Hello Maybe Everything

by Cata9tales

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released 01 October 2013

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Track Name: Welcome to the Jungle Book
I bellycrawl through the city of sin, the state of the art
The summer of my discontent, the fall of my heart
I’m ready for the masquerade and faded, jaded from the start
Sedated motley crusader, unafraid to wait and play my part

If I’m made in the shade of my Creator, tell me where’s the Maker’s mark?
Parade of now and later haters passing by me in the dark
And Lord I know I should be learning from the Sermon on the Mount
But the devil on my shoulder’s telling me to leave a bodycount

I’ve been around the mountain, seen the Valley of the Dolls
Chasing Long Tall Sally and the Demon Alcohol
They got 99 bottles of beer up on the wall
And I got 99 problems so I’m gonna drink ‘em all

And ladies love me ‘cause they think I’m a pretty boy toy
But I’m closer to Pretty Boy Floyd, I’m an outlaw
Before you dare admire me, take a closer look
Honey, welcome to my diary, welcome to the Jungle Book

So welcome to the jungle book
Take a second look, grab the hook before we fly away
One shot, two shots to the dome
Is that the angels singing or the ringing of the telephone?

So welcome to the jungle book
Take a second look, grab the hook before we fly away
One shot, two shots to the dome
I think I hear you knocking, baby, nobody’s home
(Nobody’s)

Home in the Hollywood Hills, they’re doing blow in Chateau bungalows
They got their Guns N’ Roses, overdosing in the afterglow
I hear the voice of reason creeping through the stereo
And I’m leaping out the window, screaming “Yo, Geronimo, leggo my ego”

A crowd of people waiting down below, they want a hero
Cause they can’t take another gigolo, another zero
Cause we have read the writing on the stalls
And we know we're gonna fall, jungle gonna kill us all

So crawl baby doll, go where eagles dare to fly
Be aware of the stars and infinity on high
Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die
Screaming lions and tigers and bears, oh my!

I no longer admire my own reflection in the vanity
A sabretooth tiger tearing at my own humanity
Or can it be the jungle’s making a man of me, who knows?
Wrote a song about it, wanna hear it? Here it go…

So welcome to the jungle book
Take a second look, grab the hook before we fly away
One shot, two shots to the dome
Is that the angels singing or the ringing of the telephone? So welcome to the jungle book
Take a second look, grab the hook before we fly away
One shot, two shots to the dome
I think I hear you knocking, baby, nobody's home


Why do kingdoms fall and nations crumble?
(It’s the law of the jungle, it’s the law of the jungle)
Why do bad men rise and good men stumble?
(It’s the law of the jungle, it’s the law of the jungle)
What is this new folly, little dreamer of dreams?
We’ll clothe the emperor in roses that we painted for the Queen
Let the dead wolf speak, let the trumpet ringer blow
And we’ll tumble like the walls of Jericho

I was raised by the wolves, now I’m hunted by the pack
They got me running through the jungle with a monkey on my back
A lack of satisfaction led me to abandon jungle law
Now I’ve got the eagle by the talon, got the tiger by the claw

And my philosophy will shock a flock of seagulla to the wall
Screaming, “Ollie. ollie, oxen free, I’m coming for you all”
And now this animal’s a part of me, I thought you oughta know
Welcome to the jungle, welcome to the show

So welcome to the jungle book
Take a second look, grab the hook before we fly away
One shot, two shots to the dome
Is that the angels singing or the ringing of the telephone?

