lard
Rajneesh Jr. gave me his business card
Think I'll take the personality test
To document my fine mess this far

There're your hopes and dreams you embrace
Then there's what's staring you in the face
First place man will one day roll in last
'Cause this too shall pass

Better get on out to the starting line
They're coming soon
They're gonna fix it in time
I just want to get what's mine
Not a fortune gonna just, gonna just, love life
And this too shall pass

Do what you got to do to find a cure
For the things that make you feel so impure
Just how I don't know for sure
Sometimes misery has a strange allure

There're your hopes and ideals you embrace
Then there's what's staring you in the face
Sorrowful times are here but they won't last
'Cause this too shall pass

There are your hopes and dreams you embrace
Then there's what's staring you in the face
Sorrowful times are here but they won't last
'Cause this too shall pass

This is an epic story
Of low man's love and family pride
But he's still awaiting
A ride

Looking for a wildest enemy
Then only I know you can never care
Man of the world and everywhere
Get your hot pots in the pantry then

I was called extraordinaire
Waiting in a yellow crane
Though you couldn't give a shit
This order that is heaven sent

Take, take, take, take out the trash
Take out the nasty pile of mash
Watch out the baby gonna give you a rash
Oh Lord, take out the trash

You're such a big shot wannabe
Pleading around for all to see
I know you're special and very clean
But you got to take out the daily greens

Joking at explosives
Langerous and listless
Compelling out of more pep
Expensive and explosive

Take, take, take, take out the trash
Take out the nasty pile of mash
Take out the fallen grey hash
Hey, take out the trash

Watch it better how you stash
Here's the chance to make a splash
Take out the trash

I am called extraordinaire
Witty and eloquent
Observing and a motive
Expensive and explosive

Take, take, take, take out the thrash
Take out the nasty pile of mash
Take out the fallen grey hash
Hey, take out the trash

Watch it better how you stash
In some pocket and some cash
Take out the trash

Take out the trash
Take out the trash
Watch it, watch it
Watch it stinking finger
Don't smell your finger
Your stinking finger

Wallowing the funk
Wallowing in the stink
Your friend with red ink
He's wallowing in the stink

Keep wallowing in the stink
Don't smell your finger, finger

I'm gonna buy a big red truck
Then a rabbit's foot for real good luck
Gonna get me some plastic Gunga Dins
Then I'll buy a big house to put 'em all in

I'll buy a new suit when I'm feelin' down
Picks me up and I'll show it around
I'll wear it once or twice I'm sure
Then I'll get another when I'm feelin' the urge

I'm living the good life
I got my beautiful things so high as a kite
Living the good life
I buy and buy so high in the sky

I'll buy the special meal with the prize
And toys with the motorized blinkin' eyes
And lunch and dinner there I'll be
My favorite character eluding me

There's a sale down at the Five And Dime
And everything's going for dirt this time
I don't need this but it's so cheap
The visions of a bargain in my sleep

I'm living the good life
I got my beautiful things so high as a kite
Living the good life
I buy and buy so high in the sky

Living the good life
I got my beautiful things so high as a kite
I'm living the good life
I buy and buy so high in the sky

These wonderful items everywhere
A house full of things but I don't care
I wonder as I'm sitting there
Maybe I'll feel better in a brand new chair

I'm living the good life
I got my beautiful things so high as a kite
Living the good life
I buy and buy so high as a kite

Living the good life
I got my beautiful things so high as a kite
I'm living the good life
I buy and buy so high in the sky

I'm living the good life
I got my beautiful things so high as a kite
Living the good life
I buy and buy so high as a kite
High in the sky

This is so out but I like it
So outside but I'm in
This is so out but it's alright
Way out there in the spheres

Silver streamers streaking strangely
Swirling savage savants grazing
Smoking on a pink pacifier
Genitalia in a hair dryer

This is so out but I like it (maybe)
So outside but I'm in (I think)
This is so out but it's alright
Way out there in the spheres

Flourescent flaccid floppy-haired gleamers
Saccharine headed silver-foil dreamers
Black light swinging five people singing
Around and around and my ears are ringing

This is so out but I like it (maybe)
So outside but I'm in (I think)
This is so out but it's alright
Way out there in the spheres

Walls are spinning, caving in
They say this is fun
They say I'm in ecstasy
I'm smiling as I run

