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Posts : 77809 Join date : 2009-10-13 Age : 32 Location : On Highway 55, six feet under, where no one can find her.
| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:32 am | |
| Lyrics to Sunburn Vs. The Rhinovirus : Trade your Turets(?) for mine A tissue for a cigarette I'll miss you when you're gone I'll haunt(?) you still, I'll kill you yet
My eyes are dry My eyes are dry But on the inside, I'm all wet
I think I'm decomposing I think I'm decomposing Below my clothes I'm starting to decomposing
I blow my brains out I blow my brains out Through my nose
Grandma sleeps on a bed of ice Why does Grandma sleep with open eyes? No one knows we've been crying We're living in the ocean's brine
Our world's all wet Our world's all wet But on the inside, something's dried
I think I'm decomposing I think I'm decomposing Below my clothes I'm starting to decompose
I blow my brains out I blow my brains out Through my nose
I picked a bad day for the beach Crowds of scarcely clad sides of meat In spite of sunburn, I had a head cold I blew my brains out through my nose
I blow my brains out Through my nose Oh, oh
I think I'm decomposing I think I'm decomposing Below my clothes I'm starting to decompose
I blow my brains out I blow my brains out Through my nose Oh, oh
I blow my brains out I blow my brains out (Blow my brains) I blow my brains out (Blow my brains) Through my nose Oh, oh
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Posts : 77809 Join date : 2009-10-13 Age : 32 Location : On Highway 55, six feet under, where no one can find her.
| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:33 am | |
| Lyrics to Lazier Than Furniture : You may, you may wake Lazier than the furniture Lazier than the furniture Lazier than the furniture, Lazier than the furniture
You may, you may wake You may, you may wake You may, you may wake To a change of heart, with the same old name (same old name)
Lazier than the furniture Lazier than the furniture Lazier than the furniture, Lazier than the furniture
You may, you may wake Cause e. von dahl and the twist of fate To your candles and cake and the doors break
Lazier than the furniture, Lazier than the furniture
You may, you may wake Lazier than the furniture You may, you may wake Lazier than the furniture You may, you may wake Lazier than the furniture Lazier than the furniture, Lazier than the furniture
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Posts : 77809 Join date : 2009-10-13 Age : 32 Location : On Highway 55, six feet under, where no one can find her.
| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:33 am | |
| Lyrics to Didi (My Doe, Part 2) : D-D-D-Didi, you don't... D-D-D-Don't know how you lost me. And after almost two years Y-Y-You lost me at "hello".
It gets worse and the worst, It just gets the best of us. It just gets worse and the worst, It just gets the best of us.
D-D-D-Didi, this midwest address has made a mess of us.
P-P-Pack up my bag, B-B-B-Borrow a couple bucks. B-B-Borrow's the wrong word, 'C-C-Cause i'm not coming back.
I got a lead on the job From a cousin in Silverlake. So don't just stand there and shrug, Didi, I'm turning the door knob.
It gets worse and the worst, It just gets the best of us. It just gets worse and the worst, It just gets the best of us. Shit gets and the worst, It just gets the best of us. You know it gets worse and the worst, It just gets the best of us.
D-D-Didi, this midwest address has made a mess of us.
Oh and I know my doe is a little bit psycho. She wears her head inside out. And my doe, she looks alright though With the lights low With the lights low
It gets worse and the worst, (oh and i know my doe is a little bit psycho) It just gets the best of us. (she wears her head inside out) It gets worse and the worst, (and my doe, she looks alright though) It just gets the best of us.
Didi, this midwest address has made a mess of us.
L-L-Los Angeles is less than I longed for. W-W-When awake in my car D-D-Didi it's you I miss.
'Cause you're smarter than not. I'm better than no one. Didi, forgive me. Do you wanna get married?