So welcome to the jungle book
Take a second look, grab the hook before we fly away
One shot, two shots to the dome
I think I hear you knocking, baby, nobody’s home
Track Name: Tiger in a Tropical Storm
I send a loveletter through the razor wire
While the caged birds sing like a gospel choir, under hostile fire
We are lost vampires in our funeral attire on a cemetery high
And it's hotter than Texas in July
In the wreckage of abandone­­d lives secondhand alibis and ex-wives
Please God, get me home before the magic dies

Cause I realize there’s a man behind the curtain
And I’m certain that he’s working 9 to 5 to survive
And keep his dreams alive and feed a family of five
With no car to drive, when all hope has died
And his thoughts collide, he can’t hide
He’s so sick of this cheap disguise

It’s not what it seems
Kinda like the way you wear glasses though your eyes are fine
It’s a beautiful lie
She was Aphrodite with a Bowie knife carving her initials in the afterlife
And it’s my first night at Fight Club, so I guess I gotta fight
Like a broken glass on the underpass, like a teardrop in the sea
Like a firefly in the Vegas night, you dont seem to notice me
It’s supposed to be love
But I’m flying without the “f”
If I don’t say I gave it all ‘til I got nothing left

And I know this lonely road we travel on
Cause I call it home, baby you’re a tiger
You’re a survivor
And I know this lonely road we travel on
But you’re not alone
You’re a survivor
Baby, you’re a tiger in a tropical storm

Surprise! Now you find yourself on a road less traveled
Thoughts unraveled, my Adams apple drops like a judge’s gavel
Here you are again in that cocktail dress, and I confess
It’s nothing less
Than the most intense form of loneliness to be second best
But I digress

We undressed on the mezzanine
A "Pretty Hate Machine" meets "A Love Supreme"
And somewhere in between these hopes and dreams
These hearts they came apart, torn at the seems
To be the king and queen of impossible things

And now she’s “Gone With the Wind,” I call her Scarlett O’hara
She’s running like her mascara, I feel like “Cliché” Gueverra
A parachute that never opened, it’s the end of an era
She stared into my Labyrinth of sins, turn back Sarah

This affair has got a price and I could never understand
That she was stuck with Peter Pan
While mice and men were making plans
"Paradise Lost" in between these hourglass sands
She couldn’t stay in Neverland, she’s slipping through my Scissorhands

The American dream it seems to me
Is a pretty wife who’s silent when her husband cheats
The pain of seeing too clearly
And the loss of youth
Is a small price to pay
For the absolute truth

Women were built to suffer
That’s why they need constant declarations of love
Marriage isn’t something we do now and then
Except in America

And I know this lonely road we travel on
Cause I call it home, baby you’re a tiger
You’re a survivor
And I know this lonely road we travel on
But you’re not alone
You’re a survivor
Baby you’re a tiger

And I know this lonely road we travel on
Cause I call it home, baby you’re a tiger
You’re a survivor
And I know this lonely road we travel on
But you’re not alone
You’re a survivor
Baby you’re a tiger in a tropical storm
Track Name: Children of the Cloud
What fresh hell is this?
All ye voyeurs and narcissists
We are the bastard children of a thousand love songs
Children set free in the wild
Honey child, I’m a napalm serenade ready for the epilogue
Bottle rocket baby, I’m a sinner in the synagogue
Idiot savant, really I’m a dilettante
But tonight I can be anything thing that I want

Step one, I connect and inject a directive
Right into the neck of the digital collective
And once infected it’ll spread like a flame
Can’t reign or contain the information in my veins
I’m a counter-culture vulture circling cowboys on the plain
Of the world wide web or wild wild west
You know to me it’s all the same
And all around the Starfleet they coming out they carseats
And looking for a heartbeat, don’t they know that

After midnight all these hearts are turning digital
Forgive the children of the cloud
After midnight all these hearts no longer physical
Long live the children of the cloud


Hey you get off my cloud
I’m endowed with the right to take a virtual life
We hashtag these bodybags and smoke Instagrams
While we can, got the world in the palm of my hand
I’ll be damned, I’m a dominatrix with a fix
Yeah, we’re living in the Matrix, I think I saw a glitch
This attraction isn’t natural, it’s actually a trap
So you got a broken heart? Well theres an app for that

