Todd Rundgren: World Wide (Epiphany) Web compositions
Artist
Todd Rundgren
- The Surf Talks
- Hit Me Like A Train
- Where Does The Time Go?
- Buffalo Grass
- Jerk
- Mary and the Holy Ghost
- I Hate My Frickin ISP
- Attitude
- Frogs
Oooh I love you
Giggle giggle
The surf talks
Do you love me too?
If the surf could talk, I know she'd ask
"Do you think you're equal to the task?"
If the surf could talk, she'd say
"Beware I love you"
So I'd answer very carefully
And I'd ask if she'd be there for me
And the surf says "always
Beware I love you"
The surf says "I want you like you want me
Am I in you? Are you in me?
Tell me"
The surf talks
And it knows what to say
The surf talks
I must learn to obey
The gun cocks, the clock stops, the earth rocks, the surf talks
The surf talks
Puts its tongue on my skin
The surf talks
While it's sucking me in
The door locks and unlocks, the veil drops, the surf talks
She has promised me a beach of pearls
And an endless wave, a perfect curl
And she tells me always
"Beware I love you"
She will place the world inside my hand
She will touch the soul of every man
She will take my message
"I'm here to love you"
The surf says "I want you here inside me
Am I in you? Are you in me?
Tell me"
We are standing on a beach of pearls
We are riding deep inside the curl
And everybody all around the world
Must surrender when your flag unfurls
We are standing on a beach of pearls
We are riding deep inside the curl
And everybody all around the world
Will be dancing in the sea.
I have visions, I have visions of a happy land
And in this happy land, happy land
There is still one unhappy man
Because of all the things he wants
There is always something he can't have
It's like a siren singing, like a church bell ringing
I can feel you winning, and my head starts spinning
Now I'm back at the beginning
I, I, I see you lying there and
I, I felt a wave come over me and
I, I, I thought I had escaped you
As I sat down by the roadside
And it hit me like a train
Hit me like a freight train
When the truth came down on me
It hit me like a long, slow train
It is written, I know it's written
All God's children get smitten
And if there's anyone, anybody
I know the [Lord] can fit that description
And if I could turn back the hands of time
Still I wouldn't know what I'm supposed to change
It's like a well gone dry, like a kiss goodbye
As the grip gets tighter, I continue to fight it
Then you strike me with your lightning
I, I, I woke up in a cold sweat and
I, I thought I heard you call my name and
I, I, I had to reach out for your fingers
And before I could call the doctor
You hit me like a train
Hit me like a freight train
When the truth came down on me
Swear you hit me like a long, slow train
Lord you hit me like a train
Hit me like a coal train
When your love came down on me yeah
Say hit me like a long, slow
Lord I feel it coming down and
I, I, I, I, oooh
I, I, I, oh Lord have mercy [on me]
I can't hold out no longer
I was ready to surrender
And it hit me like a train yeah
Hit me like a freight train
When your love came down on me yeah
And it me like a long, slow train
Lord you hit me like a train
Hit me like a soul train
When your love, when your love came down on me child
Hit me like a long slow [how long was it] long train
Hit me like a coal train?
I've got a great big problem that I can't fix.
I think it's quarter to three when it's half past six.
Everything's early or way too late.
Now I never can remember the day and the date.
Never used to be this much trouble before.
I used to watch the clock but not anymore.
I used to keep track of the time I'd lose,
But now the whole thing has me so confused.
I have to find a new job every week or so,
'Cause no one needs a man who's always fast or slow.
Still you'll get no complaint from me,
But what can the answer be?
Where does the time go when I'm with you?
How many hours do I lose every day?
They recombine when I'm missing you,
Slowing me down like a digital delay.
Where does the time go when I'm with you?
Why does it seem like there's never enough?
It's just like I'm living split in two.
Two kinds of time when you're out and in love.
There's only so much pleasure a man can take,
'Til his brain starts to go and his senses fade.
Doesn't need to eat or drink or sleep.
Can't feel a thing 'cause he's in too deep.
Walks around thinking that the world is fine,
While an alien force takes over his mind.
And then he throws away every single dime,
And the last thing to go is his sense of time.
But then if you're having fun,
Who cares if you're that far gone?
They tell me that time's not free.
What did time ever do for me?
And if I don't see that's wrong,
Then maybe I'm too far gone.
Saw you once and you looked so sweet
Saw you twice and I felt complete
Three times thought I'd get some peace
Dozen times and there's no release
And I was already gone
And life goes on in white and black
Cloaking the stealth of your attack
The tendrils creep through every crack
And every time I cut you off
You grow right back
Like buffalo grass
You crawled across my heart
Oh like buffalo grass
Wrapped yourself around my heart
Day goes by and I think I feel clean
Week goes by and I feel serene
Month goes by like you're just a dream
Year goes by I'm back on my knees
When I was already gone
But since you first infected me
We've been connected karmically
Should I escape your gravity
In every other solar system
There you'll be
Like buffalo grass
You crawled across my heart
Oh like buffalo grass
Wrapped yourself around my heart
Like buffalo grass
You crawled across my heart
Oh like hele hele
Cat claw across my heart
Empires fall and the roach will rule
Lifetimes pass and I'm still your fool
Universe collapses in a silvery pool
Watering the root that connects me to you
With friends like these,
Who needs enemies?
