Be Safe Lyrics - Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever - Cribs

One of those fucking, awful black days 

When nothing is pleasing and everything that happens 

Is an excuse for anger 

An outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armor 

These are the days when I hate the world 

Hate the rich, hate the happy 

Hate the complacent, the TV watchers 

Beer drinkers, the satisfied ones 

Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things 

And then I hate myself for realizing that 

There's no preventative, directive or safe approach for living 

We each know our own fate 

We know from our youth, how to be treated 

How we'll be received, how we shall end 

These things don't change 

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You can change your clothes 

Change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents 

But sooner or later your own self will always catch up 

Always it waits in the wings 

Ideas swirl but don't stick 

They appear but then run off like the rain on the windshield 

One of those rainy day car rides, my head implodes 

The atmosphere in this car, a mirror of my skull 

Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold 

Walls of grey, nothing good on the radio, not a thought in my head 

I know a place we can go and I'm falling 

Love so hard that you wish you were ten 

Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow 

Frame by frame 

With two minutes that take ten years to live out 

Yeah, let's do that 

Photos 

Telephone poles like praying mantis against the sky 

Metal arms outstretched 

So much land traveled, so little sense made of it 

It doesn't mean a thing, all this land laid out behind us 

I'd like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while 

I'm disgusted with petty concerns 

Parking tickets, breakfast specials 

Does someone just have to carry this weight? 

Abstract typography, methane covenant 

Linear gospel, Nashville sales lady, stocky emissary 

Torturous lice, mad Elizabeth 

Chemotherapy bullshit 

The light within you shines like a diamond mine 

Like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway 

Like a skunk, eating it's own tail 

Steam turbine, frog farm 

Two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun 

Hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blow job 

Deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories 

Movements, the movie, unfeeling, unreeling, about to begin 

I know a place we can go and I'm falling 

Love so hard that you wish you were ten 

I've seen your hallway, you're a darn call away 

I've hear your stairs creak, I can fix my mind on your yes 

And your no, I'll film your face today in the sparkling canals 

All red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silver Dutch reflection 

Racing thoughts, racing thoughts, all too real 

You're moving so fast now, I can't hold your image 

This image I have of your face by the window 

Me standing beside you, arm on your shoulder 

A catalog of images, flashing glimpses then gone again 

Until to the posters soak in me, every clear afternoon now 

I'll think of you, up in the air, twisting your heel 

Your knees up around me, my face in your hair 

You scream so well, your smile so loud, it still rings in my ears 

I know a place we can go and I'm falling 

Love so hard that you wish you were ten 

Imitation, distant, tired of longing, clean white teeth 

Stay the course, hold the wheel, steer on to freedom 

Open all the boxes, open all the boxes 

Open all the boxes, open all the boxes 

Times Square Midday, newspaper buildings 

News headlines going around, you watch as they go 

And hope there's some good ones, those tree shadows in the park 

They're all whispering, shake some leaves 

Around six p.m., shadows across the cobblestones 

Girl in front of bathroom mirror, she slowly and carefully 

Paints her face green and mask like 

Like my cheese, portrait with green stripe 

Long shot through apartment window 

A monologue on top but no girl in shot 

The light within me shines like a diamond mine 

Like an unarmed walrus 

Like a dead man face down on the highway 

Like a snake eating its own tail 

A steam turbine, frog farm 

Two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun 

Hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blow job 

Deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories 

Movements, the movie, unreeling, about to begin 

Oh, great by me 

Yeah? Mine were alright, wasn't my best one but who cares? 

That's the spirit