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Blind Melon lyrics

Album: Soup [1995]

Tracks14
 01  Galaxie
 02  2 X 4
 03  Vernie
 04  Skinned
 05  Toes Across the Floor
 06  Walk
 07  Dump Truck
 08  Car Seat
 09  Wilt
 10  The Duke
 11  St. Andrew's Fall
 12  New Life
 13  Mouthful of Cavities
 14  Lemonade
all Blind Melon lyrics



Galaxie
Is this the place that I want
To be
Is it you who I want to see
Holding on, hold it high, show me
Everything

And you're leaving me
Yeah, you're leaving me
You're leaving me with hated identity

Chorus
But I keep on a comin' here and
Standing in this state
And I'm never really sure if
You'll take
What I'm saying the right way
But I'm not appalled or afraid verbal
Pocket play
Is as discreet as I can muster up
To be
Because the cadillac that's sittin' in
The back
It isn't me
Oh no, no, no it isn't me
I'm more at home in my galaxie

Can I do the things I wanna do
That I don't do because of you
And I'll take a left then I'll second
Guess into a total mess

And you're leaving me
Yeah you're leaving me
You're leaving me with hated identity

Repeat chorus
No no no no it isn't me
No no no no it isn't me
(repeat 4 times)
I'm more at home in my galaxieback to top
2 X 4
I'm talkin'
I'm talkin'
I'm talkin' to myself more

Needle, fatal
Someone's pouring warm gravy all over me
And you see that synthetic therapy
Don't you know it seems to be so unappealing
But oh what a feeling
I wish that you would stop spitting when you're talking to me


And inside, air dry
I might want to go another way
But you see now I'm too pale to get out
Into the lovely light of day
Oh, I'll do anything that you say
Oh, I'l do anything that you say
But I wush that you would stop spitting when you're talking to me

I'm talking to myself

1X1
Man to man
Stand to stand
2X4
Talkin' to myselfback to top
Vernie
Is it the way you're speakin'
Is it because I'm peakin'
Twistin' your face, thumb in hand,
But you
Gotta have your own space to play in
A collection of glass chickens
Oh vernie, what a garden you have

Maybe it's the snuff under your lip
Or maybe caramel cake covered christmas
Oh a flower you are to my land, but i
No I cannot deny the beauty
If I had a heart I would want it
To be like vernie's
Oh what a heart that she has

Roaming through the cupboard jar of
Pickles never -
Opened since nineteen eighty three
Peanuts in a pile and elvis down
The aisle -
Singing gallantly

I wish I could be
I wish I could be
I wish I could be
I wish I could be
I wish I could be
A little more like vernie

Oh, I wanna be
I wanna be a little more like vernieback to top
Skinned
I'll make a shoehorn outta your shin
I'll make a lampshade of durable skin
And oh, don't you know that i'm
Always feelin' able
When I'm sittin' home and I'm carvin'
Out your naval
I'm just sittin' here carvin' out
Your navel

When will I realize that this skin
I'm in
Hey, it isn't mine
And when will the kill be too much
Meat for me to hide on

Hey, I could really use a couple
Of hands
To complete one hell of a plant stand
Oh, don't you know that I'm caught
Here in the middle
Making rib cages into coffee tables
I'm just makin' em into coffee tables

And when will I realize that this skin
I'm in
Hey, it isn't mine
And when will the thrill be too much
Meat for me to find anymore

Oh, because
You know I can't hide
But oh how hard I try
But this is just the shape I'm in,
Oh yeah
And though you know I can't hide
But oh how hard I try
But this is just the shape I'm inback to top
Toes Across the Floor
Doesn't anybody feel
That all these killers should be killed
All these healers should be healed
So all these beggers can be filled

Now tell me why am I to lie
If I'm holding firm and feel
The right
To lie down beside this dog of mine
And let that perverted thought really
Run through my mind

I'd scrape my toes across the floor
This day's the same as those before
And though inside I'm feeling giddy
Always wrong for never giving myself
An uninvaded door

So now I'll take a little glue
I'll put together a new glittered room
For view
So I can start sitting so pretty
Instead of sitting here not
Seein' clear
Just sitting here not fittin' here
No things ain't fittin' here

I'll just lay my head down beside this
God of mine
And let that perverted thought burn a
Hole in my mind
And if I don't lay my head beside
This God of mine
Maybe the hunter's dog called god
Could be my friend in timeback to top
Walk
Find myself singing the same songs
Everyday
Ones that make me feel good
When things behind the smiles ain't ok

Around and over and in-between the seas
I need to be on top of a mountain
Where I can see everything
Cause this paranoia's getting old

Now as I open my eyes to start
Another day
I'm in a pile of puke
Empty bad of excuses
My love for friends and family
You know I need them

And under a sun that's seen it all before
My feet are so cold
And I can't believe that I have to
Bang my
Head against this wall again
But the blows they have just a
Little more
Space in-between them

Gonna take a breath and try againback to top
Dump Truck
Blind Melon - Dumptruck




New York City soothing my itchy itchy month of May
Time has passed for Ms. Onassis, decay on display

I don't want to go down
I don't want to go down
I don't want to go down like she did

And I can't understand why something
good's got to die before we miss it

Mumbled talk through pigeon park
And Hastings is wasting away
religiously they seem to sin
Buy, sell or trade for amens

I just don't want to feel
I just don't want to feel
I just don't want to feel- like they feel

Hollow body for sound, trade a coat for a gown

Way up in my arms you know
I love you just a little bit more

Raisin' nose down to chin
Smoke after smoke they all trickle in
Anything, for anything, and ending up with nothing