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Posts : 77809 Join date : 2009-10-13 Age : 32 Location : On Highway 55, six feet under, where no one can find her.
| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:33 am | |
| Lyrics to You (Don't) Know Me : Paid 4 weeks rent delayed. Fucked up in a 3-point turn can't give two shits these days. Packed one bag, no return Love that song the deejays hate. Fell asleep at the crack of dawn found the world in an awful state. No one to depend upon. Fell asleep in the 5-1-0. Woke up in the 8-1-8. Nyquil at SFO, caffeine, caffeine at JFK. If I'm the sum of all my friends, then all my friends are some of me and if you're some way just like them then I am you to some degree. If you're like me, then you know me oh, you know me, yeah, you know me. Life kills rebels, death gets the rest so don't deny me your company let's just drive fast, let's drive west. Woke up in a bucket seat. Moved back in with the folks. Hung up after the beep. OD, OD'ed on Diet Cokes Hit mute on the president. Stayed home dressed to the nines machine stole my 25 cent. Just can't, can't sing inside the lines Sleepless in the 5-0-9. Touched down in plus 4-4 Breakfast Sunset and Vine. Supper off Place de la Concorde. If you're like me, then you know me oh, you know me, yeah, you know me. (You don't know me.)
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Posts : 77809 Join date : 2009-10-13 Age : 32 Location : On Highway 55, six feet under, where no one can find her.
| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:33 am | |
| Lyrics to My Soft And Deep : Wrap you up in a coat of cobwebs Tack-tied little heart of chaos The more you lick, the more I trip You behave like a postcard rack
So try this trick and spin it Spin again, my Surfer Rosa All the while the world is whirling The morning tilts closer
Your eyelids keep secrets Your eyelids keep secrets My soft and deep While you sleep Know no secrets
Blow, blow bubbles with nicotine gum Kiss me below the seatbelt line On the roof with a toothpick flag Take your broken wings and learn to sigh
In the half life of balloons We will measure how our hairs grow We, like, curl like question marks Drifting off on pheromones
Your eyelids keep secrets Your eyelids keep secrets My soft and deep I creep, I creep with the grace of an ice cream truck Ever wrought, you sleep Beneath a blanket of dust, I'll tuck you in My soft and deep Know no secrets
So try this trick and spin it Spin again, my Surfer Rosa All the while the world is whirling The morning tilted closer
My soft and deep My soft and deep My Soft and deep I creep, I creep with the grace of an ice cream truck Ever wrought, you sleep Beneath a blanket of dust, I'll tuck you in My soft and deep Know no secrets
Deep.
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Posts : 77809 Join date : 2009-10-13 Age : 32 Location : On Highway 55, six feet under, where no one can find her.
| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:33 am | |
| Lyrics to Shoot Me In The Smile : Echo...
Come, come skinny Come, come Come bring a trend And come nearly naked Come hungry Come shaking Come faking A perfect grin Now that's a face A face fit for breeding Keep waste fit No feeding The Lens won't Always be watching
So shoot me, shoot me Shoot me in the smile I'm going out of style ohhh shoot me, shoot me Shoot me in the smile I'm going out of style
Come, come, fit in come, come, Now I fit in Yeah, I fit in the right size Standard like white guys And French fries I bat these eyes I bat them black nose bleeds like a hangnail desperate like a bake sale going stale, I am going stale
So shoot me, shoot me Shoot me in the smile I'm going out of style ohhh shoot me, shoot me Shoot me in the smile While I'm still in style
What can you compromise besides everything? for fleeting form worth remembering So skinny So pretty So hard to be Just shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot me
So shoot me, shoot me Shoot me in the smile Oh shoot me, shoot me Shoot me in the smile Oh shoot me, shoot me Shoot me in the smile I'm going out of style (come come skinny come) I'm going out of style (come come skinny come come come skinny)
shoot me, shoot me Shoot me in the smile (shoot shoot me while im still) I'm going out of style
Work with me baby just gimme a smile smile
Come, come skinny Come, come Come skinny Come, come Skinny Come
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Posts : 77809 Join date : 2009-10-13 Age : 32 Location : On Highway 55, six feet under, where no one can find her.
| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:33 am | |
| Lyrics to The Barber's Unhappiness : Do me a favor, would you please hang up the receiver on me before I, before I talk my vocabulary dry. Do me a favor, would you, my Doe Don't come over later, don't spend three days in a row I know my pre-calculated charm will soon run low. Cold colas to coexist hold sodas in both her fists I...I'd hoped for a different you. there's comfort in the clamor of cafes solace from the abyss of days I...I'd hoped for a different you. still I trace your gaze but that's stalker praise, and I lack the turn of phrase Every morning through Ma's twin rose trellises grammar, middle, and Lake High barber college, through Ma's twin rose trellises I'd planned to pick for you a rose; my hell, this is a plan's as close as I'll ever get; my hell, this is I haven't yet, I haven't yet... Do me a favor, be rational save me the labor of the breakup call just assume the worst when the phone don't ring, dismiss me to the hearse
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Posts : 77809 Join date : 2009-10-13 Age : 32 Location : On Highway 55, six feet under, where no one can find her.
| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:35 am | |
| Lyrics to My Doe, Pt. 1 : By first snow by first snow my Doe ought to have a ring lord I... I been saving but Hope is on a rope Hope's on a frayed rope and I can count her ribs from our kitchenette window
I'm scared and unprepared She's starting to show
I know my Doe's a little bit psycho but she look all right with the lights low And my Doe wear her head inside out And my Doe know that I don't mind though la da da da da da dadadaaaaa.
when we found Hope when we brought home Hope last of the litter down the way the cloudy eye cataract grey never said we never said, but both knew adopting her meant more than any ceremony your mama's waiting for
I'm scared and unprepared she's starting to show
I know my Doe's a little bit psycho but she look all right with the lights low And my Doe wear her head inside out But my Doe know that I don't mind though La da da da da da daaaaaaa!
my Doe my Dear my female she sell retail by the C-V-S pharmacy store
I'm scared and unprepared she's starting to show
I know my Doe's a little bit psycho but she look all right with the lights low And my Doe wear her head inside out But my Doe know that I don't mind though La da da da da da dadaaaaaaa!
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Posts : 77809 Join date : 2009-10-13 Age : 32 Location : On Highway 55, six feet under, where no one can find her.
| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:35 am | |
| Lyrics to Proctor Rd. : All the people 'neath your feet That you'll never speak to You'll never meet
All of their windows on the glow All of the dark age will go Same as the dark when eyelids close When you find a house on Proctor Rd.
It's walls of your skin, tissue thin This is your Captain speaking: "Welcome to the place Seats back, return To your all-importance of great concern From your womb slash tomb Slash seating coach Feel the dead weight of a shadow approach
Feel the dead weight, weight of a shadow approach
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| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:35 am | |
| Lyrics to Yankee In A Chip Shop : We've come, come, to chameleon In your pubs, clubs Nah, we don't want no trouble Sit down Nick, Nick, I'm dirty from my week Just wanna blend in And if you wanna find us then
We're gonna run run run all ten blocks We're gonna run run run to the tube stop Just try to pull, pull, girls talking on their cells Saying, "Boys, cowboys, keep your gene pool to yourselves" Gotta run run run all ten blocks We gotta run run run to the tomb stop
They wanna know: Who let the Yankees in the chip shop? Who let the Yankees in the chip shop? I gotta go, go! Go, go!
Now everyone say 'hey!' (Hey!) And say it like you mean it 'Cause it doesn't mean a thing So it's easier to scream it Say 'hey!' (Hey!) Say 'hey!' (Hey!) Now say, 'Oakland is never more Oakland That when you're lost in London' Say 'Get, get, get our order up We gotta get get get greased to sober up'
Now everyone say 'hey!' (Hey!) And say it like you mean it 'Cause it doesn't mean a thing So it's easier to scream it Say 'hey!' (Hey!) Say 'hey!' (Hey!) Say 'hey!' (Hey!) Say 'hey!' (Hey!)
Now say 'get, get, get our order up We gotta get get get greased to sober up' They wanna know: Who let the Yankees in the chip shop? Who let the Yankees in the chip shop? They wanna know, oh: Who let the Yankees in the chip shop? Who let the Yankees in the chip shop? We gotta go, go! Go, go, gooooo!
Who let the Yankees in the chip shop? Who let the Yankees in the chip shop? They wanna know, oh: Who let the Yankees in the chip shop? Who let the Yankees in the chip shop? Fuck, we gotta go
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Posts : 77809 Join date : 2009-10-13 Age : 32 Location : On Highway 55, six feet under, where no one can find her.
| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:35 am | |
| Lyrics to Future Tense : Can you believe, our parents once were young? Before we all had to wear oxygen, yeah Well I bet their lungs were full of toxins then But what did they really know? (What do do do you know?)
