-i know you have a heavy heart i can feel it when we kiss
-and will you tell all your friends you got your gun to my head
-why cant i feel anything from anyone other than you
-free pizza for life!!!
-she found a song on the radio and it whipped all the blood off my halo
-we aint got much but we got each other and i can see thats all that i wanted all along!
-got to get out of here before i lose my mind
-aubrey you were the saddest song in the shape of a woman
-i lover so i did then i went and betrayed her
-its the ones with the sorest thoughts that have don the most singing
-our life our world
-i know you have a heavy heart i can feel it when we kiss
-the mask i polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit
-were both to proud to say anything real
-the world was unimpressed
-it was just so easy to love you
-now i can see thats all that i wanted all along
-what a fool ive been
-i dont need a music scene to tell me who i a-you and i and the angles at play
-the good the bad and the leftover crack
-my heads a carousel of pictures the spinning never stops
-straiten carrying her books and doin all those drugs
-so when im lost in a crowd i hope youll pick me out cuz i long to be found
-dont wanna lay here no more
-did it all get real i guess its real enough
-point guns at anything that moves
-my twitting muscles tease my flipping thoughts
-patterns in the sound
-dont you weep
-easy
-lucky
-free
-dont be a criminal in this police state
-i got some friends i barley see
-11:11
-i have my drugs i have my woman they keep away my loneliness
-my parents they have there religion but sleep in separate houses
-failures awls sounded better
-our bodes twist like shoelaces
-he put a needle in his arm to calm his hanse-um hell
-i guess you were just my type
-he changed his name but couldn't change himself
-never quite figured out how to deal with what life had delt
-threes a voice that speaks like someone's right behind me
-there are some things you just cant fake
-i cant believe she is really gone now all thats left is a fuck-en song
-no-direction home
-peace
-love
-unity
-equality
-autonomy
-squatters rights
-fuck education at least my mind is free
-non conformist
-You stop stopping by to say hello
-You started starting up each time I phone
-I only call when I get the blues
-You think at least I could turn to you
-But I'm sure your heart is breaking too
-It's getting better every day
-I still reserve the right to complain to you
-That being said I rarely do
-You left me with nothing left to lose
-But I'm sure your heart is breaking too
-I see you find the way to pass the time
-"You'd like him, he's a lot like you"
-I didn't see you getting saddled up so soon
-"Babe, I know you'll find somebody too"
-Maybe another week to recoup
-"It's never easy but I'm sure we'll make it through"
-Yeah, I'm sure your heart is breaking too
-I can't imagine how hard it's been
-On second thought you don't seem to give a shit
-The claim will pain but where's the bruise?
-Yeah, I'm sure your heart is breaking too
-born to die
-lies and truth are in my head
-your just somebody that i use to know
-with my absent god and i have no faith and so i want to be loved and believe in my soul
-morphine in my blood like a slow sad song.....
-don't know when its day or when its night
-are the stars still in the sky
-the cold wind calls for me
-elements of a war
-its a rough redemption
-last wave rockers
-dismiss the bullshit
-make the crowd panic like a fuck-en boom threat
-this is unity music
-listen to an idiot chatter
-sun of a rebel
-walk out to the doc just to watch a wave roll
-dont let your dreams run cold
-we are young forever
-no circumstance will ever stop this dance
-the rich v.s the poor your time is up!!
-this night is gonna end when we are dame well ready for it to be over
-i never thought of running my feet just lead the way
-the phycidalic angle that is tugging at my hand
-When panic grips your body and your heart is a hummingbird
-Raven thoughts blacken your mind until you're breathing in reverse
-All your friends and sedatives mean well but make it worse
-Every reassurance just magnifies the doubt
-Better find yourself a place to level out
-Got a cricket for a conscience always looks the other way
-A cocaine soul starts seeming like an empty cabaret
-Hey, where have all the dancers gone? Now the music doesn't play
-Tried to listen to the river but you couldn't shut your mouth
-Better take a little time to level out
-I never thought of running
-My feet just led the way
-Mixed up Signals
-Bullet Train
-Cars are switched out in the crazy rain
-I could meet you any place
-If the Brakeman turns my way
-All this automatic writing I have tried to understand
-From a psychedelic angel who was tugging on my hand
-It's an infinite coincidence but it doesn't form a plan
-So I'm headed for New England or the Paris of the South
-Gonna find myself somewhere to level out
-Are your brothels full, Oh Babylon, with merry Middlemen?