Now do you want it? I don’t know
Do you need it? Maybe so
It’s WTF OMG TMI LMFAO
We put the "end" in "friends" and t put the "lie" in believe
And then we dangle from the mangled tangled web we weave
And I concede that I’m a bitter politician, digital aborigine
Original magician, switching with the ace up in my sleeve
And all around the Starfleet they coming out they're carseats
And looking for a heartbeat, don’t they know that

After midnight all these hearts are turning digital
Forgive the children of the cloud
After midnight all these hearts no longer physical
Long live the children of the cloud
After midnight all these hearts will start a ritual
Forgive the children of the cloud
After midnight all these hearts will need a miracle
Long live the children of the cloud

Clouds overhead and it looks like rain
Now the sky gonna cry are you not entertained
So ladies grab your fellas
Fellas grab your umbrellas
Sing it loud
We are the children of the cloud

Clouds overhead and it looks like a storm
No shelter from the Helter Skelter
Here to keep us warm
So ladies grab your fellas
Fellas grab your umbrellas
Sing it loud
We are the children of the cloud

What fresh hell is this?
A bonfire for the arsonist
We are the poster children for a thousand swan songs
Children set free in the cloud
Sing it loud, I’m an artificial heartthrob
Armed with a megabomb
Dead man moonwalking
Talking revolution
And all around the Starfleet they're coming out they carseats
And looking for a heartbeat, don’t they know that

After midnight all these hearts are turning digital
Forgive the children of the cloud
After midnight all these hearts no longer physical
Long live the children of the cloud
After midnight all these hearts are turning digital
Forgive the children of the cloud
After midnight all these hearts no longer physical
Long live the children of the cloud
After midnight all these hearts will start a ritual
Take off the dress and live it loud
After midnight all these hearts will need a miracle
Long live the children of the cloud
Track Name: Heartbeats on Hold
It’s a dangerous liaison, got my phaser set to stun
These are the days of wine and razors at the age of twenty-one
Could I be infinite? Could I be everything I dreamed?
Or will I get pulled back through the cracks and trapped
Attracted like a tractor beam?

I’m in between a rock, shot clock and a guillotine
A fiend for the silver screen since I was barely seventeen
Making love behind elevator doors, between floors
Living in the Big Apple but I’m rotten to the core

I’m twenty-four, and I’m headed for the war
Like a bull to the matador
Falling, spralling down on a double edged sword
Then bleeding out and crawling back for more
And if memory serves I’m an alcoholic
Well, if I’m not, then I’m drinking a lot

And I forgot about the, whatchamacallit?
Placing bids on burial plots
No pot of gold where the rainbow hits the ground
It’s the city of the angels, baby, not a halo around
Forget the names of the flames and the pain
And all the little things you lost
Just get the fame at any cost…yeah

Then it creeps up on ya
Kinda like the sunrise in California
You got it made from the cradle to the grave
If the rhythm is the master, baby, maybe you’re a slave

And you know we tried to warn ya
Cause nothing hurts like California
You got it made from the cradle to the grave
Who needs a savior if there’s nothing here to save?

It’s a dangerous liaison, got my phaser set to killI’m twenty-seven, south of heaven, and you’re looking for a thrill
Could I be infinite? Could I be everything you dreamed?
Christian Grey or Christian greater, maybe something in between?

I mean, I’ve seen a lot of papers and a lot of magazines
But you’re the hottest thing floating in those painted-on jeansBut the finer things don’t mean a thing to the queen
Here, follow me to the ocean and I’ll show you what I mean

And what a scene, when they found her body washed up on the shore
And all the paparazzi Nazis crowded around her like a corpse
Of course, I was a million miles away in a Hollywood hotel
With a fellow libertine, a hot young thing, we called her Jezebel

And what the hell, I may as well embellish this as well
You tell me I’m a different person, but it doesn’t ring a bell
So if you need me, baby, better telephone the catacombs
Cause I’m better off alone…yeah

Then it creeps up on ya
Kinda like the sunrise in California
You got it made from the cradle to the grave
If the rhythm is the master, baby, maybe you’re a slave

And you know we tried to warn ya
Cause nothing hurts like California
You got it made from the cradle to the grave
Who really needs a savior when there’s nothing here to save?