She said, "I'll fall asleep 'fore I fall in love (What do do do you know?) Your stories bore me, boy let's make something up" (Right now, yeah!) She pressed inside my shirt then gave me a shove Said, "What do you know?" (What do do do you know?)
You're all that I know All that I know All these stories, maybe for me But they're all I know Yeah, they're all I know, ohh Will you like me? Oh oh oh Will you like me?
She said, "I won't breathe to see retirement (What do do do you know?) And I don't believe in no environment" (That's history!) She cracked a smile, I just admired it "What's next?", I asked, but she just laughed (What do do do you know?) Ha, I get a laugh, I get a laugh But I'm not joking, you think I'm joking? But I get a laugh, always a laugh Will you like me? Oh oh oh Will you like me?
Leave the present tense Face the future tense Oh oh, will you like me?
I said, "tomorrow's your wrapped box to give (What do do do you know?) The present is a just torn open gift" (What choice in that?) She said, "Why don't you go elope with The sound of your own voice?" (What do do do you know?)
The sound of my voice, the sound of my voice Leaves me silence, I don't like it The sound of my voice, the sound of my voice Oh, oh, will you like me? (What do do do you know?) Oh, will you just like me? Oh, oh, oh, hey, will you like me?
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Posts : 77809 Join date : 2009-10-13 Age : 32 Location : On Highway 55, six feet under, where no one can find her.
| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:35 am | |
| Lyrics to If I Were You : If I were you (if I were you) If I were you Ohhh, If I were you (if I were you) If I were you babe, I'd be, I'd be thinking of me If I were you (if I were you) If I were you babe, I'd be, I'd be thinking of me
Always, thinking. Don't you feel nostalgic for our future? When you'll look back and reminisce Where you were when you heard me say
If I were you (if I were you) If I were you babe, I'd be, I'd be thinking of me If I were you (if I were you) If I were you babe, I'd be, I'd be thinking of me
Always thinking A little bit of mystery in your posture A little bit of brash, little bit quiet Not sure till you heard, you heard, you heard me say Today, well you heard me say
If I were you (if I were you) If I were you babe, I'd be, I'd be thinking of me If I were you (if I were you) If I were you babe, I'd be, I'd be thinking of me Always thinking Of me...
After work I look by where you (stop/stood/?) <--? Six stops past my block Until now I never had enough no, To talk such big talk.
If I were you (if I were you) If I were you
Ohhhhhhhhh
If I were you (if I were you) If I were you babe, I'd be, I'd be thinking of me If I were you (if I were you) If I were you babe, I'd be, I'd be thinking of me Always thinking Of me
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Posts : 77809 Join date : 2009-10-13 Age : 32 Location : On Highway 55, six feet under, where no one can find her.
| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:35 am | |
| Lyrics to Betweens Halloweens : It's not the girl who we let tear through our core It's the tear there before, that made this girl into more.
Skin white sheets. The dawn's printless snow Nothing to define the difference Just licked lips under a flame of curls Many a prince has seen such splendor
But it's not the girl who we let tear through our core It's the tear there before, that made this girl into more. It's not the girl who we let tear through our core It's the tear there before, that made this girl into more.
We'll make mistakes In the wake of the mistakes, But not wake again to this one When looks fade, we'll still reflect inverse. She'll dissolve to apparition ??? ??? ???
But it's not the girl who we let tear through our core It's the tear there before, that made this girl into more. It's not the girl who we let tear through our core It's the tear there before, that made this girl into more.
She don't deserve love She'll get what she's deserving of We don't deserve love We'll get what we're deserving of I don't deserve love You'll get what you're deserving of We all get what we're deserving of
But it's not the girl who we let tear through our core It's the tear there before, that made this girl into more. It's not the girl who we let tear through our core It's the tear there before, that made this girl into more. That made this....into more.
I was a duke last Halloween, this year gonna be James Dean 'Just wish I knew who we are in between
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Posts : 77809 Join date : 2009-10-13 Age : 32 Location : On Highway 55, six feet under, where no one can find her.
| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:35 am | |
| Lyrics to Clouds Crash : Clouds crash on the hillside. Set to sail your soul at high tide. High time you left that shadow, dead weight in the meadow. Let it follow far below.
