The Pool - Stephen Sanchez

Waiting around for something to change my mood 'Cause I know that what's in these plastic cups isn't going to Kids on the lawn, stuck in pairs of two And your lunch is on its way back up but you're still in the pool Wait inside I'll be fine I guess I'll sit outside While you change your mind, oh no, woah-oh I'll risk it all to find A place where I can hear my thoughts This song is playing too loud But upstairs they're still making out I'm getting all choked up I guess it's just my luck And I'm stuck on the porch What am I waiting for? Wait inside I'll be fine I guess I'll sit outside While you change your mind Wait inside (I'll be fine) Wait inside Change your mind Oh, honey, you'll change your mind Well howdy there, what's going on? This is crazy, thank you guys we're We're The Backseat Lovers Uh Greg you're gonna be mad at me But I forgot to bring my water up here again Oh no that's too kind of you, thank you Um we're very happy to be here if you couldn't tell this is It's a dream come true really, um yeah we're gonna do some more songs If this- is that okay?

Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Beaten, why for Can't take much more (Here we go, here we go, here we go now) One, nothing wrong with me Two, nothing wrong with me Three, nothing wrong with me Four, nothing wrong with me One, something's got to give Two, something's got to give Three, something's got to give now Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Push me again This is the end (Here we go, here we go, here we go now) One, nothing wrong with me Two, nothing wrong with me Three, nothing wrong with me Four, nothing wrong with me One, something's got to give Two, something's got to give Three, something's got to give now Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Skin against skin, blood and bone You're all by yourself but you're not alone You wanted in and now you're here Driven by hate, consumed by fear Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor One, nothing wrong with me Two, nothing wrong with me Three, nothing wrong with me Four, nothing wrong with me One, something's got to give Two, something's got to give Three, something's got to give now Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Hey! Come! Hey! Come! Hey! Come! Hey! Come!

I'm tearing away Pieces are falling, I can't seem to make them stay You run away Faster and faster, you can't seem to get away Break! Hope there's a reason For questions unanswered, I just don't see everything Yes, I'm inside you Tell me, how does it feel to feel like this Just like I do? I don't care about anyone else but me I don't care about anyone I don't care about anyone else but me I don't care about anyone Do I really want this? Sometimes I scare myself, I just can't let it go Can you believe it? Everything happens for reasons I just don't know I don't care about anyone else but me I don't care about anyone I don't care about anyone else but me I don't care about anyone or anything but me Goddamn, I love me I don't care about anyone else but me I don't care about anyone I don't care about anyone else but me I don't care about anyone or anything I don't care about anyone else but me I don't care about anyone

In a quaint caravan There's a lady they call the Gypsy She can look in the future And drive away all your fears Everything will come right If you only believe the Gypsy She could tell at a glance That my heart was so full of tears She looked at my hand and told me My lover was always true And yet in my heart I knew, dear Somebody else was kissing you But I'll go there again 'Cause I want to believe the Gypsy That my lover is true And will come back to me someday You see, she looked at my hand and Told me that my baby would always be true And yet, in my heart I knew, dear That somebody else was kissing you But I'll go there again 'Cause I want to believe the Gypsy That my lover is true And will come back to me someday

You did many things That I liked, that I liked And you like diamond rings I can provide I can provide for you You made me feel so good Before I left On the road And you deserve your name On a crown, on a throne You did many things That I liked, that I liked And you like diamond rings I can provide, I can provide for you You made me feel so good Before I left On the road And you deserve your name On a crown, on a throne I haven't been around my town in a long while I apologize, but I I've been trying to get this money like I got a couple kids who rely... On me But I remember on the bathroom floor Before I went on tour Like you said we couldn't do it again... 'Cause you had a thing with some other man You said it was love And you said you were lost Then you wished me good luck To find somebody to love But, oooh Now I've heard that you're single And uh huh, I'll give you something to live for Yes, I will Honey please You never thought you'd ever see my face again But your love just swayed the lies When he stared into your eyes He just might be too good for you You're almost dead to him You're sleeping with a frozen heart Well baby girl it's over now And you can always count on me Your unshackled boy, unrestrained to touch So immune to love And it feels so priceless to me That you're always free That you'll take me in Now I'm everything, your everything I bet you'll take me in I know you'll take me in now The same place I left you in (we) I bet you'll take me in I know you'll take me in I know you'll take me in The same place I left you in We Who? Oooh... Oooooooh... No ho... Let her know... You did many things That I liked, that I liked And you like diamond rings I can provide I can provide for you You made me feel so good Before I left On the road And you deserve your name On a crown, on a throne

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour