As we get older, don't you know. That this life it gets colder, yeah. If you can hold on, just a little longer. If you can hold on, just a little stronger.
No sense of self. To balance it off. Preconceived notions of something. Everyones gone. Will I show up. With all that I have to give. Would you consider it a gift.
Well, that weight is heavy, you'll carry it to your dead. 'Til you can't feel your fingers, 'til you can't fill your head. 'Til you can't make decisions to save your own life.
Artist: American Head Charge. Song: Self. . No sense of self. To balance it off. . Preconceived notions of something. That everyones gone. . Will I show up.
stink filled spasms. deep in a colostomy bag. I like being trapped inside. the plastics wearing out. red and perfect her legs. spread out in front of me.
Sundown. Friday twilight in the big town. Party people getting ready now. Somewhere, baby. I know your waiting, the city's vibrating. . The city's in a heatwave.
Sitting in the morning sun. i'll be sitting when the evening comes. watching the ships roll in. and i watch 'em roll away again. Sitting on the dock of the bay.
I need a better way to get my head straight. It's not like anybody would know. Gotta silver cloud high above me. Running circles around and round me. .
And you need me every time,. I'll wait it out for a while,. But someone get me outta here.. It's better now that I'm not around.. . Maybe you can see.
Staring down the boulevard. Crescent heights the city lights the way. To another wasted day. . Shiny cars and shooting stars. California dreaming in my ear.
No one told me there'd be days like these. I'm sick of sinkin' man I'm on my knees. Tell me again just why you lied to me. It's separation anxiety. . Where did I go wrong? Is what I'm feeling.
I could hang around. You could let me down again. But it's killing me. I can't waste a sound again. You'll break me if you can. You'll break me if you can.
I've been so low. Yeah I've been so strung out. Can you picture this?. . I'll take something. It's better than nothing, anything. That you've got to give.
I'm no good. I feel too small. Something's gonna burn. Sink on you. Drunken highways. Someone take the wheel. . Faded in the blackout you left me in. It's safer on the outside.
Oh lights are shining down but I feel dead. The sickly sweet holidays keep me in bed. But when I'm awake, crying everyday. I wish that you were here when Christmas comes this time each year.
could it be that you and me were made to breathe and show our love. could it be we only bleed when someone cuts to draw our blood. . they say it's in love but fear is what they seek.
joe was a carpenter. made a living working wood with the tools in his hand. a blue collar man. he's got a family. wife two kids and a van. . he comes home every night with concerns for his family.
Sit back and open fire. With legs until desires. Sit back and open fire. Sit back and just retire. . Sit back and open fire. Sit back and. . Live in submission, live in a choice.
Let me tell you a little 'bout my life. About the things I've done and seen. It might be a little harsh for you to grasp. But in the end you'll feel complete.
I am no one. But not like you. I will burn too. Blinded by the night-time. Out on your play. Running the faith. Shining the fate. Blind eye no mind. .