With friends like these,
Who needs enemies?
With friends like these,
Who needs enemies?
With friends like these,
With friends like these
I wanna grind you down to atoms
Grind you down to atoms
I wanna grind you down
Grind you down to atoms
Jerk
Why bother
Jerk
Why bother
Jerk
Why bother
Get you out of my system
I wanna pound you down to powder
Pound you down to powder
I wanna pound you down to powder
Pound you down to powder
You got a boy child comin
Gonna be a sonofagun
The reason that I signed up
Is the reason that I hate it
I know she's made her mind up
I just don't know how she's made it
And my dial-up screen has locked me
Into a touch tone tune monotony
Because some snot-nosed pube has blocked me out
And I wait
And I wait
And I hate my frickin ISP
He ain't got go bandwidth left for me
And I'll never get back
Never get back the time that I waste
That's what I hate
My job's so hard to swallow
But it's got me by the collar
In some Motel 6 squalor
Where every local call's a dollar
I got no time left to jack off
I got a deadline that won't back off
I'm about to chew my own leg off
Cause it's so late
And I'm late
And I hate my frickin ISP
I get bumped for inactivity
And I'll never get back
Never get back the time that I waste
That's what I hate
It rained CD roms that gave me
Twenty hours free
I let my service provider
Make a junky outta me
And then he cut me off
From my online community
And now I hate, I hate it
I hate I hate I hate I hate
I hate my frickin ISP
His domain name lookup takes eternity
etc...
Na na na na na
Kid's kind of dirty and a light on you
But talk, talk, talk is all you can do
You want to know how to play a game of show and tell
But you're just not getting off on yourself
When you got to get a message through
It's not what you do
It's your attitude
And there is nothing stopping you
It's not what you do
It's your attitude
You got to get off on yourself
And give them that attitude
You got shrink wrap rap and a prefab smile
Too much substance, not enough style
You got your new age voodoo, but that won't help
'Cause you're just not getting off on yourself
When you got to get a message through
It's not what you do
It's your attitude
And there is nothing stopping you
It's not what you do
It's your attitude
So you got to get off on yourself
And give it the attitude
Now that you're OK and I'm OK
Decide to have it out or to get away
If I didn't believe every word I say
I wouldn't be the man that I am today
It ain't no secret, it don't take money
So give it to yourself, in a way it's funny
Just try to do right, and it comes right through
Don't care about the don'ts and do's
If you want to get a message through
It's not what you do
It's your attitude
And there is nothing stopping you
It's not what you do
It's your attitude
You got to get off on yourself, stay up on yourself
Get yourself an attitude
It's the way you walk and the way you talk
And the way you do everything you do
You got the attitude
They will hide in every crevice, in any urn, or keg.
If you stand still for a second, they'll be crawling up your leg.
And the stench that develops can leave you agog.
For the air is foul with droppings, and the streets are soaked with gore,
As they're tossed from open windows on the third and second floor.
And what is the sound of a plummeting frog?
It's a sickening flap like a rock in a bog.
They scare the pets and clog the drain. The cow licked one and went insane.
Those friggin' frogs.
Those fraggin' frogs.
Those friggin' fraggin' friggin' fraggin'
Frogs in every shape and size that stare with nictitating eyes.
They croak their endless monologues - those friggin' frogs.
If I offend then please forgive my liberal use of expletive.
The friggin' frogs
Frogs
Splat goes another toadie spraying entrails on your boots,
As they're crowded off the rooftops by a wave of new recruits.
To call it a plague isn't nearly enough.
I've heard all the explanations, and I've done what they suggest,
But the changes to my lifestyle are unbearable at best.
I've gnawed on their legs 'til I long to throw up.
When I comfort my wife, they abruptly disrupt.
And the racket never seems to stop. Do they ever rest? Apparently not.
Those friggin' frogs.
Those fraggin' frogs.
They frig. They frag. They frig. They frag.
Despite the hype, the fact remains we're drowning in amphibiains.
It's not just pouring cats or dogs, it's raining frogs.
It's plain to see we've reached a state where one cannot exaggerate.
It's raining frogs.
Frogs in every shape and size that stare with nictitating eyes.
They croak their endless monologues - those friggin' frogs.
If I offend then please forgive my liberal use of expletive.
The friggin' frogs
Frogs
For nearly a fortnight I've gone without sleep,
While eternally blissful they bellow in heat,
Then climb on each other and mate while they hop.
The result is a slimy gelatinous glop.
The cistern and the watering holes are swarmed with slithery taddly poles.
Those friggin', fraggin', friggin, fraggin',...
Frogs in every shape and size that stare with nictitating eyes.
They croak their endless monologues - those friggin' frogs.
If I offend then please forgive my liberal use of expletive.
The friggin' frogs
Frogs
Despite the hype, the fact remains we're drowning in amphibiains.
It's not just pouring cats or dogs, it's raining frogs.
It's plain to see we've reached a state where one cannot exaggerate.
It's raining frogs.
Frogs
Lyrics v. 2.4.2
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