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Bad Dream (LetrA)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I’m living in a bad dream.
They’re supposed to be here by now.
What the hell is taking them so long?
I parked the car just like they said.
Now, I’m sitting, waiting for a bullet in my head.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream gone bad.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream
I’m living in a bad dream that’s sad.
I’m supposed to be feeling better by now.
What the hell is taking me so long?
I hit the hay just like they said.
Now, I’m sitting, waiting for a bell in my head.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream gone bad.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream
I’m living in a bad dream that’s sad.
On a curve, lost control.
On a cliff, lost control.
This is not happening to me.
I say so.
I’m supposed to be a better person by now.
What the hell is taking me so long?
Dying saviors off sum cross.
Now, I’m hoping and I’m praying that they’ll nullify my losses.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream gone bad.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream
I’m living in a bad dream that’s sad.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream gone bad.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream
I’m living in a bad dream that’s sad.
I’m living in a bad dream.

Gordon Gano: Vocals, Guitar
Brian Ritchie: Acoustic Bass Guitar, Vocals, Autoharp
Guy Hoffman: Drums, Vocals
David Vartanian: Electric Piano

Produced by Brian Ritchie and Gordon Gano
Recorded and Mixed by David Vartanian at DV’s Perversion Room, Milwaukee, WI

⌦㜱㬴 Gorno Music reprinted with permission

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Bad Dream (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

oh dark night, in silence broken ban,
shackles of fear, I lie there, flat and merely
the valley lies deep, staggering in the past, shadows
hide danger and feed me in the coldness,
I don’t see myself,
don’t look at me,
you would burn
as my house lies empty and
I float against the time,
come here, come in,
burn for my soul.

Bad Dream (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I’m living in a bad dream.
They’re supposed to be here by now.
What the hell is taking them so long?
I parked the car just like they said.
Now, i’m sitting, waiting for a bullet in my head.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream gone bad.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream
I’m living in a bad dream that’s sad.
I’m supposed to be feeling better by now.
What the hell is taking me so long?
I hit the hay just like they said.
Now, i’m sitting, waiting for a bell in my head.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream gone bad.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream
I’m living in a bad dream that’s sad.
On a curve, lost control.
On a cliff, lost control.
This is not happening to me.
I say so.
I’m supposed to be a better person by now.
What the hell is taking me so long?
Dying saviors off sum cross.
Now, i’m hoping and i’m praying that they’ll nullify my losses.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream gone bad.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream
I’m living in a bad dream that’s sad.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream gone bad.
I’m living in a bad dream.
I’m living in a bad dream
I’m living in a bad dream that’s sad.
I’m living in a bad dream.

Gordon gano: vocals, guitar
Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar, vocals, autoharp
Guy hoffman: drums, vocals
David vartanian: electric piano

Produced by brian ritchie and gordon gano
Recorded and mixed by david vartanian at dv’s perversion room, milwaukee, wi

© gorno music reprinted with permission

Bad Dream (Letra)

Caliban

Caliban

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

This is a matter of utmost urgency
You might even call it a police emergency
Suckers got ill when they finally heard the g
Wasn’t sellin’ out, they tried to murder me
Reached for my jammy like a troop’s supposed to do
Never let a sucker get too close to you
Heard ‘em comin’, ducked behind the wall
Then saw the whites of his eyes, the first one had to fall
Another bug creeped up the fire escape
Trying to sneak, i guess he snuck too late
Lookin’ like a scene from real life vice
The way his head fell apart like a block of solid ice
Uzi does it, come to think of it
Dude had a nine, but his wasn’t as fast as mine
I heard the phone ring, should i answer?
This is gettin’ serious as terminal cancer
And that is the final stage, my primal rage
Began to rise and i started to fantasize
How many more might try to rush the door
And blast their way in, hell, i ain’t stayin’
I opened the back door and felt the summer night heat
Saw a bunch of bugs wearin’ white sheets
What else could it mean? i know it ain’t halloween
The cross in the background burnin’ made a ill scene
First i was panicky, then i was angry
One creep even had a rope ready to hang me
Now who am i supposed to be? eddie spaghetti?
You come and vic rob g any time you’re ready?
Fuck that, they had me trapped so i rushed back
They tried to bust me but they don’t have enough caps
I dipped, dived, slipped, slid, they missed me
I had to move quick or they was bound to get me
One bullet grazed me, that didn’t phase me
What could i say? i was havin’ a fucked up day
Stood up and took aim, my finger on the trigger
I shouted "now let me hear you say nigger!"
Well anyway, nobody spoke or went for broke
The place was all clouded up from gunsmoke
And everything got quiet, i don’t buy it
Just a second ago we had a riot
They must be plannin’ attack or settin’ a trap
Whatever the case you won’t get this black
Now i’m on the edge and there’s no denyin’ it
Whatever the hell might work i’m tryin’ it
Thought i was a target that they could get right quick
But i ain’t goin’ out like no statistic
Another number, made me wonder
How many other brothers they’ve put under
I sat in the dark real still for a long time
Didn’t make a sound cos i’ve got a strong mind
Made my way to the street, it was daybreak
Must’ve fallen asleep, but for pete’s sake
I didn’t see the enemy tryin’ to put an end to me
The night before, my finger trigger was sore
I went in the house to get a fresh clip
And then i woke up an’ shit…

(it’s a bad dream, man. that’s all, man, you know what i’m sayin’?
Guess i was just buggin’ or somethin’, man…)