Oh, Oh, Oh
Whoa, what a ceiling! All the angels cracked and peeling, revealing constellations, one day you will name one, after a boy you knew when you were back in middle school and ingrained his name in love notes, everyone retained though, in a box, behind your raincoats.
Oh, those days Where rainy days meant Traces, Faces, Raindrops made when Racing cross the windshield The pace of life wasn't real Oh, though how we quicken how the slope began to slicken you slip into a grim then, begin with where you've been and in my linen you are skin again.
La da da La da da da da daa Da da daa Da daa daa La da da daa da da daa daa
Oh, oh, clouds crash on the hillside. Set to sail your soul at high tide. High time you left that shadow, dead weight in the meadow. In my linen you are skin again.
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Posts : 77809 Join date : 2009-10-13 Age : 32 Location : On Highway 55, six feet under, where no one can find her.
| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:36 am | |
| Lyrics to From 24C : Digits dial, digits dial...tone, monotone Has she been feigning sleeping? Framing sheep and all alone?
Downslide on the sidewalk, I'm a distant ring Out of body, out of body, Pick me up, oh answer me
I just hurry over Worried sick And hoping, sick.
Gates are courting airplanes, and clocks divorcing ticks Before I left, thought I'd see you At the show, you didn't show Didn't message, didn't call You didn't know, didn't you know? I'm a liar too Uh huh, that's why I think I understand you
Someone from your building holds for me a door I'm in your lobby, your elevator I'm on your floor, the second floor I can hear you now With my ear pressed to the paint You're playing that cassette tape That you took from me to take to Iowa And that was near three years ago Now I'm back up in that moment Playing that yardsale Casio
I sang to you from a red room (Together we'll grey, grey, grey) Does he sing to you as well? Much better, most would say I hear him laughing But I prefer this to the silence When your lips are sealed against his Or he fills your thighs with kisses Or just for instance He's clawing your fat, Pushing your breaths into the mattress You'll love a good many men, mmhmm And loving me ain't gonna stop all of them Like Adam we are flawed In the image of our gods Of our fathers, who never bothered To consider they were not the only ones (Faith, ohhh...) Faith oh faith, is a way to believe lies we need Then to be faithful is to be truthless But that's more than I need to say Oh just don't run off and get married And I'll surely be okay 'Cause I love you They'll love a good many yous (?) Gotta go now Pack my suitcase Glad that you're okay, And I love you, happy birthday, See you in sixteen days
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Posts : 77809 Join date : 2009-10-13 Age : 32 Location : On Highway 55, six feet under, where no one can find her.
| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:36 am | |
| Lyrics to Point Me Toward The Morning : Eternity, eternity It's jus' a paycheck away So chase that tail, chase your tail The American tale Apathy, complacency Can I hear three cheers for thee? (No? Oh well...) Ahhh...
We know, we know that we are more than this More than we know, there's a reason we exist We know, we know, we know We won't be this easily dismissed
Commute, work, commute, sleep We've got cars and homes to feed Left my hair, left my hair, strands of myself in the sink Nothing to say, nothing to say 'Cause that's all, all they wanna hear Ahhh...
We know, we know that we are more than this More than we know, there's a reason we exist We know, we know, we know We won't be this easily dismissed
So point me toward the morning Can you point me toward the morning Someone point me toward the morning No more is it a sure thing So point me toward the morning Can you point me toward the morning Someone point me toward the...
Apartment complex reeks of old takeout Chinese At night the ventilation speaks Russian and Cantonese Ahhh...
We know, we know that we are more than this More than we know, there's a reason we exist We know, we know, we know We won't be this easily dismissed Oh, we know, we know that we are more than this More than we know, there's a reason we exist We know, we know, we know... We won't be this easily dismissed No, we won't be so easily dismissed
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| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:36 am | |
| Lyrics to We Are One : (The time is now} When we are loud, we are one When we are loud, we are one When we are one, we are more We are more, we are more, we are... We are one.
(the. time. is. now.)
When we are loud, we are one When we are one, we are more We are more, we are more, we are... We are one
If we're not the change we want to see If we're not the change, the change, the change Who will be?
