Founds total 22 songs
You Can't Hold The Hand Of A Rock And Roll Man
This week's cash for last week's grass. Your crew collates while you sit in the van and wait. Gassed and trashed and smashed young cads. roasting away on a sunny summer day.
Unless It's Kicks
What gives this mess some grace unless it's kicks, man. Unless it's fictions, unless it's sweat or it's songs?. What hits against this chest unless it's a sick man's hand.
Title Track
All of the stage names evaporate. And it's just a blood-flushed and heart-rushing race. Either to kick off too soon or stick around too late. To be far too dear or too cut-rate.
Starry Stairs
They ask for more. What do you think this fanclub is for?. I slithered up each rose corridor. I kept a warm safe place in my core. Before I lost it. .
Singer Songwriter
Your great-grandfather was a great lawyer. And his kid made a mint off the war. Your father shot stills and then directed films. That your mom did publicity for.
Savannah Smiles
Midnight late last week, my daughter's diary. Didn't know what it might be until it was open. I only read one page and then put it away. Talk about your big mistakes. Hey Shan, nice going.
Plus Ones
No one wants to hear about your 97th tear,. so dry your eyes or let it go uncried, my dear.. I am all out of love to mouth into your ear,. and not above letting a love song disappear.
Pop Lie
All sweetly sung and succinctly stated. Words and music you calculated. To make you sing along. With your stereo on. As you stand in your shorts on your lawn.
Our Life Is Not A Movie Or Maybe
It's just a bad movie, where there's no crying. Handing the keys to me in this Red Lion,. Where the lock that you locked in the suite says there's no prying.
On Tour With Zykos
He gets close, but I choke. Take your shit, take your clothes. And get out of my home. I want you to love me. Or I want you long gone. You say your real name is John.
Lost Coastlines
Packed and all eyes turned in, no one to see on the quay. No one waving for me just the shoreline receding. Ticket in my hand, thinking wish I didn't hand it in.
John Allyn Smith Sails
By the second verse, dear friends. My head will burst, my life will end. So I'd like to start this one off by saying. "Live and love". . I was young and at home in bed.
Hand To Take Hold Of The Scene, A
I'm a band in a show about a man holding hands with his wife. On a therapist's couch, with his face to the ground after fucking around countless nights.
Girl In Port, A
Let fall your soft and swaying skirt. Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt. I'm not the ladykilling sort. Enough to hurt a girl in port. . Marie's gone blonde and lost a stone.
Calling And Not Calling My Ex
She was once mine. That smile that shines. From the glossy magazine that's stuck inside the Sunday Times. . She was so sweet on Christmas Eve. With the snow set deep.
Bruce Wayne Campbell Interviewed On The Roof Of The Chelsea Hotel, 1979
Pull down the shades, lets kill the morning. Lets kill the morning, let it die. Well, your eyes flash out a warning. But they'll be another morning after afternoon and tonight.
Bruce Wayne Campbell Interviewed On The Roof Of The Chelsea Hotel
Pull down the shades, lets kill the morning. Lets kill the morning, let it die. Well, your eyes flash out a warning. But they'll be another morning after afternoon and tonight.
Blue Tulip
They're waiting to hate you. So give them an excuse. They say that it changed you. I know that can't be true. . I came in the entrance. The makeup girl went through.
A Hand To Take Hold Of The Scene
I'm a band in a show about a man holding hands with his wife. On a therapist's couch, with his face to the ground after fucking around countless nights.
A Girl In Port
Let fall your soft and swaying skirt. Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt. I'm not the ladykilling sort. Enough to hurt a girl in port. . Marie's gone blonde and lost a stone.
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