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letra de sizzle, dizzle! - sryan

[adam maples]
we might be going somewhere
but before we go we must make our things
all i wanna see you do is the sizzle, dizzle
the sizzle, dizzle
sizzle, dizzle

[sryan]
people living their lives for you on tv
they say they’re better than you and you agree
he says “hold my calls from behind those cold brick walls”
says “come here boys, there ain’t nothing for free”
another doctor’s bill, a lawyer’s bill
another cute cheap thrill
you know you love him if you put in your will
we try to hustle them, try to bustle them, try to cuss them
the cops want someone to bust down on orleans avenue
another day, another dollar, another war
another tower went up, where the homeless had their homes
so we pray to as many different gods as there are flowers
but we call religion our friend
we’re so worried about saving our souls
afraid that god will take his toll
that we forget to begin
some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their k!ll
you got social security, but that doesn’t pay your bills
there are addictions to feed and there are mouths to pay
so you bargain with the devil, say you’re ok for today
you say that you love them, take their money and run
say it’s been swell, sweetheart, but it was just one of those things
those flings, those strings you’ve got to cut
so get out on the streets, girls, and bust you b-tts
you took your coat off and stood in the rain
you’re always crazy like that
and i watched from my window
always felt i was outside looking in on you
you’re always the mysterious one with
dark eyes and careless hair
you were fashionably sensitive
but too cool to care
you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
besides some comment on the weather
you’re always brilliant in the morning
smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee
your philosophies on art, baroque moved you
you loved mozart and you’d speak of your loved ones
as i clumsily strummed my guitar
you’d teach me of honest things
things that were daring, things that were clean
things that knew what an honest dollar did mean
i hid my soiled hands behind my back
somewhere along the line, i must’ve got
off track with you

[sryan]
we might be going somewhere
but before we go we must make our things
all i wanna see you do is the sizzle, dizzle
the sizzle, dizzle
sizzle, dizzle

[adam maples]
eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
watching the clouds roll by
they remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times long ago
when she used to color carelessly painted his portrait
a thousand times-or maybe just his smile-
and she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go
oil streaked daisies covered the living room wall
he put water-colored roses in her hair
he said, “love, i love you, i want to give you mountains, the sunshine, the sunset too
i just want to give you a world as beautiful as you are to me
so they sat down and made a drawing of their love, they made it an art to live by
they painted every, p-ssion every home, created every beautiful child
in the winter they were weavers of warmth, in summer they were carpenters of love
they thought blue prints were too sad so they made them yellow
until one day the rain fell as thick as black oil
and in her heart she knew something was wrong
she went running through the orchard screaming
‘no god, don’t take him from me!,’
but buy the time she got there, she feared he already had gone
she got to where he lay, water-colored roses in his hands for her
she threw them down screaming, ‘d-mn you man, don’t leave me
with nothing left behind but these cold paintings, these cold portraits to remind me!
he said, ‘love i leave, but only a little, try to understand
i put my soul in this life we created with these four hands
love, i leave, but only a little this world holds me still
my body may die now, but these paintings are real.’
so many seasons came and many seasons went
and many times she saw her loves face watering the flowers
talking to the trees and singing to his children
and when the wind blew, she knew he was listening
and how he seamed to laugh along, and how he seemed to hold her
when she was crying

[adam maples]
let the phone ring, let’s go back to sleep
let the world spin outside out door, you’re the only one that i wanna see
tell your boss you’re sick, hurry, get back in i’m getting cold
get over here and warm my hands up, boy, it’s you they love to hold
and stop thinking about what your sister said
stop worrying about it, the cat’s already been fed
we might be going somewhere
but before we go we must make our things
all i wanna see you do is the sizzle, dizzle
the sizzle, dizzle
sizzle, dizzle

[sryan]
i hear the clock, it’s six a.m
i feel so far from where i’ve been
i got my eggs i got my pancakes too
i got my maple syrup, everything but you
i break the yolks, make a smiley face
i kinda like it in my brand new place
i wipe the spots off the mirror
don’t leave the keys in the door
never put wet towels on the floor anymore’ cause
i called my momma, she was out for a walk
consoled a cup of coffee but it didn’t wanna talk
so i picked up a paper, it was more bad news
more hearts being broken or people being used
put on my coat in the pouring rain
i saw a movie it just wasn’t the same
’cause it was happy or i was sad
it made me miss you oh so bad ’cause
i go about my business, i’m doing fine
besides what would i say if i had you on the line
same old story, not much to say
hearts are broken, everyday
i brush my t–th and put the cap back on
i know you hate it when i leave the light on
i pick a book up. turn the sheets down
and then i take a deep breath and a good look around
put on my pjs and hop into bed
i’m half alive but i feel mostly dead
i try and tell myself it’ll be all right
i just shouldn’t think anymore tonight ’cause

[sryan]
let the phone ring, let’s go back to sleep
let the world spin outside out door, you’re the only one that i wanna see
tell your boss you’re sick, hurry, get back in i’m getting cold
get over here and warm my hands up, boy, it’s you they love to hold
and stop thinking about what your sister said
stop worrying about it, the cat’s already been fed
we might be going somewhere
but before we go we must make our things
all i wanna see you do is the sizzle, dizzle
the sizzle, dizzle
sizzle, dizzle

[adam maples]
you find yourself falling down
your hopes in the sky
but you heart like grape gum on the ground
and you try to find yourself
in the abstractions of religion
and the cruelty of everyone else
and you wake up to realize
your standard of living somehow got stuck on survive
when you’re standing in deep water
and you’re bailing yourself out with a straw
and when you’re drowning in deep water
and you wake up making love to a wall
well it’s these little times that help to remind
it’s nothing without love
you wake up to realize your only friend
has never been yourself or anybody who cared in the end
that’s when suddenly everything fades or falls away
’cause the chains which once held us are only the chains which we’ve made
turn to me with frozen lips
your hands are icy cold
your eyes burn bright against the frost-bit sky
you never seemed more lovely than you do right tonight
pale on the horizon
like leaves frozen in the snow
our two shadows merge inseparably
will time stand still if it’s pierced with cold
the more i live
the more i know

- sryan

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