-Never peer out of their periscopes from those deep opium dens
-All this death must need a counterweight always someone born again
-First a mother bathes her child then the other way around
-The Scales always find a way to level out
-I tried to pass for nothing
-But my dreams gave me away
-Mixed up Signals
-Bullet Train
-People snuffed out in the brutal rain
-I could live to any age
-If the Brakeman turns my way
-It is an old world it's hard to remember
-Like a dime store mystery
-I'm a repeat first time offender
-Who has rewritten history
-Mixed up tea leaves
-Phantom Pain
-Fuzzy logic in the crazy rain
-Getting better every day
-If the Brakeman turns my way
-Mixed up Signals
-Bullet Train
-Cars are switched out in the blinding rain
-He'll be smiling as he seals my fate
-When the Brakeman turns my way
-death may come invisible, or in the holy wall of fire.
-in the breath between the markers, on some black I-80 mile.
-from the madness of the government, to the vengeance of the sea.
-well everything is eclipsed by the shape of destiny.
-so love me now, hell is coming.
-you kiss my mouth, hell is here
-little soldier, little insect, you know war it has no heart,
-it will kill ye in the sunshine, or happily in the the dark.
-where kindness is a card game, or a bent up cigarette.
-in the trenches, in the hard rain, with a bullet and a bet.
-he says help me out, hell is coming.
-but could you do it now? hell is here.
-see the sterile soil, poisoned sky, yellow water,
-the final scraps of light bringing new tears.
-well wake, baby, wake.
-but leave that blanket around you, there's nowhere else safe.
-i'm leaving this place, but there's nothing i'm planning to take;
-just you, just you, just you, just you
-Empty factories to the east and all our waste
-The shape of things that came shows on the broken workers face
-To the west you'll find our silicon promised lands where
-Machines replace our minds for systematic profit plans
-The course of human progress staggers like a drunk
-Its steps are quick and heavy and its mind is slow and blunt
-I look for optimism but I just dont know
-Its seeds are planted in a poison place where nothing grows
-Its 1989 stand up and take a look around
-Weathers bitter tension it seems is sinking down
-Drunk with power and fighting one another
-Every hour shows the winter getting harder
-Theres a freezeup coming
-One nation stands the tallest radiating blinding light
-Plastic and fluorescent energy robbing us of sight
-Set in our way content with our decay
-We wave the flag of freedom as we conquer and invade
-Ever ask yrself wheres my place in this hell
-But no ones there to tell you cuz they dont know that themselves
-The well rehearsed lines from our elated politicians
-No longer offer solace we can see the self destruction
-Just one political song to drop into the list
-That is years and years long
-I had a brother once
-He drowned in a bathtub,
-Before he had ever learned how to talk
-And I don't know what his name was, but my mother does
-I heard her say it once,
-Padriac, my prince
-I have all but died from the sheer weight of my shame
-You cried but no one came,
-And the water filled your tiny lungs
-Appear, my dear, and cry for me
-It was six years ago today
-That we laid you in your grave,
-Your sweet young skin was shining then too
-And so tonight to celebrate I will poison myself
-Another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom,
-That is spinning
-And I close the door and rest my head on the tile floor
-Sickness and sleep turning me cold
-I am still not sure,
-Is there some better place I could be heading towards?
-Where the selfishly sick and self absorbed
-Are welcome
-I saw the future once, I was drunk in a phone booth
-My eyes were wet and red but I could not tell what was said
-And through the screams of the traffic,
-Voices carried saying, "I am sorry"
-On a day so gray it's black inside,
-Watching churches on TV
-In a coma you don't dream,
-You just hope that someone sits with you
-Babies turn blue when they are ignored
-Like the sky on summer days
-Before you turn and walk away, it has changed you
-So tonight to compensate I will, I will poison myself
-Another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom,
-That is spinning
-contrast and compare between the busy ones
-and the ones that don't care
-until there is no one that you really know
-so i drift through these days of appointments and promises made
-they will all end up broken and quickly replaced.
-weeks are slow, days drag on;
-even practice and parties seem long
-but i found myself going
-i guess there's nothing to do
-oh well
-group of kids, line of cars,
-more will show up after the bars close
-there's this boredom that drowns everything.
-bottles break, music plays, conversations competing for space
-i look for a corner or a quieter room
-there's no heat in this house
-i can't breath with these words in my mouth
-but i'm not going to say them
-yeah, i've made that mistake before
-on the stairs, she grabs my arm, says whats up,
-where you been, is something wrong?
-i try to just smile, and say everything's fine.
-the city has sex with itself i suppose
-as the concrete collides, the scenery grows
-and the lonely once bandaged lay fully exposed
-having undressed their wounds for each other
-and there is a boy in a basement with a four track machine
-he's been strumming and screaming all night, down there
-the tape hiss will cover the words that he sings
-but then they say it's better to bury your sadness
-in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to awake from its sleep
-and burst into green
-and i've cried and you would think i would better for it
-but the sadness just sleeps and it stays in your spine
-for the rest of my life
-and i've learned and you'd think i'd be something more now,
-but it just goes to show it is not what you know
-its what you were thinking at the time.