And oh, the lies we told
How we would never grow up and we’d never grow old
But we sure grew cold, got bought and sold
Hello operator, help me
Heartbeats on hold
And oh, the songs we sing
Of unspoken promises and broken wings
And it stings how we sold our soul for the silver and gold
Hello operator, help me
Heartbeats on hold

It’s a dangerous liaison, got my phaser set to love
Yeah I’m in my dirty thirties looking for answers from above
Like, am I infinite? Or am I just a poet’s dream?
Meaning, if you say you love me I’ll I believe in anything

I’m on a wing and a prayer, and yeah, sometimes I wanna be a star
Not the kind you see on t.v., but you wish on from afar
So forget the spot and hit me with a shot of moonlight
Cause I got it all together now, right? Right?

Then it creeps up on ya
Kinda like the sunrise in California
You got it made from the cradle to the grave
If the rhythm is the master, baby, maybe you’re a slave

And you know we tried to warn ya
Cause nothing burns like California
You got it made from the cradle to the grave
Who really needs a savior when there’s nothing here to save?

And oh, the lies we told
How we would never grow up and we’d never grow old
But we sure grew cold, got bought and sold
Hello operator, help me
Heartbeats on hold

And oh, the songs we sing
Of unspoken promises and broken wings
And it stings how we sold our soul for the silver and gold
Hello operator, help me...
Track Name: Death of a Household Name
Welcome to the future, where everyone is famous for 15 seconds
Above it all guard your heart
My dearly departed
Before they take it and shake it and break it and make it
A faceless work of art
Before the venomous enemy sends another friend to tear it apart
Before you lose yourself around the bend
And end before you start

I was a melancholy bounty hunter living inside of a dream
A fiend, the afterlife of the party
The boy who killed the king
And I wanted to be a better man but I got lost along the way
I got a fistful of silver and a kiss to betray

We used to be one nation under God
I guess He got in the way, but hey
With all of our might, we’re still gonna fight
Who needs Him anyway?
If I could pray today, I’d pave the way and stop my own decay
Turn my wrong to right, the dark to light
But no one can show me the way

Cause they’re so wrapped up in themselves they’re mummified
Pride got ‘em
Christ found His bride dead
A suicide at rock bottom
And I still believe in God, I think it’s just a shame
That in 2,000 years they won’t remember your name, sing

All around the world today they know my name
And I’ll never be the same
Still the wind gonna blow and you and I both know
The party’s over so we gotta go

I held the rain I felt the pain
And I’ll never be the same
Still the band played on and they were singing our song
And you and I sang along, sing

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
And I’ll never be the same
But I’m glad you came
To help me celebrate the death of a household name, sing

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
And I’ll never be the same
But I’m glad you came
To help me celebrate the death of a household name

Is everybody tucked in?
The celebration is about to begin

Of all the gin joints in the world
You stumbled and tumbled into mine
Fumbling for your keys and leaving the scene of the crime
Believing the line that all men are swine
And created equally blind, defined
She gave back the ring and everything but can’t get back the time

Because weeks turn to months, months turn to years
Years turn to tears, tears turn to beers, beers turn to Everclear
She gave up her school, forget a job or career
But when she met the other woman it became crystal clear

And now we’re here, right or wrong
You know the song remains the same
She can’t change the past, she can only change her name
And do the walk of shame around the chalk line of an old flame
If we can’t blame each other we can blame it on the rain

It ain’t gonna rain no more no more
It ain’t gonna rain no more
It ain’t gonna rain no more no more
It ain’t gonna rain no more

Chorus

Hello...Maybe...Everything

Above it all weather the storm
Cause even when you want to quit
You gotta muster up the grit
To carry on
And must admit your faults and failures
Stitch a heart forever torn
A rose by any other name
Will still remain among the thorns