Simple pimpled young man
Sores all over his hands
He's sleeping, not so silently

I'll mop the floors for you all
I'm a fly on the wall
Really big and listening

Burned a hand of a friend of mine
And Bub I know that you could fly a mile high
You told me nothing's ever gonna come between
Nothing's ever gonna come between
Nothing's ever gonna come between

My dumptruck and meback to top
Car Seat
Tongue ties, nerves as big as boulders
Why mom, I thought I was
Your soldier?
My brother sits by me
Buckled into the carseat

Feel the thirst, it's time for
Pulling over
Into the truckstop on my daddy's
Shoulder
Out back where they plant all
The trees
Ten feet away my daddy buries meback to top
Wilt
Hair raising shake you're much
Too late
You should have jumped a couple of
Cars before
Now if I may I'll walk away
I'm selling silly putty door to door
Up on the shelf it seems to help
If I can keep a little bit of
Disease
As it's feeding on me
You see it's bringing me to my knees

As we all wilt
Watching you wilt

Come right away and help me bathe
Away
The filthy feeling, frigid and cold
Biting my nails to the fairy tales
About the magic monkey's total control
I got indian ken and his fleabag
Friends

With their buckets full of
Elephant ears

As he's breathing on me

His breath is bringing me to
My knees

As we all wilt
Watching you wilt

Pea green the feelingback to top
The Duke
Out here in nothin' engulfed by
The sea

And there's no one here 'cept these
Fishes and me
I think I could die here
Then I'm hit, leveled hard by the
Rising tide

Oh, I'm hit hard by the tide,
I'm just livid, all alone

Sunny, so funny, not funny to me
Because, I'm bearing the scars from it
Burning on me
But I'm feel so revived, just sittin'
Here thinkin'
Then I'm hit hard, really hard by
The tide

I'm hit hard by the tide, i'm
Just livid
And I'm livin'

Yeah, I'm hit hard by the tide
I'm livid, livid
Hard by the tide
I'm livin'

All aloneback to top
St. Andrew's Fall
Blind Melon - St. Andrews Fall




Big stretch and not much sleep
I got a couple of plam trees on each side of my cheek
And it's a bright blue Saturday
And the rummage sells the rubbish to me

But if I could buy the sky that's hangin'
Over this bed of mine
If I could climb these vines
And maybe see what you're seein'

If you were standing on the corner staring straight
Into the eyes of Jesus Christ

One porch, one dog, one cockroach only way to be
I got sewage fruit and it's growing out back from roots
I don't know if they belong to me
But if I could buy the sky that's hangin'

Over this bed of mine
And if I could climb these vines
and maybe see what you're seein'

Sittin' at the edge of this building,
Twenty stories below, a' twenty stories below
Twenty stories below
Twenty stories below

I can't tell you how many ways that I've sat,
And viewed my life today, but I can tell you
I don't think that I can find easier way
So if I see you walking hand in hand in hand
With a three armed man, you know I'll understand

But you should have been in my shoes yesterday
You should have been in my shoes yesterdayback to top
New Life
Suddenly everything is fainting
Falling from a broken ladder's rung
There's a jolt exhilarating from the phone
I'm holding
I hear the words of what I'll become

How eager the hands that reach for love

'cause now there's a new life to behold
And it's the biggest part of my life
To unfold

'cause now she's telling me she'll have
My baby
And a faithful father I am to be
When I'm looking into the eyes of our
Own baby
Will it bring new life into me?

Deep inside must defy arrangement
I've been a stumblin' from the startin'
Blocks 'til now
And I'll always try to justify the way
I've been behaving
Should I teach one not to know how?

How to live in the world we live
In now

'cause there's a beautiful life
To behold
And it's the biggest part of my life
To unfold

'cause now she's telling me she'll have
My baby
And a father figure I am to be

When I look into the eyes of our
Own baby
Will it bring new life into me?

Oh please
Oh please
Oh please

Bring new life
Bring new life
Bring new life into meback to top
Mouthful of Cavities
Mouthful of cavities
Your soul's a bowl of jokes
And everyday you remind me
How I'm desperately in need

See, I got alot of fiends around
And they're peaking through nothing new
They see you
They see everything you do

Seeing everything on the inside, out

Oh, please give me a little more
And I'll push away those baby blues
'cause one of these days this will die
So will me and so will you

I write a letter to a friend of mine
I tell him how much I used to love to
Watch him smile

See I haven't seen him smile in a
Little while

Haven't seen him smile in a little while

But, I know you're laughin' from the
Inside out
Laughin' from the inside out
I know you're laughin' from the
Inside out
Laughin' from the inside
From the inside
From the inside
From the inside
From the inside outback to top
Lemonade
There's such a thing as self opinion
And this far down south I have no
Self-control
If anybody else feels like a nobody
Well then you're gonna have to look out
For you
I'll colour green everything believed in
But I keep screamin' for my glass
Of lemonade

I walk around and it feels good to
Be movin'
The breeze that's blowin' through cannot
Be found
Jump on the trolley that's headed for all
The hollering
And then you're gonna have to look
After you

In desperate need of a little more
Religion
To nurse your God like point of view

Fool on the sheetroof you gotta lay down
In your ruins
The river flowin' by, is way too big
To bound
If I should speak up, and say hello
Mr. uppercut
Oh, how nice to have avoided you

I'll bloody bleed on everything I'm seeing
But I keep screamin' for that glass
Of lemonade

Too much, too much, too much lemonade
(repeat 5 times)back to top
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