I am grateful for: “Comin’ round, comin’ round, comin’ round”

No apologies.

I just wanna feel horny and dance, my luv… so…

Please enjoy a Three Song Suite without further ado:

The audio by TV on Radio “Ambulance” is being posted here for NO COMMERCIAL PURPOSES.  

LYRICS:

Your slim frame
Your eager eyes
and your wild mane
Oh they keep me where I belong
All wrapped up in wrong

You’re to blame
For wasted words of sad refrain
Oh let them take me where they may
Oh believe me when I say

Oh I will be your accident
If you will be my ambulance
And I will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast
And I will be your one more time if you will be my one last chance
So oh fall, fall for me

Your slim frame
Oh your simple stare
And your wrong wrong name
Oh they keep me where I belong
All strung out in song

While so tamed
We can shoot other vines through your good name
Sip slow from nights deep wells
and watch our garden swell once our seeds are sown
Wild and overgrown
You will see
Hearts colors change like leaves

Oh sweet sweet dream fall for me
Fall fast fall free fall for me
Because
I will be your ambulance
If you will be my accident
and I will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast
And I will be your one more time if you will be my one last chance
So sweet dream fall with me
Fall fast fall free fall with me

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The audio by: TV On The Radio “Careful You” (Lyric Video) is being posted here for NO Commercial Purposes.

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 The  video by: TV On The Radio  “Golden Age” is being posted here for NO Commercial Purposes.

LYRICS:

Heart beat sounding
Ricocheting in their cage
Thought I’d lose my balance
With the grounds bounce and sway
And all this violence
And all this goes away
And the vibes that rise like
Fireflies illuminate our play

Some light being
Pulled you up from night’s party
Said clap your hands
If you think your soul is free
And the silence was astounding
‘cept some “Oh Lord Mercy and Me’s”
And oh you can’t stop what’s comin’ up
You’re never gonna stop gonna live it up
And oh it’s gonna drop gonna fill your cup
And oh it’s gonna drop gonna fill your cup

The age of miracles
The age of sound
Well there’s a Golden Age
Comin’ round, comin’ round, comin’ round

Give it up
‘stead of grabbing for decay
What we viewed as gold
I believe pollutes this space

Like I said “Love’s Light is Laughter”
Like the sun spitting happiness into the hereafter
Oh here it comes like a natural disaster
Ah blowing up like a ghetto blaster
Ah here it comes, bring it faster
Ah here it comes, bring it faster

The age of miracles
The age of sound
Well there’s a Golden Age
Comin’ round, comin’ round, comin’ round

Love, don’t you falter
Burning hearts
Dragged behind
The horses dancing on the altar
Hooves breaking Gods
To diamond dust and stars
And there you are…

Now we’re all allowed to breathe
Walls dissolve
With the hunger and the greed
Move your body
You’ve got all you need
And your arms in the air stir a sea of stars
And oh here it comes and it’s not so far

All light beings
Come on now make haste
Clap your hands
If you think you’re in the right place
Thunder all surrounding
Aw feel it quake with the joy resounding
Palm to the palm you can feel it pounding
Never give it up you can feel it mounting
Oh its gonna drop gonna fill your cup and
Oh its gonna drop gonna fill your cup

The age of miracles
The age of sound
Well there’s a Golden Age
Comin’ round, comin’ round, comin’ round

The age of miracles
The age of sound
Well there’s a Golden Age
Comin’ round, comin’ round, comin’ round

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