Cover di Shangri-La Dee Da

Shangri-La Dee Da
Album - 19 giugno 2001 - Debaser id 16811

di Stone Temple Pilots

Monday, back from the dead
I'm letting it go, back for another one

Tuesday, shoot me in the head
I'm takin' it back , takin' it back
I'll take it back

Wednesday, she's lookin' for a friend
She'll get what she wants
Can't seem to get enough

Thursday, it's more than I can stand
I'm holdin' her down, holdin' her down
She's down again

I gotta find a way to find her
Where could she be?
Four days of the week
She thinks I'm the enemy

One day, left me for dead
Woke up on the floor, time for another one
Two days, she's leavin' me again
Can't take it no more
Out through the open door
Three days, she's found herself a friend
She got what she wants
Still never get enough
Four days she's back with me again
She's pullin' me down, pullin' me down
I'm down again

I gotta find a way to find her
Where could she be?
Four days of the week
She thinks I'm the enemy

Monday's gone
Tuesday's fadin'
Wednesday's gone
Thursday's all but wasted now

Monday, back from the dead
I'm letting it go, back for another one

Tuesday, shoot me in the head
I'm takin' it back , takin' it back
I'll take it back

I gotta find a way to find her
Where could she be?
Four days of the week
She thinks I'm the enemy

thinks I'm the enemy
Il tuo voto:
Tar and feathers hide your feelings
If you even know the meaning
Your high road is overrated
You left your guru out there hangin'

Don't stay
Don't stay

Your appetite's insatiable
Devouring one thousand souls
It's more or less the same ole story
The princess and the whore. The lady.

Nobody sees it
Nobody hears it
Nobody breathin' in a coma
So keep your secret
Your perfect secrets
It's just a game but no one's playin'

In a coma lying, waiting
Desire fills the lonely craving
So many trampled-under footwear
But more to fill the trophy cases.
Il tuo voto:
Regenerate the impoverished souls
That echo you
Bleed to feed the masses
Soup line two times two

They got your picture from the
Sunday Plain Dealer that listed you
(Dead)
Forget the story. There's a bounty on
Your head. They fingered you

Right away. Right away
Green light. Get a move on
Right of way, right of way
Stop sign, put the brakes on

Positive cell regeneration
Positive cell regeneration

Celebrate the immortal youth
That wasted you
Peel the skin back from all the lies
That blistered you

They hold for ransom
All the watered down truths
That splintered your
(Faith)
So sell your soul, because you're already
(Dead)
They've listed you

To the fields where lesser mice go
To the fields where men follow
To the fields where lesser mice go
To the fields where we all follow
Il tuo voto:
Miles above your circumstance
There's water on your mind
I've wrestled with convictions
And I've settled with the tide

It's more or less uncertainty
But still you play the game
A pedicure won't change the score
But all of this will fade

So low, better get on
Everything's stopped (down)
So slow, better get on
Everything's slowed down

Take a bath with consecrated water
From the shrine
And wash away the mud of all the
Miles you left behind

Triplicates and wedding rings
Both lethal to obtain
So batten down the credit cards
The devil's in the den
Il tuo voto:
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