-this feeling's familiar, i've been here before
-in a kitchen this quiet i waited for a sign or just something
-that might reassure me of anything close to meaning or motion
-(with a reason to move)
-i need something i want to be close to
-and i scream, but i still don't know why i do it
-because the sound never stays it just swells and decays
-so what is the point?
-why try to fight what is now so certain?
-the truth is all that i am is a passing event that will be forgotten.
-now that its june, we'll sleep out in the garden
-and if it rains, we'll just sink in to the mud
-where it is quiet and much cooler than the house is
-and there is no clocks or phones to wake us up
-because i have learned that nothing is as pressing
-as the one who is pressing would like you to believe
-and i am content to walk a little slower
-because there is nowhere that i really need to be
-i find that life is easier when it is just a blur
-with no details to confuse who or what or where i was
-so when the ending comes the full regret will seem obscure
-but these are days we dream about when the sunlight paints us gold
-and this apartment could not be prettier as when we danced up there alone
-this tv is old, the color is fucked, do you see the
-difference in the shades?
-but the green is still close to green, my love
-and i believe we are the same
-and we'll stay like this, all gold and green
-the light collects and projects your heart on a movie screen
-and if you close your eyes
-we will always be the way we were that night
-you crawled inside of me
-and you slept in my blood the way you sleep now
-the quietest hush has consumed this house
-and when the doctors are gone and you sweat through the bed
-with all these pictures and pills they piled around your head
-just rest now, and in a moment you will know everything
-was it just a dream?
-it's too vague now to recount.
-and outline of the one you loved in a life that was not longer will be stands
-above you as you sleep.
-touch, lying on the floor
-wishing this could last
-but knowing that it can't
-and soon you will leave
-and i will be on the floor,
-watching the tv, trying hard to find a reason to move
-i'm frozen in one place, staring at the screen
-listening to the rain falling on the street
-some days go on too long
-and no one can hang out tonight
-here, where the carpet is cool and soft,
-underneath the clock i feel my weary heart is put to rest
-you gather around your friends
-the connection that you feel when the night has not yet died
-you are new with a promise of a love
-you will probably never find
-and touch that you can really feel
-the brokenness inside as hope and less collide
-now nothing is real
-(you are new and near now to someone you used to love
-when you were young; when all was gold and you two touched
-and felt the flutter underneath your skin. you stood in glowing rooms,
-the light dripping from both of you.
-and nothing since has felt as radiant or real.)
-and there is nothing more i want than just one night
-that's free of doubt and sadness
-one night that i can really feel.
-i spent a week drinking the sunlight of winnetka, california
-where they understand the weight of human hearts
-you see sorrow gets too heavy and joy it tends to hold you
-with the fear that it eventually departs.
-and the truth is i've been dreaming of some tired, tranquil place
-where the weather won't get trapped inside my bones
-and if all the years of searching find one sympathetic face
-then its there i will plant these seeds and make my home
-i spent a day dreaming of dying in mesa, arizona
-where all the green of life had turned to ash
-and i felt i was on fire, with the things i could have told you
-i just assumed that you eventually would ask
-and i wouldn't have to bring up my so badly broken heart
-and all those months i just wanted to sleep
-and though spring, it did come slowly, i guess it did its part
-my heart has thawed and continues to beat
-i visited my brother on the outskirts of olympia
-where the forest and the water become one
-and we talked about our childhood, like a dream we were convinced of, that
-perfect peaceful street where we came from
-and i know he heard me strumming all those sad and simple chords
-as i sat inside my room so long ago
-and it hurts that he's still shaking from those secrets that were told by a
-car closed up too tight and a heart turned cold
-and i went to san diego
-the birthplace of the summer
-and watched the ocean dance under the moon
-and there was a girl i knew there, one more potential lover
-i guess that something's got to happen soon
-because i know i can't keep living in this dead or dying dream
-and as i walked along the beach and drank with her
-i thought about my true love, the one i really need
-with eyes that burn so bright, they make me pure
-they make me pure
-i long to be with you
-is the passion all gone?
-or is it still newly wed?
-if all this heat is doing is making us stick to the bed
-then there is no life to revive.
-but if the hunger is still there, buried somewhere inside
-covered up by the boredom we've been trying to hide
-then dig it up and devour
-and it will be more like a song
-and less like its math
-if you pull on my hair, and bite me like that
-and the truth is that i can't hardly wait
-and i don't care if we stay up too late
-and it will be more like a song and less like its math
-if you pull on my hair and bite me like that
-and the truth is that i can't hardly wait
-it itches so bad that i can't concentrate
-don't answer the phone
-and it will be more like a song and less like its math
-if you pull on hair and bite me like that.
-the language in the dimmer rooms seems to represen