It's always he said she said. I don't wanna listen to your bullshit, anymore. The things you say imbed plastic images. I'm trying but it's hard to ignore.
Are you ready? Ready to cry. Are you ready? Ready to cry. This is the saddest story we all know why. So cry cry cry. . Are you ready? Ready to leave. This life we love.
I had a little book. Was given to me. And every page. Spoke of liberty. . All my trials, Lord. Soon be over. . There is a tree. In paradise. And the pilgrims call it.
Addy gotta tattoo. She bought it with another month of working weekends. And it fits her like a glove. It's smiling at the baby. Looking at the needle work above his cute little head.
there's anthrax in the envelope i opened in my dream. the sky is red and little kids are running, screaming in the street. i tried to run and save them but i had molasses feet.
there's anthrax in the envelope i opened in my dream. the sky is red and little kids are running, screaming in the street. i tried to run and save them but i had molasses feet.
the boat that we're sailing on can't stop in town. 'cause the waves that the boat is on won't settle down. if this boat flips over and everyone drowns, well that's alright with me.
There's something in your eyes. Is everything alright?. You look up to the sky. You long for something more. . Darling, give me your right hand. I think I understand.
Words & music by Jen Foster. . When the light of love surrounds you. When the dark of night confounds you. When the shadow life astounds you. Breathe in, and say amen, amen, once again.
Words & music by Jen Foster. . Won't you please tell me just where you're going. I'm on edge with this uncertainty. I know I have made it hard to get to know me.
Its not the fear of seeing new days, but its the fear of seeing your eyes. full of august promises and september curses. and helping your hands with wayward stabbings.
We falter, forgive, when the hinges break. We spiral, impact, and watch the high chairs fall. . Using all defence, they drew us inside their curfews. Breaking hold of functions, mark my words,.
There are the days I cannot know. or understand,. a piano in a moving van, way behind. at the light.. . And a wave is rolling over. a wave is moving over.
Fucked and so lonely. Waiting for you to realize where we've gone wrong. Fuck you, this song I made for you. And you know you don't deserve it don't you?.
i want to be in a motercycle gang. gangreen and mean and fucked up all the time.. picture me on the back of a harley. leather-clad and bad and driving fifty-five..
Saw you on the tv. But that's not how i remember. Know that you can't see me in there. Tell me about the big screen. Is it what you remember. Did you want to mean something back there.
Cease to know or to tell. Or to see or to be your own. Cease to know or to tell. Or to see or to be your own. . Have someone else's will as your own. Have someone else's will as your own.
This song will become the anthem of your underground.. You're two floors down getting high in the back room.. If I flooded out your house, do you think you'd make it out,.
The tents go up. As I go down. Down to the flats and into the sound. The closer I get to the city. The further I am from memory. In the green grass looking up.