I was adorned in Technicolor, shades of gray and braggadocio
The caterpillar turned to Godzilla over Tokyo
Pinnochio became a real boy like he should
Then he popped a fist of molly and he moved to Hollywood

I was addicted to the rhythm
Self-inflicted masochism
Then I felt the thunderclap of the boom-baptism
Tell my mom and dad I love them, and the quest ain’t in vain
Call all we ever wanted to be
Was a household name
Track Name: Stereoblivion
Stay in the car, hit the locks
If I’m not back in 10 minutes tops, call the cops
And tell 'em they cant be stopped
Cadavers in coffeeshops
I prefer my undead with a little bit of life

They march like an Army of Darkness
Through Arkham Asylum with kryptonite crosses
But I will not help you foster this apocalypse
I got the key, so listen to me

I turn the radio up but all I can hear is the echo
I turn the radio up but all I can hear is the echo

The hills are alive with the sound of these slaves
Who don’t know the airwaves are gold plated graves
But they sing and they dance and they sway and obey and decay
While these forces set torches ablaze

So what are the chances that we’ll ever thrive
In a beehive where the best you can do is survive?
Tonight, I need you to stay here, stay alive
And maybe these lips will collide

Just give me a shot
I’ll climb the antennae to radio freedom
And lead 'em to victory

Ready or not
Cause they got the money and power
The hour of reckoning beckoning

Give it to God
Cause I’m on the side of the angels
But I know my demons too well

And they like it hot
So give me the lighter, I'll set em on fire
And watch 'em burn brighter, get higher

I turn the radio up but all I can hear is the echo
I turn the radio up but all I can hear is the echo
I turn the radio up but all I can hear is the echo
I turn the radio up but all I can hear is the echo

I turn the radio up
But I can't seem to drown out the sound
I think I'm surrounded, it's satellite down
Stereoblivion
Vivien Leigh in a "Streetcar for Hire"

I turn the radio up
But I hear no one honest
It's dark but the dawn us upon us
They’ve broken their promise
So we’ve got to harness
The underground’s burning
So pass it around

Hey!
Open the door!
The levee has broken
They’ve spoken
We’re not safe here anymore
They’ve got us cornered like animals
Some kind of cannibals
Bearing their teeth and their mandibles

Hannibal Lecter got nothing on this kind of violence
The silence of man is a curse
We're caught in the friction of this new addicition
Our own crucifixion
So ready the hearse

So what are the chances that we'll ever see
Past the dirt and the dust and the smoke and debris?
They keep shoving these jokes down our throat 'til we choke
Can't you see we're surrounded? It's just you and me

They're coming in fast
But the car ain't gonna drive
I syphoned the tank and threw gas on the hive
But I need you to stay here with me, stay alive
And maybe these hips will collide

I turn the radio up but all I can hear is the echo
I turn the radio up but all I can hear is the echo
Track Name: Bestella
Please don’t feed me black eyed peas
I still remember that smell, cocoa butter and tea leaves
And Michael Jackson jackets with the zippers up the sleeve
Watching daytime dramas whenever momma would leave

I was hanging from a tire swing in The Giving Tree
In the Dixieland summer, it was 1983
And everything was beautiful and nothing hurt but our knees
Digging in the dirt while she worked and made us grilled cheese

And if we’d read the instructions she’d make us blueberry muffins
And mama paid her every day because she had next to nothing
We gave her snuff on holidays, took her home around the way
Burning tires in the yard to keep the spirits away

And I know sounds like a Confederate cliché
Three little white boys raised by a black maid
It’s a part of my childhood, something I would never trade
These moments slip away
But memories never fade

I remember that church on the day you died
It was a celebration and nobody cried

Bestella
These hearts were born to roam
It’s a long way home
Alright
But I swear tonight I’m gonna see those lights

Bestella
These hearts were born to roam
It’s a long way home
Alright
But I swear tonight I’m gonna make it right

