| fuck this week |
[Jun. 22nd, 2009|11:29 pm] |
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FOR FUCKING REAL. FUCK IT FOREVER. FUCK THIS WEEK A YEAR AGO AND FUCK IT THIS YEAR |
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| hazelton |
[Mar. 12th, 2009|11:44 am] |
1.
settle up you're calling up the pain
seeing that the signal has the strength
you came you saw you sawed her brain
cut out all the parts that held your stain
still inclined your filling wide with blame
just crying now you're climbing down your claim
sitting up you're counting up your names
standing up to bend them off the frame
you came you saw you sawed her brain
cut out the parts that held your stain
you clipped you clawed to no applause
you lost the will to fix the lie you caused
so try to be somebody
so try to feel somebody
so try to need somebody
so try to leave somebody
2.
fit it up your winning team for spinning
giving in to vilians and defending
you're killing, you're spinning
slash and burn to build up your fire
finding out the hard way (ive finally found)
what you're doing during the day
give up all the ways you can careen it
legal pairs of british fans of lean
you've seen it so freely
pouring in the proper band of pressure
feeling out the bed at night
full night, full day, i wonder
for the rest of us
later on you can point and laugh
point and laugh at all the rest of us
when you point out like a compass weight
3.
i saw it on the rise
no more tears inside her eyes
lay down your head
4.
when the time comes
and your love is lost on me
i will grant you sympathy
if you let me down easy
when the time comes
when the weeds have grown over
and the love lost home
if you let me down easy
when the time comes
when you have to let me go
i will leave without a sound
if you let me down easy
5. |
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| song 16 on self record |
[Mar. 12th, 2009|11:26 am] |
From the momert the arms of the midwestern sky
broke down to the pavement
in a vehicle ragged im returning
nervously brave making my way to you
heaters have broken its cold every day
in the mysteries at the top of my mind
i've never reached an answer i'm only given clues
nothing better on a journey to you
i aint got a whole lot of things on my list
just the freedom and the will to choose
ive got you on my mind and nothing to lose
nothing better on a journey to you
in the thick of the night my stomach is sore
i think im unable to carry on
as the lighthouse gets smaller im closer to torn
nothing better on a journey to you
sometimes i may stumble
sometimes i wonder what love is
and i wonder what it's like
to hold true, so close to you
i might be wrong but mary i need to get to you
i know i have hours to go
I just said i'd be back and watch the sky blue
nothing better than a jouney to you
I want to grow old with you no matter how long it takes
in the back of my mind you sit
always setting in the motion i know
nothing better that a journey into you
from the dark desert highway
to the mountains of colorado
keep a kind of burning at the back of my mind
of you sleeping, ceasing
my wounds bleed from this guitar like you hear someone speak
like an oak to the wind in the trees
i know you're for sure with me but i still feel like saying
thank you and please
and every time you sneeze as a wise man once said
I believe in love
when the breast of the hills meets the color of the sea
your soft cheeks meet the blue eyes looking at me
its amazing trying to put into words the message coming true in each song
like one i am simple our brains too big to use
nothing better than a journey to you
I wont be quoting some book to conclude in some proof
you're 99 percent so amazing to me
but to see the smallest tree and the amount that it grew
at the end of a journey there's you
at the end of a journey there's you |
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| song 14 on self record |
[Mar. 12th, 2009|02:40 am] |
we bullt a wall standing there so big and tall
keeping us from the rust of what's hurting us all
to feel a spark or open the dark no matter what the cost
to know that nothing ever will be completely lost
that the wall staring back, brought back the names
mistakes we've made, broken fins, these are just little games
hang the torch, to the man just looking for his blood
a month of searching for the blood just might be enough
i am stable
i am breakable
i am boarded up
i am begging you
i am hoping
i am coping
it is storming out here
i am broken
i am stolen
i am chained up
im begging you
i am holed up
i am poled up
i am just a brother baby
i am spinning
i am hidden
i am loved but not gone
i am hoping
it is pouring in
gonna make you love me more than you even can
the kid says meet us
i say might've
they'll defeat us no matter what i say
I am rolled up
i am holed up
i am just your sister baby
i am rolled up
i am rolled up
i am just your brother baby
i am rolled up
i am rolled up
i am just your father baby |
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| song 13 on self record |
[Mar. 12th, 2009|02:31 am] |
to the sermon on the mount i am listening
tough guy is running his mouth and i am glistening
save your spit, its heading south and im getting in the way
said wait one minute son you're right they're just listening
worried sinned and lacking sight wanting christening
go shine your motherfucking light on all the people who can hear
this is tougher than i thought
only other things ive bought
jc's up for another bottle
and i am ringing him out
somethings got me on the corner and i am whimpering
somewhere deep inside dakota i am weathering
wishing somehow you were near because i am withering alone
you arrived and ordered stout i stared in worthlessness
I just kept noticing your mouth and how your face just fit
into every aching void, what ive always missed someway