This is so out but I like it
So outside but I'm in
This is so out but it's alright
Way out there in the spheres

This is so out but I like it (maybe)
So outside but I'm in (I think)
This is so out but it's alright
Way out there in the spheres

Way out there in the spheres
Way out there in the spheres
In the spheres
In the spheres

Up in the country...
Back in the sticks...
Down in the woods...in the woods...in the woods... (Hey)
That's what little country boys do... (Hey)

Ain't got good sense
His drawers is a mess (Cabbage greens)
I don't want to act right
Or God'll kill me
Got keloid skin
Makes us all feel him (Get some leg)
Stylin', profilin'
That's why we like to hang with him

Poppy ain't got no home training ( )
Mama gives such a low rating ( )
Triflin' energy draining got no home training ( )

Making feet for socks (Cabbage greens)
Got big hindparts
He's drinking out the whole jug
Or God me kill me
Don't want to act right
Acting all ign'ant (Till I get right)
That's why, why we like to hang with him

Poppy ain't got no home training ( )
Mama gives such a low rating ( )
Triflin' energy draining got no home training ( )

Poppy ain't got no home training ( )
Stays outside when it's raining ( )
Triflin' energy draining got no home training ( )

Hey-ey-ey!
Poppy ain't got no home training
Hey-ey-ey!
Mama gives such a low rating
Hey-ey-ey!
Feels triflin' energy draining
Hey-ey-ey!
Poppy ain't got no home training

I'm out in Carver Gardens in a trailer
And I'm playing my Farfisa in a soul band
Five brothers in a little room
No bigger than a bathroom
Sweat on the walls too
People say I'm crazy 'cause I'm coming here to blow
All I've got to say is I've got to bite off a little groove flow
I'm flowing

And this girl been pregnant
She said she been pregnant about four months
Her brother come here and said
"Nah, she been pregnant about nine months"
So I blowed that deal
So I took her for a night on the town
Jacked her up and laid her down
And I thought I'd go ahead and make somethin' of myself
So I hit the road.

Poppy ain't got no home training ( )
Mama gives such a low rating ( )
Triflin' energy draining got no home training (Oh-oh-oh)

Hey-ey-ey!
Poppy ain't got no home training
Hey-ey-ey!
Been outside in the lightnin' and rainin'
Hey-ey-ey!
Feels triflin' energy draining
Hey-ey-ey!
Poppy ain't got no home training

Whomp upside the head
Whomp on upside the head...etc.

I got...

I've been bouncing around
Trying hot coals, jogging, shiatsu, cooking, golf great books
Crochet, croquet, fitness clubs and the stylish looks
Tried shiatsu, psychic hotline, Rollerblades, stamp collecting, comic books
Never did jack for me

In the swirling howling wind
I've been stumbling around with a frown
Like a bumbling clown
Like a punch-drunk fighter coming undone
Oh, shot with a stun gun - try and try again
I try this, I try that, I'll be changing everyday
Oh, where I'm at
Till I find my space
Till I find my place under the sun

Finding my place, my place, my place under the sun

I've been pushing my fingers into gloves,
Getting into doves
With guidance from up above
Don't tell anybody but I might just have a little bout with love
Test driving a new accent, cars,
Posing as a confident gent (confident gent)
Tried indifference
Never did a thing for me

In the swirling howling wind
I've been stumbling around with a frown
Like a bumbling clown
Like a punch-drunk fighter coming undone
Oh, shot with a stun gun - blowing 'round again
I try this, I try that, I'll be changing everyday
Oh, where I'm at
Till I find my space
Till I find my place under the sun

Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun.
Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun

Iambic pentameter (pentameter)
Sonics.
Nihilism, cynicism, catechism, jingoism, jism
Hypnotism, mesmerism, poetic symbolism
Efrem Zimbalism

In the swirling howling wind
I've been stumbling around with a frown
Like a bumbling clown
Like a punch-drunk fighter coming undone
Oh, shot with a stun gun - blowing 'round again
I try this, I try that, I'll be changing everyday
Oh, where I'm at
Till I find my space
Till I find my place
Find my place under the sun

Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun
Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun

In the swirling howling winds
The swirling howling winds
To find my place in the sun

Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin' lookin', lookin' to find my place in the sun
Lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin', lookin'....