Dancing with Ghosts (Graveyard Mix) - Postindustrial Poets

You always loved what you couldn't control A wild running heart with a gypsy soul The rush of the unknown Life of the party a whole crowd of friends Dance after dance and spin after spin Another lonely night ends Maybe you're too wild A heart that can't be tamed Maybe you're too pretty dancing while the band plays A two-sided heart of sun and rain Well take your caution And throw it to the wind Let your hair down, forget the pain you're in The worlds not so bad when you dance and spin Song after song half steppin' to the beat Waiting for something to sweep you off of your feet There's more to life than what's seen She feels like she's dancing alone She's dancing with ghosts Day after day of the same old things Going through the motions of everything Longing for that guitars ring You're trapped behind a locked door Until you step foot on that hard wood floor Your worries drift away Well take your caution And throw it to the wind Let your hair down, forget the pain your in The worlds not so bad when you dance and spin Song after song half steppin' to the beat Waiting for something to sweep you off of your feet There's more to life than what's seen She feels like, shes dancing alone, alone, alone Don't worry, it will be ok Walk that floor into a better place Well take your caution Throw it to the wind Let your hair down, forget the pain you're in The worlds not so bad when you dance and spin Song after song half steppin' to the beat Waiting for something to sweep you off of your feet no There's more to life than what's seen She feels like, shes dancing alone She's dancing with ghosts

So pretty and savage She opened her bag, I swear that she's bad as can be And all of them bothers They throwing them dollars, but she's only fucking with me She so smooth, she's so classy, so ratchet So sassy, so nasty, so fancy and trashy, yeah So independent, she don't need shit from me No, she don't need nothing at all They ain't fucking with her when it come to money Man she gon' out-hustle them all She's so fine, she's so sweet She's all mine, she smokes weed, she goes long, I go deep On that drink, she's so street Late night, she's on a mission She only dances with ghosts (only dance with ghosts) Sits in the dark and listens to Writings on the wall (writings on the wall) She's just looking for something to hold She be getting high but laying low She's so afraid that she's gon' be alone She gon' grip 'em 'til they let her go (only dance with ghosts) Stupid, told me not to lose myself Inside my own addictions, Lord, I need some help The answer's stolen, and I prayed my prayers And I keep looking up but ain't nobody there The boss of the bitches I ain't gotta mention, she really be tricking them tricks I know that she loyal She ain't got shit for 'em, it's just like her hitting the lick She's so brave, I'm amazed Her head game is insane, that sex game is the same, it's that flame, yeah Sometimes she's sober And sometimes she's fucking up but you'll never know And out of her body if she's on that molly Or if she done fucked with her nose And she do what she want and it's still on the low Ain't no one gotta know, yeah, she sticks to the code Late night, she's on a mission She only dances with ghosts (only dance with ghosts) Sits in the dark and listens to Writings on the wall (writings on the wall) She's just looking for something to hold She be getting high but laying low She's so afraid that she's gon' be alone She gon' grip 'em 'til they let her go (only dance with ghosts) Stupid, told me not to lose myself Inside my own addictions, Lord, I need some help The answer's stolen, and I prayed my prayers And I keep looking up but ain't nobody there

Well you want it all Go away you're too small And if your friends don't matter at all Will you run out of luck? You're waiting for the fall Sunshine don't help at all And if you're waiting for the call Don't wait too long I know you're on the wrong side of it now One day all your luck girl it runs out You may just find you get your feet back on the ground Oh bye bye baby good bye I wont be hangin' round

I never want to go away again I just can't face one more goodbye I need more pills and drink to kill the pain It hurts too much each time you cry Out here I try my best to occupy My mind with things that I should do But in my heart and soul I recognize There's nothing I want more than you When I see your face I feel my heart exploding An empty space All my contempt and loathing Has been replaced With a keen sense of knowing When I see your face When I see your face I miss you so much, I can't think straight I miss you so much, I can't sleep When I get home, I'm never leaving again I'm yours and I'll be yours to keep When I see your face I feel my heart exploding An empty space All my contempt and loathing Has been replaced With a keen sense of knowing When I see your face When I see your face When I see your face When I see your face When I see your face When I see your face

Memories on corners with the fo's and the mo's Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes Got uncles that smoke, and some put blow up they nose To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows In they socks and they soles, niggaz holdin' they rolls Corners leave souls opened and closed, hopin' for mo' We know where to go, niggaz rollin' in droves They shoot the wrong way, 'cause they ain't know and they goes The streets ain't safe 'cause they ain't knowing the code By the foes I was told, either focus or fold Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls Now I roll in a Olds, with windows that don't roll Down the roads where cars get broken and stole These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove On the corners I wish I could key this feelin' I wish I could key this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? We overstated, we underrated, we educated The corner was our time when time stood still and Gators and snakeskins and Yellow and pink and? profiles?? Street lights and deep nights, cats tryin' to eat right Ridin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet right Desires of street life, cars and weed types Its hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like The beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-like Game that is deep, we speak and believe hype Banged in the streets has cop left for deep life (?) Its steep life, coming up where niggaz is sheep-like Rappers and hoopers, we strive to be like G's with three strikes, seeds that need light Cheese and recite, needs and BE strife The corner, where struggle and greed fight We write songs about wrong 'cause it's hard to see right Look to the sky, hoping it will bleed light Reality's a bitch, and I heard that she bites The corner I wish I could key this feelin' I wish I could key this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? The corner was our magic, our music, our politics Fires raised as tribal dances and war cries Broke out on different corners Power to the people Black power Black is beautiful Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers As cats with gold permanents, move they bags as herbalists The dirt isn't just fertile, it's people workin' and earnin' this The curb getters go where the cats flow and the current is Its so hot that niggaz burn to live The furnace is, whether money movin', the determined live We talk shit, play lotto, and buy German beers Its so black packed with action that's affirmative The corners I wish I could key this feelin' I wish I could key this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge Our Taj Mahal, our monument Our testimonial to freedom, to peace, and to love Down on the corner