That boy became a man, that man became a song
It was a tale of love and loss and dark and light and right and wrong
Through the mountains and the valleys, city sidewalks and the alleys
He would ricochet, but someday he would find himself nostalgic

For the little things, tire swings, hello maybe everything
Jello pudding, pop rocks, tin cans on a string
Running through the forest to the chorus of birds
Singing songs to the heavens, yeah, without a single word

But I’m gonna find a way, I’ll find a way
To get back to him someday
I’m gonna find a way, I’ll find a way
Everything’s gonna be OK

We go round and round and round and round and round and round
Like a record ‘til we all fall down
But I still see her face when I look up at the sky
Yeah I still hear Bessie saying “don’t you cry”

Shhh…honey child, don’t you cry…

Bestella
These hearts were born to roam
It’s a long way home
Alright
But I swear tonight I’m gonna see those lights

Bestella
These hearts were born to roam
It’s a long way home
Alright
But I swear tonight I’m gonna make it right

Bestella
These hearts were born to roam
It’s a long way home
Alright
But I swear tonight I’m gonna make it right

Bestella
These hearts were born to roam
It’s a long way home
Alright, alright, alright, here we go
(Long way home)

Brothers and sisters, I wanna rock right now (long way home)
Brothers and sisters, I wanna rock right now (long way home)
Brothers and sisters, I wanna rock right now (it’s a long way home)Brothers and sisters, I wanna rock right now (long way home)
Track Name: When Doves Lie
It was all a dream, I woke up screaming in a Yellow Submarine
Underwater where treasured daughters slowly turn to drama queens
I’m feeling seasick in the mainstream, I need some Dramamine
I’m here to make a scene, know what I mean?

I’m dressed up to the nenes, I mean the nines
"Love is What I Got", so call me Sublime
I feel like INXS, I must confess, you’re "One of My Kind"
And I must be out of my mind to tangle with this madamoiselle
Now it’s a one night standoff in a Vegas hotel

She was at the bar doing Jager bombs the size of the Death Star
And I’m an urchin, soul-searching through the swamps of Dagobah
I thought that I was bulletproof, my heart was made of Kevlar
But now I’m flying like Tracy Chapman in a Fast Car, Nascar

Her guard up like the Kremlin, window shopping, never buying
Notches in her bedpost like Gremlins, yeah they’re steady multiplying
It’s alright, ma, I’m only sighing, ain’t no crying though
I’m Lion-O, I wanna hear the Thundercats say “ho!”

I want next year’s model in last year’s bottle
Be careful what you wish because it’s coming full throttle
These old heartaches become new mistakes
These new mistakes become little earthquakes
She was the Princess Bride, I can’t hide the pain
I’m like Prince, yeah she left me standing in the Purple Rain
I gotta whole lotta love, now it’s falling from the sky
This is what it sounds like when doves lie

I saw your face last night on the radio
I saw your face last night on the radio

Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of love
In a melancholy Maserati with somebody to shove
I wasn’t smoking and drinking, yeah I was too busy thinking
About how the truth can kill like John Wilkes Booth did Lincoln

This ship is sinking, ran aground into a bank of sand
I feel like Ron Burgundy, yeah I need an anchor, man
Cause if you’re just a talker, yeah then I don’t even bother
It’s like Skywalker on Maury Povich, saying
“Darth, you are not the father”

She stole my heart, now there’s a hole in my soul
I guess the blues had a baby and they called it rock n’ roll
This ain’t Maybach music, this is payback music and I use it
If you choose it, love is like a bomb, defuse it, don’t abuse it

Cause you’ll lose it, I’m just trying to be the beast, I mean the best
The one who flew over the cuckoo’s nest, I won’t settle for less
This is the Genesis of bliss, an Invisible Touch
I’m the Incredible Hulk and you’re my latest gamma crush

I want next year’s model in last year’s bottle
Be careful what you wish because it’s coming full throttle
These old heartaches become new mistakes
These new mistakes become Alabama Shakes
She was the Princess Bride, I can’t hide the pain
I’m like Prince, yeah she left me standing in the Purple Rain
I gotta whole lotta love, now it’s falling from the sky
This is what it sounds like when doves lie

