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Manic Autumn Wednesday Face Lyrics
Paint by Number Songs

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> Manic Autumn Wednesday Face Lyrics by Alias, So-Called Artists, Sole

Paint by Number Songs by So-Called Artists Album Cover

Paint by Number Songs by So-Called Artists Album Cover

Title:

Manic Autumn Wednesday Face Lyrics

Artists:

Alias, So-Called Artists, Sole

Album:

Paint by Number Songs
by So-Called Artists

Added By:

Mental Stamina
added on July 16, 2004

HipHop Lyrics:

my tv talks to me, i talk to my...
my tv talks to me, i talk..
my tv talks to me, i ..
my tv talks to me, i listen to my radio

sole:
i'm not a liar, and this isn't the truth.
i'm adding tears to the lagoon so watch yourself get carried away.
i was abducted twenty-one years
and now cut off from whatever spiritual connection was there
is now a tarot card on a webpage.
everything is gonna be alright or i'm losing my mind
and enjoying the roller coaster.
he's doing fine. it's flesh and ego and you want my sole.
i didn't ask to have to ask constantly
to have people label whatever it is, conveying the transition
from possibly to maybe is always better than 'what if.'
all i have is words and body language, don't make it into rap songs.
so let's not make this into a conflict;
it's all turmoil. it's a stream of consciousness,
a long distance relationship that went on for too long.
let's go there with our poles, nets, and toes
and wade in distortion and forget about our egos.
see it's as dumb as you make it,
then again these are only hastily thrown together sentences,
so listen to what you say to yourself,
when listening to all the records like these.
or better than the attempts i make at scribbling on trees,
and at the root of it all is a transmogrifier,
mere brittle universal porcelain doll,
all dressed up, going to school again, it's always fall.
and the leaves make these rides worth burning autumn countrysides.

chorus:
i get high off having some sort of connection,
there's apple pies of smoke caking the sky.
today the sun doesn't need to be my played out imagery,
i'm so in tune with distortion,
i enjoy losing my connection.

alias:
should i turn myself around? my favorite season has arrived
yet i won't be there to witness the descention.
the wind won't brush against my soul,
will the gray sky still exist even if i'm not a witness this time?
it's the perfect comfort being wrapped in a brisk afternoon,
walking with a loved one in the oaks.
this overcast ceiling is the feeling that soothes my inner being.
i'm four moons away, empty inside.
now i'm waiting for the day that i can return to the time i long for.
the ducks are gone, the sun can fully reach the ground.
the sound of trickling can be heard as i wander.
there's an eerie silence in the air that has me feeling quite relaxed.
as i lie in the coolness, a gust whistles through the stream,
dancing around my room..red, yellow, and orange replace the green.
it's the dawn of change in more ways than one,
now i'm in a repetitive environment
after being in labor for 108 hours of adjusting to the sun.
never would i have guessed that this would make me think
so much about every little thing that i encounter or witness.
so much to be reminded of, and so little time to just sit and ponder.

chorus