- Lyrics
- Album list
Michael McGuire
-
Junglehead
Detailed noise; ambitious fatigue,
Woman; slit dress; exposed need,
Draining the core; angel-nest,
Dirty ambience; purified pest.
Man who smells like he hasn't bathed in three weeks; combs his hair to perfection in reflection of restaurant window.
Got the jungle in my head,
Got the jungle in my head,
The living wrecks; the petty dead,
Got the jungle in my head.
Business stomach; asphalt digest soul,
Casual impatience; high heels; manhole,
Corrupt integrity; symbolic structure yield,
Erotic friction; day work build.
Woman in a designer dress stumbles out of towering office building; crying out loud, Tears freely falling, people pretend not to notice.
Got the jungle in my head,
Got the jungle in my head,
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
The living wrecks; the petty dead,
Got the jungle in my head.
Just where is the shape of my being,
In the schematics of this accident,
I feel like a ghost nobody's scared of,
I move thru this scene of oblivion and light,
I am focused like a shadow on its source,
With nothing in my head that feels like me.
Venomous pity; brick-laid plans,
Reason's rush automated; epic lunch,
Parking lot paradox; suicide drop,
Titans; Predators; game en masse.
A sound; at first puzzling then recognized, Saxophone,
Man plays from in front of bank plaza the sound; incongruous; adds some kind of undeserved dignity to the dirty ambience,
I look into his face as I drive slowly past, He is not like me; he is not one of us.
-
|
