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So tired of fire, so tired of smoke (x2)
Send me an angel, save me (x2)

I wanna have a good day today (x3)
Good day today

Tired of ... goes so low (x2)
Send me an angel, save me (x2)

“Во всех моих фильмах я всегда был сильно связан с тем, что каждый слышит. Создание этой записи было естественным расширением моей любви к звуку и музыке в целом. Я очень рад сотрудничать с лэйблом Sunday Best, который выпускает две моих новых песни "Good Day Today" и "I Know". Я чувствую, что это неплохое сотрудничество, и я с нетерпением жду чтобы у всех сегодня выдался хороший день”. Дэвид Линч

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I-I- I want you
Oh, oh, love you so
I-I-I want you
Make you mine

Hold you tight
Hold

I see you go
When you go, how come you're gone so long?
Where do you go, when you're gone so long?
Baby, why do you go, when you go so long?
I see you go, and you're gone so long.
Baby, why do you do the things you do?
Baby, why do you do the things you do?

On the road I saw the signs…
Flashing dark green
The owl of thunder from …
And … look like … fighting
… and she … through me
A breaking heart, a … in the clouds, dark grey
And bleeding, I’m gone
Down this road upon

I know a song
I know a, know a s, know a s, know a song
I know a song
I know a, know a s, know a s, know a song
To sing
On this dark night
On this dark, dark, dark, dark, dark night
On this dark night

Say it baby

Night on the street
It's a silver moon
Going out real late
And out of the darkness they come
Like last night, only more
What's shaking in that little silk dress?

So glad you're gone.
I'm so glad you're gone.
Free in my house.
Free in my truck.
Free on the street.
Free at last.
Please don't come back.
Please don't come back.

So glad you're gone.
I'm so glad you're gone.
Free (free) in my house.
Free (free) in my truck.
Free (free) on the street.
Free (free) at last.
Free (free) please don't come back.
Free (free) please don't come back.

The kid who drove, drove All night long Piled high and smokin' The stuff of dreams Like love So he lost his way Down by the tracks All gone out All gone out Not comin' back She laughed a lot And he found out His arms Too long And his head
Too small To crawl the way she made him feel The sound is givin' up I looked around And the place was empty That girl was funny that way Stone's gone up babe White light O'r the mountain space That night Of stars All the wishes I had All the dreams I had Stone's gone up White light It jumped out at me Like a bird The street tilted Slot machine bells I just don't know What I'm gonna do
Got this dream 'bout lovin' you If I wrote a wish to you If you'd read it It'd say, "Could we be together... Just you and me?" The wilderness stretches out forever You and me Could we be together? But then it went all dark And I knew It couldn't be Stone's gone up babe White light Stone's gone up babe White light O'r the mountain space That night Of stars All the wishes I had All the dreams I had Stone's gone up White light

It’s good for the artist to understand conflict and stress. Those things can give you ideas. But I guarantee you, if you have enough stress, you won’t be able to create. And if you have enough conflict, it will just get in the way of your creativity. You can understand conflict, but you don’t have to live in it.

In stories, in the worlds that we can go into, there’s suffering, confusion, darkness, tension and anger. There are murders; there’s all kinds of stuff. But the filmmaker doesn’t have to be suffering to show suffering. You can show it, show the human condition, show conflicts and contrasts, but you don’t have to go through that yourself. You are the orchestrator of it, but you’re not in it. Let your characters do the suffering.

It’s common sense: The more the artist is suffering, the less creative he is going to be. It’s less likely that he is going to enjoy doing his work and less likely that he will be able to do really good work.

Some artists believe that anger, depression or these negative things give them an edge. They think they need to hold onto that anger and fear so they can put it in their work. And they don’t like the idea of getting happy — it makes them want to puke. They think it would make them lose this supposed power of the negative.