Hope In a Box - Tomas Barfod

Whoa! Woke up this morning Closed in on all sides Nothing doing I feel resistance As I open my eyes Someone's fooling I've found a way to break Through this cellophane line 'Cause I know what's going on In my own mind Am I living in a box? Am I living in a cardboard box? Am I living in a box? Am I living in a cardboard box? Am I living in a box? Life goes in circles Around and around, circulating I sometimes wonder What's moving underground I'm escaping I've found a way to break Through this cellophane line 'Cause I know what's going on In my own mind Am I living in a box? (Living) Am I living in a cardboard box? Am I living in a box? (Living) Am I living in a cardboard box? Am I living in a box? Oh (Living) (Living) (Living) I've found a way to break Through this cellophane line 'Cause I know what's going on In my own mind Am I living in a box? (Living) Am I living in a cardboard box? Am I living in a box? (Living) Am I living in a cardboard box? Am I living in a box? (Living) Am I living in a cardboard box? Am I living in a box? (Living) Am I living in a cardboard box? Am I living in a box? (Living) Am I living in a cardboard box Am I living in a box? (Living) Am I living in a cardboard box Am I living, am I living, am I living? Am I living, am I living, am I living? (In a box) Am I living, am I living? Am I living in a cardboard box? Am I living in a box? Am I living, am I living? Am I living in a cardboard box? Am I living in a box?

There's a funeral procession on the highway Traffic screeches to a halt There's people searching for a better way To live their lives, oh Johnny lived a good life, you'll hear them say As tears of sadness soak the ground The reaper crept in, took his breath away In the middle of the night, oh We celebrate the lives of the dead It's like a man's best party, only happens when he dies We gather 'round to pay our respects While their souls are still searching for the light Searching for the light So please don't come to me on my dying day Just let me go in peace With all the things that I forgot to say Racing through my mind, oh And don't you bury me six feet under ground Just burn my body in a box And let my ashes blow with the wind Out into the night sky We celebrate the lives of the dead It's like a man's best party, only happens when he dies We gather 'round to pay our respects While their souls are still searching for the light Searching for the light Searching for the light, oh Searching for the light

This is my life in pieces This is my life in a box I can give you time if you need it Take a look around, mind the socks I would like to welcome you to the boudoir That's my private room I hope this is alright for you Cause I'm afraid it's all I've got You can crack the window open, let the weed smell out I was formerly heartbroken, haven't had nobody round And now you're here looking so lovely My breath smells of beer and I'm first thing ugly Maybe we rushed this, maybe it's too soon Maybe I fucked this, do you think I'm a loser? Here I go again, giving it all away Here I go again, giving away the game Shouldn't feel ashamed, nothing to my name I believe in change, but I'll always be the same Start again Welcome to the Hotel Raleigh Where the valet is a crackhead in an alley Let me lay you down on my silk sheets, baby Take you round and round, drive you bath salts crazy Flipping out to the sounds of my Marvin Gaye tape Slow jams, romance, onto Donny Hathaway Run my hands down your smooth cheeks And though I haven't shaved for two weeks I'm gonna take my time, come a little closer I hope you don't mind my X-Men poster

Trapped in a box of tremendous size It distorts my vision, it closes my eyes Attracts filthy flies and pollutes in the skies Sucks up our lives and proliferates lies Trapped in a box Trapped in a box, four walls as sky Got a screen for a window about two feet wide My mind rides and slides as my circuits are fried No room for thought, use the box as my guide Trapped in a box Trapped in a box Watch the world as it flocks To life's paradox We're all trapped in a box Trapped in a box I'm not alone I know of others with a box as their home Light only enters from a crack or a hole This is not enough for a human to grow Trapped in a box CHORUS Always wanting a different view Instant gratification for you Reality gone in a single click Just hope that that switch won't stick Trapped in a box my life becomes void All I thought for myself is now destroyed Controlling my mind, what to eat, what to buy Subliminal rules: how to live, how to die Trapped in a box CHORUS

On nights like this When the world's a bit amiss And the lights go down across the trailer park I get down, I feel had I feel on the verge of going mad And then it's time to punch the clock I put on some make-up And turn on the tape deck And pull the wig back on my head Suddenly I'm Miss Midwest Midnight checkout queen Until I head home And I put myself to bed I look back on where I'm from Look at the woman I've become And the strangest things seem suddenly routine I look up from my Vermouth on the rocks The gift wrapped wig still in the box Of towering velveteen I put on some make-up Some Lavern Baker I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf Suddenly I'm Miss Beehive 1963 Until I wake up And I turn back to myself Some girls they have natural ease They wear it any way they please With their French flip curls and perfumed magazines Wear it up, let it down This is the best way that I've found To be the best you've ever seen I put on some make-up Turn on the eight-tack I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf Suddenly I'm Miss Farrah Fawcett from TV Until I wake up And I turn back to myself Shag, bi-level, Bob, Dorothy Hamill do Sausage curl, chicken wings, it's all because of you With your blow dried, feather backed Toni home wave, too Flip, for, frizz, flop, it's all because of you It's all because of you, it's all because of you Okay Everybody I put on some make-up Turn up the eight track I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf Suddenly I'm this punk rock star of stage and screen And I ain't never I'm never turning back

Baby born in New York City Wrapped in a blanket all tattered and worn Mama's doin' the best she can It takes hope in a hopeless world Her eldest son, he stayed in school Listened to his mother, he never drank or used But every job he wants he gets refused It takes hope in a hopeless world Looking for hope in a hopeless world Trying to find love in these hateful times Try to stay strong but my mind is weak Looking for hope in a hopeless world Churches are full, but the prayers are not heard Saturday's child don't wanna to go to Sunday school Whatever happened to the golden rule It takes hope in a hopeless world D'you got a quarter for the homeless man Spare some change for the soldiers who fought the war Put a little money in those hats and those tins Give them hope in a hopeless world Looking for hope in a hopeless world Searchin' for love in these hateful times Try to stay strong but my mind is weak Ease my mind, ease my mind And on the corner there stands a young girl The home she left was in the better part of town Daddy did things she never talked about It takes hope in a hopeless world Somebody out there gotta listen Somebody out there got to know what Pops been talkin' about Raise your hand, raise your hands if you're with me Give us hope in a hopeless world You've got to listen to the voice inside Peace and love don't compromise - realize Time is passing by Can't be standing still!

It feels so good, to rise from the embers Out of desolation, breathing life anew I'm going home And I know that I am coming home And I know that I am coming home And I know that I am coming home And I know that I am coming HOME You see a burned-out forest, I see a glimmer of hope Under the pillars of smoke, new trees begin to grow Memories of what this wretch used to be All fell away once these roots were set free I feel the sun shining down on my face Reminding me there's life beyond the cold Please fill my heart; please feed my aching soul Take my hand, please guide me home From the soil that keeps me planted To the stars that keep my eyes fixed above My spirit is unshaken because I know When my knees buckle When my legs lose all of their strength The arms of mercy will carry me away And when the fire comes to burn life from the trees Sweet chariot swing low again, restore me