I saw your face last night on the radio
Warp speed, Number 1, make it so
I saw your face last night on the radio
I gotta go, this radiator ‘bout to blow

Nightfall in Babylon and we’re just babbling on and on
We’re rabble rousers, singing songs like Robert Plant, we Ramble On
With our tambourynes, I mean our tambourines we'll shake the sun
Cause we're gamblers yeah we know when to talk
And we know when to run

Don’t fake it, we’re not gonna take it, Twisted Sister, Mister Mister
I’ll Take These Broken Wings and sing until you get the picture
Lloyd Dobbler, I’ll Say Anything, I’m out here on your block
With my boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boombox

I want next year’s model in last year’s bottle
Be careful what you wish because it’s coming full throttle
These old heartaches become new mistakes
These new mistakes become little earthquakes
She was the Princess Bride, I can’t hide the pain
I’m like Prince, yeah she left me standing in the Purple Rain
I gotta whole lotta love, now it’s falling from the sky
This is what it sounds like when doves lie

I want next year’s model in last year’s bottle
Be careful what you wish because it’s coming full throttle
These old heartaches become new mistakes
These new mistakes become Alabama Shakes
She was the Princess Bride, I can’t hide the pain
I’m like Prince, yeah she left me standing in the Purple Rain
I gotta whole lotta love, now it’s falling from the sky
This is what it sounds like when doves lie

I saw your face last night on the radio
I saw your face last night on the radio
I saw your face last night on the radio
I saw your face on the radio
Track Name: Lock the Door, Swallow the Key
Dis-moi, qu’y a-t-il derrière ce regard vide?
Que vois-tu?
On dit que la vérité te libère
Ferme la porte, avale la clé

Welcome to the world of the plastic and spastic
Elastic hearts that trip the light fantastic
A classic massacre, Jurassic Park
They running wild in the kingdom, Disney after Dark

No bark, but the bite of a shark
Spitting sharp darts, but they missing the mark
We embark on a mission from God to set 'em straight
And shake the fake snakes 'til they break

They rolled out the red carpet and we ran right through it
We aint come here in a Caddy, man, we came here in a Buick
And I knew it they full of it
The wool they gonna pull it
Grooving like a moving target in the market for a bullet

Got the shotgun blues and brand new tattoos
On the level with the devil, got nothing left to lose
Place bids and bets like rap Russian Roulette
But I'm a poet, not a rapper, you ain't seen nothing yet

Looking for A Love Supreme like chasing Jason Bourne
Heavy is the head that wears the crown of thorns
The secrets we keep weigh us down like concrete
Sleeping with the fish, make a wish in the deep

That no one would know what goes on below
Rock Pandora’s boombox, on with the show
Need a personal Jesus like Depeche Mode
Down the long and winding road, I let 'em know

Sometimes it gets so dark, and you're feeling
Like a Roman candle looking for a spark
Don’t give it up to me but give it up to God
Don’t give it up to me but give it up to God

Sometimes it gets so hard
And youre feeling like a house of cards
You might fall apart
Don’t give it up to me but give it up to God
Don’t give it up to me but give it up to God

Just because you've become a young man, now
There's still some things that you don't understand

I’ve seen a million pretty girls and they all look the same
I just want one with soul and an amplified brain
She could teach me things and I could teach her back
Put a candle to her heart and make her pulse react

In fact Jack, let's get down to the brass tacks
Crack walls, make 'em fall like stocks on the NasDaq
Pack heat rat-tat-tat
Blowing holes in their sould like rock n roll aint never heard of "Rap Attack"

Lost faith in a black Cadillac
When my parachute failed I took up arms like Iraq
Rebelled, repelled down the wishing well, stole back my nickels
Got skeletons? I will never tell

We take take litte dreams, try to make them more
Playing fiddle in the middle of a war
But riddle me this as smoke creeps under the door
What happens when you get the thing you would die for?

