Beardfish - Sleeping In Traffic lyrics

I. Asleep? Waking up in panic A room not hot or cold Afraid to fall asleep again My other side will unfold I am on the edge of sanity Far out in a hazy, troubled dream I've scored the morning A crimson red thought Someone is struggling With the battles I've fought Sleeping in the traffic Red lights turn to green Blinding painted white lines Moving in between I am on the edge of sanity Far out in a hazy, troubled dream Time and time over It's always the same Reckon you know me Are you playing my game? Me is my own worst enemy… Me is my own worst enemy… II. Falling In a room of frantic fools Waiting for a juicy blues I present my guitar song Scratching strings with tones too long They see me with tired eyes Hidden coughs: “he's full of lies” Cigarette smoke and black tar stains Darkness feasts on my remains… Please save me… Out of darkness into light Still, there's no salvation inside Seven wishes, what's the first? Seven wishes quench your blood thirst k**ing has no consequence In a world that makes no sense Blow the brain that brought this up Blow the brain that thought this up Please save me… III. Invitation to Love Lady in the doorway With a face that's so kind Caressing smells Twisting my mind Magical evening And she's got the glow And though she's got it all She's giving it away... Her eyes begin to glow In the semi-dark room I move close and close my eyes And welcome her lips to mine She takes off her clothes Lets them slide down her hips Her body is glowing And she's giving it away… In the bed I lie awake There's one road for me to take I must leave while there's still time To find out this truth of mine IV. In the Presence of Seagulls Sleep...I'm only sleeping Notice that my eyes are open Run...what am I running from? The demons, they can't catch me while I'm travelling Dark...dark, dark, darkness Fills me up and set me free Sea...I smell ocean air Sleeping in the presence of seagulls V. Captain Flurry In the misty morning fog the dock lies clear Salty smell of coral reefs appears this time of year From the depths of Mother Earth he comes again It's Captain Flurry and his henchmen In spite of his old crooked back and generous age The beard, the pipe, his rusty sword He's a kleptomaniac sage man He knows the difference to what we call right or wrong And the henchmen sing in their old song “Har, har, we have sailed far From Norway to Peru Whatever Captain Flurry says You must believe, it's true” He says that: “well, the snow covers the igloos” He tells me: “it's hot and dry in the Sahara desert, hahaha” The kings and queens has got it in for us And I just missed the bus I'm running away now, away from pirates and seagulls and the dock of the bay Reaching sweet perfumed city streets, scented by gasoline and neon lights in sweet cooperation A guy yells: “hey!”, but I can't stop, 'cause the rhythm has got me by the balls, so to say I'm sneaking into the backstreets and some sleazy '70s disco club VI. Funky Club in the Backstreet with the Punk and the Glazed Eyed Lover The ceiling is a sky of bright, shining disco lights There's Bee Gees on the gramophone, they're singing “ha ha ha ha staying alive” Oh please, make me, take me through the night But the laughter from her is an ocean of sleep to my restless soul Tension leaves by her embrace, and her breasts they are not cold, they're not cold They're not cold at all In reflection of some slim shade goggles I decide to ease my stoned head A punk stays in my freeway line Taking up my precious time His hair is dyed in the colour blue Purple, green and yellow too “Hello, Dolly” on his lips And Dixieland groove in his hips He won't crack a smile for me Won't be calm, he can't be, see My arm is on the shoulder of The woman his dream's dependent on I have touched her deep inside “Well, have I?” says I, I'm just pa**ing by Says he'll send me straight to hell To teach me my lesson well His lady's staring at me She's a glazed eyed lover – concrete stone faced Supersonic ultra b**h She's tasting co*ktails – “which is which, hehehehe?” The b**h breathes fire and fire takes me higher than you The b**h breathes fire and fire takes me higher than you The b**h breathes fire and fire takes me higher than you The b**h breathes fire and fire takes me higher than you Do! Sleep...I'm only sleeping Dream...I'm only dreaming Drink...I'm only driving The punk is raising living hell I decide to grow my shell Run from here while I still can 'Cause he's got a gun in his hand Shooting bullets where they hit Or wherever they may fit My stomach begins to ache a bit And I collapse while thinking: “sh**!” The gun breathes fire and fire takes me higher than you The gun breathes fire and fire takes me higher than you The gun breathes fire and fire takes me higher than you The gun breathes fire and fire takes me higher than you Do! VII. Awake? Falling through the fire No constant speed left Falling faster and faster Do I really exist? Am I on the verge of sanity? In this hell of false humanity Sheets are filled with angst I once thought I'd escaped But time after time, the pattern is the same I get trapped in myself And there's no way out of here My mind is the maze that only I can face That only I can face That only I can face Me is my own worst enemy… Me is my own worst enemy…