Sryan - Sizzle, Dizzle! Lyrics
[Adam Maples]We might be going somewherebut before we go we must make our thingsAll I wanna see you do is the sizzle, dizzlethe sizzle, dizzlesizzle, dizzle[Sryan]People living their lives for you on TVThey say they're better than you and you agreeHe 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 billAnother cute cheap thrillYou know you love him if you put in your willWe try to hustle them, try to bustle them, try to cuss themThe cops want someone to bust down on Orleans AvenueAnother day, another dollar, another war,Another tower went up, where the homeless had their homesSo we pray to as many different Gods as there are flowersBut we call religion our friendWe're so worried about saving our soulsAfraid that God will take His tollThat we forget to beginSome are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their killYou got social security, but that doesn't pay your billsThere are addictions to feed and there are mouths to paySo you bargain with the Devil, say you're OK for today,You say that you love them, take their money and runSay it's been swell, sweetheart, but it was just one of those thingsThose flings, those strings you've got to cut,So get out on the streets, girls, and bust you buttsYou 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 withDark eyes and careless hair,You were fashionably sensitiveBut too cool to care.You stood in my doorway, with nothing to sayBesides 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 onesAs 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 gotOff track with you.[Sryan]We might be going somewherebut before we go we must make our thingsAll I wanna see you do is the sizzle, dizzlethe sizzle, dizzlesizzle, dizzle[Adam Maples]Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porchWatching the clouds roll byThey remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times long ago.When she used to color carelessly painted his portraitA thousand times-or maybe just his smile-And she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would goOil streaked daisies covered the living room wallHe put water-colored roses in her hairHe said, "Love, I love you, I want to give you mountains, the sunshine, the sunset tooI just want to give you a world as beautiful as you are to meSo they sat down and made a drawing of their love, they made it an art to live byThey painted every, passion every home, created every beautiful childin the winter they were weavers of warmth, in summer they were carpenters of loveThey thought blue prints were too sad so they made them yellowUntil one day the rain fell as thick as black oilAnd in her heart she knew something was wrongShe 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 goneShe got to where he lay, water-colored roses in his hands for herShe threw them down screaming, 'Damn you man, don't leave mewith nothing left behind but these cold paintings, these cold portraits to remind me!He said, 'Love I leave, but only a little, try to understandI put my soul in this life we created with these four handsLove, I leave, but only a little this world holds me stillMy body may die now, but these paintings are real.'So many seasons came and many seasons wentand many times she saw her loves face watering the flowers,talking to the trees and singing to his childrenAnd when the wind blew, she knew he was listening,and how he seamed to laugh along, and how he seemed to hold herwhen she was crying[Adam Maples]Let the phone ring, let's go back to sleepLet the world spin outside out door, you're the only one that I wanna seeTell your boss you're sick, hurry, get back in I'm getting coldGet over here and warm my hands up, boy, it's you they love to holdAnd stop thinking about what your sister saidStop worrying about it, the cat's already been fedWe might be going somewherebut before we go we must make our thingsAll I wanna see you do is the sizzle, dizzlethe sizzle, dizzlesizzle, dizzle[Sryan]I hear the clock, it's six a.m.I feel so far from where I've beenI got my eggs I got my pancakes tooI got my maple syrup, everything but you.I break the yolks, make a smiley faceI kinda like it in my brand new placeI wipe the spots off the mirrorDon't leave the keys in the doorNever put wet towels on the floor anymore' causeI called my momma, she was out for a walkConsoled a cup of coffee but it didn't wanna talkSo I picked up a paper, it was more bad newsMore hearts being broken or people being usedPut on my coat in the pouring rainI saw a movie it just wasn't the same'Cause it was happy or I was sadIt made me miss you oh so bad 'causeI go about my business, I'm doing fineBesides what would I say if I had you on the lineSame old story, not much to sayHearts are broken, everyday.I brush my teeth and put the cap back onI know you hate it when I leave the light onI pick a book up. Turn the sheets down.And then I take a deep breath and a good look aroundPut on my pjs and hop into bedI'm half alive but I feel mostly deadI try and tell myself it'll be all rightI just shouldn't think anymore tonight 'cause[Sryan]Let the phone ring, let's go back to sleepLet the world spin outside out door, you're the only one that I wanna seeTell your boss you're sick, hurry, get back in I'm getting coldGet over here and warm my hands up, boy, it's you they love to holdAnd stop thinking about what your sister saidStop worrying about it, the cat's already been fedWe might be going somewherebut before we go we must make our thingsAll I wanna see you do is the sizzle, dizzlethe sizzle, dizzlesizzle, dizzle[Adam Maples]You find yourself falling downYour hopes in the skyBut you heart like grape gum on the groundAnd you try to find yourselfIn the abstractions of religionAnd the cruelty of everyone elseAnd you wake up to realizeYour standard of living somehow got stuck on surviveWhen you're standing in deep waterAnd you're bailing yourself out with a strawAnd when you're drowning in deep waterAnd you wake up making love to a wallWell it's these little times that help to remindIt's nothing without loveYou wake up to realize your only friendHas never been yourself or anybody who cared in the endThat's when suddenly everything fades or falls away'Cause the chains which once held us are only the chains which we've madeTurn to me with frozen lipsYour hands are icy coldYour eyes burn bright against the frost-bit skyYou never seemed more lovely than you do right tonightPale on the horizonLike leaves frozen in the snowOur two shadows merge inseparablyWill time stand still if it's pierced with coldThe more I liveThe more I know[Adam Maples]Let the phone ring, let's go back to sleepLet the world spin outside out door, you're the only one that I wanna seeTell your boss you're sick, hurry, get back in I'm getting coldGet over here and warm my hands up, boy, it's you they love to holdAnd stop thinking about what your sister saidStop worrying about it, the cat's already been fedWe might be going somewherebut before we go we must make our thingsAll I wanna see you do is the sizzle, dizzlethe sizzle, dizzlesizzle, dizzle