Sometimes it gets so hard
And youre feeling like a battle scar upon the boulevard
Don’t give it up to me but give it up to God
Don’t give it up to me but give it up to God

Sometimes it gets so dark
And youre feeling like a bleeding heart
Up in a pool of sharks
Don’t give it up to me but give it up to God
Don’t give it up to me but give it up to God

Everybody gotta rise from the gutter and debris
Baby, float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Take these regrets and make them history
Then lock the door, swallow the key

If it was up to me, I’d tear down the sky
Step right into hell, look the devil in the eye
Take back everything that he stole from me
Then lock the door, swallow the key

Just because you've become a young man, now
There's still some things that you don't understand

So follow me, I'm a felon with a skeleton key
Open up your ribcage, set your heart free
Im a work of art, a part of something greater than a man
A Joker brushstroked by the Master's hand

I was an empty kind of vessel, hollow body guitar
One foot in the gutter and the other n the stars
Without His love, I won’t get very far
Damn right I’m gonna show my scars, see?

Ces squelettes ils dansent
Pas d’introduction ou d’adieu
Seul l’amour dans le chaos
Bonjour est peut-être tout
Track Name: Hello Maybe Everything
Hello, maybe I’m a star
Or maybe I'm a bridge too far
Just another cable car with scar
On the boulevard of broken dreams
These fugazi frauds will take advantage of our crazy hearts
If we let 'em

You and I have always been the underdogs
Our inner dialogues are jihads
But we try so hard
So bring me that horizon
Or a hooker that accepts memorized credit cards
Just kidding

Every end is a beginning and we’re in the ninth inning
But we sit here grinning and sinning
While the totem keeps spinning
Making sure it’s not a dream, an "Inception" scene
Is it real or is it Maybelline?
Were pilots in the stone temple
Flies in the Vasoline
I went berzerk like Wolverine
But I’m coming clean (know what I mean?)

I remember those New York nights and those LA dawns
The big city lights and those country farms
And how I woke heartbroken to the sound of alarms
Couldn't take it so I cut the tattoo from my arm

It reminded me of that Semi-Charmed Life
Standing at the gates of heaven with a switchblade knife
St. Peter with a heater telling me to think twice
(Boy, you better think twice)

But every morning I wake up, take up, shake up
These cobwebs from my head
Take the halo from my bed
And I chase butterflies and the words I said
Around the table like a fable that I read as a kid
Uncovering things once hid
And these demons come up from below to take my God-given glow
But they wont, so I sing

Hello maybe everything
The songs we sing
Will be an offering for days spent in between
The friction of our hopes and dreams

Hello maybe everything
The songs we sing
Will be the only gifts we have fit for a king
So hello maybe everything

Hello
Hello

Maybe everything will be alright
Maybe we could fall in love tonight
And hitch our wagon to a satellite
Catch a falling star, realize who we are
Just rebels without applause and I pause because

I've seen the roses turn blue In the presence of her crimson lips
And her fingertips
And I’d love to tell her how I feel but I am not equipped
I'm just an anchor on a sinking ship

Every day I wake up, take up. shake up this blood inside my pen
And I run to where I end and where you begin
I can't pretend, you're my only friend
And I don't want this book to end, I want another chapter
I want the dead lovers of the world to heart our laughter
Rise to the rafters
While we dance happily ever after

These hearts shoot sparks and champagne rainbows
But never quite work the same
You’ll always be my New York skyline
I’ll always be your acid rain
This eternal flame will keep burning
And the world will keep turning
Wild horses will never be tamed
Still I remain
Cause I’ve been through hell
But I cant complain
That’s why I sing

Hello maybe everything
The songs we sing
Will be an offering for days spent in between
The friction of our hopes and dreams

Hello maybe everything
The songs we sing
Will be the only gifts we have fit for a king
So hello maybe everything

Hello
Hello
Hello