When we are loud, we are one (if we're not the change) When we are one, we are more, we are more (we want to see) When we are loud, we are one (we are the change) When we are one, we are more, we are more, we are more We are... We are one.
When we are loud, we are one When we are one, we are more We are more, we are more, we are more, we are... We are one One We are more, we are more, we are more, we are... We are one When we are loud, we are more, we are more, we are one
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| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:36 am | |
| Lyrics to To Build A Mountain : Maybe a saint is just a dead prick with the good publicist Maybe tomorrow statues are insecure without their friends Go ask the frog what the scorpion knows
While you build your mountain But to build a mountain See I thought we all know You gotta dig a hole Not everybody knows We're just digging holes Beside the marble road
And maybe ethanol is methadone for oil addiction Maybe we'll all go green in desert shades of camouflage Go ask the bloodhounds 'til they find the mirage
While you build your mountain But to build a mountain See I thought you all know You gotta dig a hole Thought everybody knows That we're digging holes By the grassy knoll
Maybe a wolf is not a devil he just plays one on TV Maybe a Cuban Bay stay leaves you less than overjoyed Ask the fox about progress they'll say what's been destroyed
While you build your mountain But to build a mountain See I thought we all know You gotta dig a hole Thought everybody knows We're just digging holes Yeah sorry that's how it goes And I thought everybody knows We're stuck having souls They say it so it goes
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| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:36 am | |
| Lyrics to Darkness Rising : Come, come Come your darkness Come, come Come your private storm, come, come Your dark floods rising
I'll be here I'll be here I'll be here
Come, come Come your hollows, come, come Come torrential (eyes/ice) Come, come Your dark floods rising
I won't disappear I won't disappear I'll be here
Come, come Come your confines Come, come Rain down your waiting world, Come, come Your dark floods rising
Have no fear I'll be here I'll be here
Dark, dark floods rising Dark, darkness rising Come, come your darkness Rain down your darkness No matter how your demons, they rise to drive me out No matter, no matter, no matter how your demons try to drive me out, I will not disappear Look at us and have no fear Look at me... I'll be here
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| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:36 am | |
| Lyrics to Wake The Sun : Every dawn gets its day like Every frown gets her way like Every step to the daylight keeps you stumbling on Every backward blackbird Standing out through the rafters So sure he can meet her Thinks he bears a tone So wake up, wake up, wake the sun
Wake up, wake up, wake the sun Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain Wake up, wake up, wake the sun Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain Wait for, wait for the first train
Man dragging a sheep skin Preaching reeking of weekend To the siren speaking tongues of kingdom come Every dawn gets its day like Every gal gets her way like Every step that I lay down brings me where I'm from To lay down, lay down, to lay my cross
Wake up, wake up, wake the sun Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain Wake up, wake up, wake the sun Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain Wait for, wait for the first train
Oh oh, ohhh Oh oh, ohhh that train
Wake up, wake up, wake the sun Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain Wait for, wait for the first train
Who hired the walls of the station To arrest my imagination Profit from my place under the callous thumb Every dawn gets its day like Man, they blindly parade like Every step that we weigh down plays out like a drum To wake up, shake up, to wake the sun
Wake up, wake up, wake the sun Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain Wake up, wake up, wake the sun Wake up, wake up, hanging like a chain Wait for, wait for the first train
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| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:37 am | |
| Lyrics to Their City : We hide As their sidewalks crawl diseased The ever-shopping hopping fleas Their engines hum the suns reprise
We rise To skies punctured with stars She steers us through her Dogpatch bars A barback nods, he's one of ours
As they sleep Their city is awake and wide Their city is awake and wide We're aching inside, aching Mistakes are waiting Take me for a ride
My blood finally thick enough to drive Marianne, last touch: 5:45 The highway's already alive With the khakis teeming with caffeine To coax the cursor 'cross the screen The nervous tic-talking machine
All the lights go green For me, Lord Legless, and my Sacred Rose tat queen Ah - my Marianne Tell your old man We're nothing Ah - my Marianne Tell your old man we're nothing serious
From Lower Haight To Sea Cliff Estates Sped past their finest Yet gave no chase Brought our feast (their city) Of Mission grease (their city) To freeze our tits off (their city's awake) On Baker Beach (their city's awake) We rolled back to Polk (you rolled a smoke) (their city) You killed the beams (and then I spoke) (their city)
Marianne I'm half his age (their city) And half the man Tell your old man (their city) We're nothing serious
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Posts : 77809 Join date : 2009-10-13 Age : 32 Location : On Highway 55, six feet under, where no one can find her.
| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:37 am | |
| Lyrics to AM Tilts : Let. It. Go. Let it go! (rinse, repeat as necessary, remember fabric softener and separate the whites)
Come now, whats your name again? I'm not implying come morning I'll need to know but you never know.
The morning tilts Over the hills And floods the world The morning tilts The morning spills The morning tilts Over the hills And floods the world The morning tilts The morning spills We lose our grip And slip Into the day.
We can't kiss with grins like this Chapped lips are all over your ???? (perfect scar?) We better stop.
The morning tilts Over the hills And floods the world The morning tilts The morning spills The morning tilts Over the hills And floods the world The morning tilts The morning spills We lose our grip And slip Into the day.
Oh Oh Oh Over the world (the world) All our waking end All that we All that we Thrust against the end Thrust against (up against) Up against the end Oh oh is this? Oh this could be Could this be the end?
The morning tilts Over the hills And floods the world The morning tilts The morning spills The morning tilts Over the hills And floods the world The morning tilts The morning spills We lose our grip And slip Into the day
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Posts : 77809 Join date : 2009-10-13 Age : 32 Location : On Highway 55, six feet under, where no one can find her.
| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:37 am | |
| Lyrics to My Doe, Part 1 (Acoustic) : By first snow by first snow my Doe ought to have a ring Lord, I, I've been saving but Hope is on a rope, Hope's on a frayed rope and I can count her ribs from our kitchenette window I'm scared and unprepared she's starting to show
I know my Doe's a little bit psycho but she look alright with the lights low and my Doe wear her head inside out but my Doe know that I don't mind though
when we found Hope when we brought home Hope last of the litter down the way cloudy eyes cataract grey we never said but both knew adopting her meant more than any ceremony your mama's waiting for
I'm scared and unprepared she's starting to show I know ...
my Doe, my dear, my female she sell retail by the CVS pharmacy store
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Posts : 77809 Join date : 2009-10-13 Age : 32 Location : On Highway 55, six feet under, where no one can find her.
| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:37 am | |
| Lyrics to Nothing's Going On : I'm older than I've ever been I'm older than I've ever been but I'm younger than I'll ever be again either I been missing something or there's nothing going on so much nothing going on what the hell is going on? either I been missing something or nothing's been going on so much nothing going on
I'm more broke than I've ever been yeah, I'm more broke than I've ever been but my purse is fatter than she'll ever be again either all has been for no reason or they're all putting me on are you all putting me on? what the hell is going on? either all has been for no reason or you're all putting me on
either someone shot the Duke or I'm talking scrambled eggs either I been let down easy or these shoes done stole my legs
I'm wiser than I've ever been I'm wiser than I've ever been but more full of it full of it more full of shit than I'll ever be again either I been lying less often or I'm getting skilled at being wrong yeah, I'm getting good at being wrong what the hell is going on? either I been lying less often or I'm getting skilled at being wrong and they're all putting me on and there's nothing going on what the hell is going on? either I been missing something or nothing.
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Posts : 77809 Join date : 2009-10-13 Age : 32 Location : On Highway 55, six feet under, where no one can find her.
| Subject: Re: The Matches Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:37 am | |
| Lyrics to If Nothing Else : If this is perfect as it's gonna get you bet you better bet it's for the best no one gets us like we get us we’re such a mess yeaaaah
we make it rough then we make it right turn it around this mess is ours can't put it down
if nothing else hell we are good we are good at this at least
if nothing else if nothing else turn it around this mess is love can't put it down
if nothing else when nothing sells hows it lasting thanks for asking very well
If nothing else we don't need help their petty talk and pity looks can stuff 'emselves
If nothing else there's nothing more to the world than here behind the doggy door
our wolf can come and go we'll come and then some more if nothing else we’re good at this and that’s enough for me and her
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