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| John Cale And Bob Neuwirth |
Ocean Life
The sky is full of dirty, aching air
That's burning a greasy yellow
And zooming slowly in on everyone
Untie these fighting sunsets that will not be fulfilled
The noise on her eyes is still there
Even when the retina peels from the strain of the dull
Sacrilegious commandment
Of an eye for an eye or a tooth for a truth
Even the ocean is ghettoized now
Another dirty alleyway that leads nobody home
When you're so young and full of expectations
You're looking for that perfect wave
And when you'd like to ride 'em all
So I ask you from the bottom of my heart
Is that any way to treat your mother?
Red, red, red river, bloody ocean of sorrowful memories
Carry me to the deep blue sea, I hear you calling me
Is it true that virtue fell by the wayside, not even a mark?
And who will lift the fog of bitterness, pull aside the tide of regret?
Who will avoid the undertow of sentimental drift?
Who can live long on poetry and wrath?
I don't have the patience
But what does it cost on the open market?
And who can afford that?
I wanna be buried in the bottom of the ocean
Like Shelly Winters in 'The night of the hunter'
My hair billowing, being kissed by the fishes, Sushi for Shabu
If fishes were wishes, I'd have you, I'd have you
Ah, I've never felt one, a tremor that is
Greed, envy, lust, gluttony, anger, pride
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Greed, envy, lust, gluttony, anger, pride
Ah, I've never felt one, a tremor that is
If fishes were wishes, I'd have you, I'd have you
My hair billowing, being kissed by the fishes, Sushi for Shabu
Like Shelly Winters in 'The night of the hunter'
I wanna be buried in the bottom of the ocean
And who can afford that?
But what does it cost on the open market?
I don't have the patience
Who can live long on poetry and wrath?
Who will avoid the undertow of sentimental drift?
And who will lift the fog of bitterness, pull aside the tide of regret?
Is it true that virtue fell by the wayside, not even a mark?
Carry me to the deep blue sea, I hear you calling me
Red, red, red river, bloody ocean of sorrowful memories
Is that any way to treat your mother?
So I ask you from the bottom of my heart
And when you'd like to ride 'em all
You're looking for that perfect wave
When you're so young and full of expectations
Another dirty alleyway that leads nobody home
Even the ocean is ghettoized now
Of an eye for an eye or a tooth for a truth
Sacrilegious commandment
Even when the retina peels from the strain of the dull
The noise on her eyes is still there
Untie these fighting sunsets that will not be fulfilled
And zooming slowly in on everyone
That's burning a greasy yellow
The sky is full of dirty, aching air
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| OOcean LLife |
| cean ife |
| cOean iLfe |
| kcean kife |
| kOcean kLife |
| Okcean Lkife |
| 9cean oife |
| 9Ocean oLife |
| O9cean Loife |
| 0cean pife |
| 0Ocean pLife |
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| O0cean Lpife |
| lcean Liife |
| lOcean Lfe |
| Olcean Lfie |
| icean Ljfe |
| iOcean Ljife |
| Oicean Lijfe |
| Occean L9fe |
| Oean L9ife |
| Oecan Li9fe |
| Ofean Llfe |
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| Ofcean Llife |
| Ocfean Lilfe |
| Oxean Lofe |
| Oxcean |
| Ocxean Liofe |
| Ovean Lkfe |
| Ovcean |
| Ocvean Likfe |
| Odean L8fe |
| Odcean L8ife |
| Ocdean Li8fe |
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| Oceean Lufe |
| Ocan Luife |
| Ocaen Liufe |
| Ocsan Liffe |
| Ocsean Lie |
| Ocesan Lief |
| Oc3an Lice |
| Oc3ean Licfe |
| Oce3an Lifce |
| Ocfan Lire |
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