released on the tour 7" and. the Floppy Records compilation No-Fi Trash. . Have I taken you for granted?. But I know what matters most to you. In slow motion as you walk on by.
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight. . Stay in the house close all the windows. Now you're searching for fire. Some will say as others are listening.
I'm looking out through the window. The sun has come. Leather jacket and motorbike. I'm down the road. . Life is never like we expected. And I'm stuck.
Lay down. Your sweet and weary head. Night is falling. You have come to journeys end. . Sleep now and dream. Of the ones who came before. They are calling.
first time you look so cute. I don't know when you so crude. tried to open my stud. . you like a poison. I can't hold my pants on. night of lust that I want.
Walk slowly, the rest of your life, my dear. Sing clearly, the path of the arrow is near. The river will dry up every year. The sun should drink every last tear.
In the bleak mid-winter. Frosty wind made moan. Earth stood hard as iron. Water like a stone. Snow had fallen, snow on snow. Snow on snow. In the bleak mid-winter.
I'm stuck in a nation who wants democracy. society burn the flag. president has to flap. . I'm stuck in a bad condition. this is not where I supposed to be.
I'm big record company. there is no god except money. sell out is the only word you have to believe. . I'm a law that you agree. religion is an alibi.
Il est né, il est né. Il est né, il est né. Il est né, le divin Enfant. Jouez, hautbois, résonnez, musettes. Il est né, le divin Enfant. Chantons tous son avènement.
to be released on a forthcoming compilation on Close to Nothing Records. . red die fall to the bottom. like movies making great cinema. being the spiral.
I put a spell on you. Beause you're mine. . You better stop the things you do. I tell you, I ain't lyin'. I ain't lyin'. . You know I can't stand it. Your runnin' around.
streaming on the internet. the producers assume you. new definition of talented. yes I know it's you. . don't need a good voice. sing a song like a noise.
Sound mixed in with discovery. Found an ancient landmark to call home. For this cold war my voice gets dry. Place problems on a shelf to sit and die. Sent off my letter, a stapled picture and one short prayer.
I put a spell on you. Beause you're mine. . You better stop the things you do. I tell you, I ain't lyin'. I ain't lyin'. . You know I can't stand it. Your runnin' around.
I'm out of anger. don't wanna sing again. (but you still singing). . I'm out of anger. let it out from my mind. (let it out from my mind). . sing about politics.
There's beauty inside - there is beauty inside. The darkest of nights - the black and red lights. This spring has been frozen - the gods have been chosen.
we sing this song for you. for my family and everyone will be. a question that i never find the answer. why people just look the outside of me. . i don't care what will fuckers say.
Away from the city that hurts and mocks. I'm standing alone by the desolate docks. In the still and the chill of the night. I see the horizon, the great unknown.