this is tougher than i thought
holding you the grace ive caught
cause you're made of everything i want
and I am ringing you out like a morning bell
i am ringing you out like the kitchen rang for god
i am ringing you out like my voice across the hills
i am ringing you out like water on your feet
and you are everything to me
and you are everything to me
and i am ringing you out |
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| Song 12 on self record |
[Mar. 12th, 2009|02:15 am] |
so i heard it from a friend
that there was a guy i should talk to
so you let me in
two big doors underneath a crucifix statue
so i explained to you
i was having troubles getting through
and i was thinking of my aunt
it was just the sky i kept looking to
you said im on your side
i thanked you and i cried
I almost died
I was making strides
I was showing up every sunday
but i was still confused
about the pain that had invaded me
im still wondering
if my soul's worth it to anybody
you assured me
that the congretation would heal me
they said were on your side
there's an unconditional kingdom
that stands up high
he lets all believers in
through the forgiveness of sins
so i explained to you
what was the cause of my suffering
see it was awhile ago
there was an alleyway and a group of men
they hurt me, they whispered that gays had to pay
when they beat me, all my worth was taken away
see i needed you, and you know the lords one way through
I was unfolded and i believed there was something he could do
but you just hung your head and told me the door i need to be going through
son there's just principles, i cant be the one who helps you
you said im not your side
you're probably paying for you side
I dont understand your kind
it isnt mine
father your cold hearts a smoking gun
your cross aint nowhere i want to hang my hope from
theres still somewhere i half believe
and thats why im leaving this world behind me
see my sexuality dont have nothing to do with my integrity
when i get into that land i leave with the one who wears a crown
he'll say im on your side
the side that's kind
just know whats right
in time you'll find what you left. |
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| song 6 on self record |
[Mar. 12th, 2009|02:03 am] |
im sitting by the wavepool laughing
baking creed and your cool shades flashing
you're a baby, i guess thats why they say these things
then more time came to life
all these babies im holding them tight
and a detroit voice, has made my choice up
and the box of raw scattered the hood
the station's there we can go by foot
these are tires that get burned by getting way too cool
the hottest evening ive ever had
sweaty hands arnt even making me sad
and you're touching me, there's a first time for everything
the imagery will change your feelings
the imagery of love im needing
its above the cold
the masonry and modern dealings
goes beyond the stuff that is worth keeping
la la la la la la la
you're the symmetry of changing feelings
the imagery of love im needing
its above the cold
the masonry and modern dealings
goes behond the stuff that is worth keeping
and the things i knew at birth
are coming back to me in bursts
like they were hidden by a different kind of mind
the way that god was painted to me
with heaven in the sky where i could not be
what is wrong with earth, are you scared death is the end? |
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| song 5 on self record |
[Mar. 12th, 2009|01:58 am] |
well move over
im topped over
and ive let out more than just a casted light
ive busted something
im broken inside
this is where i go because you know me
i return to you
im like copper
your like shoeshine
the best is yet to come weve got a lot of time
aligators and armidillos
couldnt stop me from getting in through your door
I return to you
i return to you
ive just been through something
thats left me in pain
in truth cut me deeper than even you
now i realize
that pain and confusion
are much heavier than love
so i return
so i return
so i return
so i return
to you |
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| song 2 on self record |
[Mar. 12th, 2009|01:46 am] |
talk about affinity
talk about telling me
your habitat
the harbor lights follow me
tearing at our company
cant you see?
cold like a cavern
cold like a wind
whoa gentle starboard
your rolling waves
baffled by your symmetry
im underneath the boarded tree
waiting on your game
to send me to some other joy
ill pick you up and write you notes
fancy meeting you here
you're old like the street names
feels old like our card games
tired eyes on a morning pain
id tie you up with me
you will somehow make me learn
what is inside me that burns
a carnival inside this mind
just a divert roadside sign
directing you all away
feels old like your pages
feeling born like your babies
ive been boarded up like cages
but im busting out
but im busting out
dont you give up on me
dont be like me cause you love me
dont give up on me
dont be like me cause you love me |
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| song 1 on self record |
[Mar. 12th, 2009|01:38 am] |
Lay low little baby
rest your head precious child
they're all old and grown now
but you're still the same inside
Standing on the whipped grass
Standing on the whipped grass
watch and see how we last
were not alone tonight baby
not so far from your bed
you've got the strength of all us babe
i'll give you a prayer to help
sitting on the whipped grass
sitting on the whipped grass
arms are full and times so fast
I know well be together babe
someday, somehow
to you im bound baby
its not a sight or a sound
swirling around, it's within me somehow
I'll carry to what i am bound
the truth that i have found
standing on the whipped grass
losing on the whipped grass
losing on the whipped grass
lose it all on the whipped grass.
