Recorded live at Trancentral Further Information: -------------------- KLF D.J. Report: Chill Out was recorded live on location at Trancentral (the spiritual
low And hello to less I jacked up the car And shot at my guest I rolled it twice And hoped for the best Chorus : On this tree I'll hang my skin And my
wander across the miles Back to other Sunday mornings that seemed so long ago Now and so far away, he thought of home And he knew that when this day dawned
Timepiece must've read early morning at least So I lay deaths cousin, woken by the sonics of the beast That somewhere deep beneath me a fracture had seized at my
What I've run through my body, what I've run through my mind My breath's the only rhythm and the tempo is my time My enemy is hopelessness, my ally
under your black wings Mark my words and remember me Destroyer of senses So take as needed for the pain Another gray morning dawns across an ashen sky My
my skull that hides behind my hair and skin, I see the selfsame skull of my father, and beyond the skull of my father, the skull of my grandfather, and the skull of my
My love has gone His boots no longer by my door He left at dawn and as I slept, I felt him go [Loop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Lad]
I knew once before me Dawning to dusk on the hills until morning Come see me take my hand Come see me in my land Flying invisibly high, watch me All
Dreamed of you this morning Then came the dawn, and I thought you were here with me If you could only see How much I love you That's all that's all that
I feel dead We have to jack it up, jack it up, jack it up, jack it up (Yo Spragga Man, what's going on?) Chicken head (Jack it up, jack it up) Hey yo
I keep my hand on my pocket on my razor get too close and I'ma have to graze ya Like night and early morning scheming at dawn and Looking to jack what
suffering, calamities call My soul be hospitalized and all gonna be alright To all my moros back home All day workin' hard Struggling all week Every dawn standing tall To all my
do anything you say I won't have it any other way Take my heart and take my soul Giving you complete control If you wanna see me do my thing Pull my string, pull my
feel dead, Ifeel dead We have to jack it up, jack it up, jack it up, jack it up (Yo Spragga Man, what's going on) Chickenhead (Jack it up, jack it up
T-Connection to mix Silly rabbit you know my style has Trix To go on, to the next line, to the break of dawn While I move up step, to the early early morn