Fiddle Set

Fiddle Set. . E minor jig (traditional). The Moon Coin (traditional). Shawn's Lament for He is in Hell (Dan Stacey). Limerick Lassies (traditional).

Faithful Departed

Faithful Departed. (Phil Chevron). . This graveyard hides a million secrets. And the trees know more than they can tell. The ghosts of the saints and scholars will haunt you.

Found My Center

My tired eyes are blackened wicks. Razor tucked under my chin. Quit, quit, quitters started quitting. One last time. . Take me down to the other side.

Flagship Eleanor

I've got a tricked-out receiver. And I think it's built to win. I've got one chance to receive her voice. Translucent, delicate. . Breakdown, breakout, Eleanor.

First Time Believers

I am a tiny machinist. I have the smallest plans. We have a mind television. The gift of idle hands. . I've been re-educated. To bleed technology. Even more complicated.

Favorite Dog

That's my other hand, open and empty. It wants one too I guess. That's my other jaw, swollen and shameless. It talks too much I know. And another singer is born, every sip I take.

Fall In Line

If youre sitting down get on your feet. Lets wake up those who are asleep. March on, left to right to left again. Our feet in sync to this rhythm. Conducted by the hand of the saving One.

Faster

As I step out into space.. I wonder what you would say.. If you knew that I was here.. Perfecting my mistakes.. I poured that gasoline.. Last drop to the machine..

Falling

We are your children and we're going, yeah we're going, under (?) all the world. This is your promise and we're holding, yeah we're holding on to all you are.

For You, For Me

Forget Me Knot

Don't forget me now,. laughing through the tears. For somewhere, somehow,. life becomes the years. You speak to millions,. but you're talking to no one.

Figure It Out

Why pretend that we don't know. CEOs are the disease. Freedom is raped by war like whore. like technology. Technology, technology of. materialism. Personal freedom only an.

Feed Us

Maybe we believe she was ready to go. In the morning light. Maybe you believe that she was mode of gold. In the east where you killed her. . You lead us when you need to feed us.

Fears

A look from your heart stare,. Imagine all the tear,. You took upon your fragile heel. The mirror of the hate. You filled your heart with fate. To avenge your loved long lost fears.

Falling Stars

Please raise your child to day. The way that you were born to play. Way that we all disappear. Allowing us to shade our fears. . Pain, your every stamp.

Face Down

Lyrics: ryan dennis. Music: serial joe. © 1999. . Lost amidst this false reality. Don't feel a thing anymore. You're on your knees and begging. Face down on the floor.

Feeling Of Flying

Yes I admit that I. wish I could fly sometimes. just leave the ground. and watch everything from the sky, sometimes. it's unreal but imagine. the feeling of flying.

Futon

He was drinking alcohol again with friends. They wanted to be happy all the time. The dream is yours and mine. But someone said that alcohol's no good.

Fun Never Ends

Back then, we wished that we were older waiting for the summer. Everything was new, when everything was fun. She would come over and slip into the water.

Found You

I found you. Sick and twisted. Face down. . I faced it. I missed you. I missed it. . Hell bent. I swear father. I get scared. . I'm so glad. I finally.