how's it last? |
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| song 11 on self record |
[Mar. 11th, 2009|07:32 pm] |
couldn't leave well enough alone
you were right, i'm wrong
couldn't leave the well alone
she called me on the phone
it was just to let a friendly cry
my middle aches, can you make me fly?
so many thoughts in so little time
cause their pain is their crime
sell my car to the moving man
i'm the sea and you're japan
no great morning, no rising sun
no gatsby in me, im running from
like a whisper in a lonely town
you brush it off but it's so loud
that's your ticker, wishing dont give up
this is more than can fill you up
more than this i would ask in turn
minds too busy to stop and learn
slight of hands and a gentle push
the lines of promise turn to crush
sell my car to the moving man
im the sea and you're japan
no great morning, no rising sun
no gatsby in me, im running from
its funny how the kids rise
and pull on my disguise
they are warped outside and in
what's my muse? it's their sin
walking backwards facefirst into my past
as i refuse to be lied against
I am a well dressed man in a larger house
it's so quiet
sell my car to the moving man
in the sea and you're japan
no great morning, no rising sun
no gatsby in me, im running from |
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| song 7 on self record |
[Mar. 11th, 2009|07:23 pm] |
the smallest part of me is an echoing cavern
ready to be filled with the light of your lantern
the kerosene careens from your grip onto the floor
and you look into the place i think i might've torn
the bag it holds a camera, sniffing salts and rakes
a brownish hand recorder to put the sounds to tape
to play back for you later on inaguration day
when you will teach them slowly how to pronouce your name
sweet sweet magdaline
build your time machine
im sturdy like the ?souix line?
but im wounded ?nazarine?
come invade my prison
come up to my cell
what the hell
we'll stay a spell tonight babe
and i'll make love to you
the whole night through.
you warned you would find bleeding
crease in my long back
this is long before you knew me
I was a slave to hearts attack
you need it like a train track needs it's pins and spikes
and the town below the dam falls needs it's gutters and it's dikes
sweet sweet magdaline
build your time machine
im sturdy like the ?souix line?
but im wounded ?nazarine?
come invade my prison
come up to my cell
what the hell
we'll stay a spell tonight babe
and i'll make love to you
the whole night through.
the whole night through.
the whole night through.
the whole night through. |
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| song 4 on self record. |
[Mar. 11th, 2009|07:05 pm] |
With the cornfields as my witness
I've run out of brain
Come on down to the place where i'm drinking
come on down like the rain
if you dont come quick im going to dry up in this world
think it's all coming down, all cause of a girl
and it's coming to me, like a baseball to a bat
I'm only batting .118 and i'm wondering where you're at
the oak on the bar, is like the oak in my heart
like the oak buried deep down in the sand, i've water at heart
it goes in through my mouth, and it slides into my veins
it takes away my head and i dont have to feel the same
my eyes go red, and my skin goes warm
and at the end of the night i'm just crying in my bed
some call it sick, and some call it pain
some just laugh at it, but honey it's like the rain
it's like when you're thirsty and there's none in the well
it's like bringing darkness when darkness has already fell
it's like breaking dreams of a broken man
nothing makes it come on down like the rain can
hey little girl is your daddy home?
did he go on and leave you all alone?
i've got a bad desire, warm my fire.
Tell me now baby is he good to you?
does he do all the things that i dont do?
you know i could take you higher, im on fire
it's like someone took a knife, the edges are dull
cut a 6 inch vent into the middle of the skull
at night i wake up with the sheets soaking wet
and a freight train running through the middle of my head
well you can cool my desire, i'm on fire
i'm on fire
oh, i'm on fire. |
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| I hate everything |
[Mar. 5th, 2009|12:37 am] |
I hate everything I hate everything I hate everything I hate everything I hate everything I hate everything I hate everything I hate everything I hate everything I hate everything I hate everything I hate everything I hate everything I hate everything I hate everything I hate everything.
I hate everything |
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