1. Caring is creepy.
I think I'll go home and mull this over before I cram it down my throat, at long last it's crashed, the colossal mass has broken up into bits in my moat. Lift the mattress off the floor, walk the cramps off, go meander in the cold. Hail to your dark skin hiding the fact you're dead again underneath the power lines seeking shade, far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason.
It's a luscious mix of words and tricks that let us bet when you know we should fold, on rocks I dreamt of where we'd stepped and the whole mess of roads we're now on.
Hold your glass up, hold it in never betray the way you've always known it is. One day I'll be wondering how I got so old just wondering how, I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow. This is way beyond my remote concern of being condescending, all these squawking birds won't quit, building nothing, laying bricks.
Hold your glass up, hold it in never betray the way you've always known it is. One day I'll be wondering how I got so old just wondering how, I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow. This is way beyond my remote concern of being condescending, all these squawking birds won't quit, building nothing, laying bricks.
2. One by one all day.
Howdy Lem, my grandfather said with his eyes closed, wiping the eastbound dust from his sunburned brow, a life before doubt. I smell the engine grease and mint the wind is blending under the moan of rotting elm in the silo floor.
Down a hill of pine tree quills, we made our way to the bottom and the ferns where thick moss grows, beside a stream. Under the rocks are snails and we can fills our pockets and let them go one by one all day in a brand new place.
You were no ordinary drain on her defenses and she was no ordinary girl, oh, inverted world. If every moment of our lives were cradled softly in the hands of some strange and gentle child, I'd not roll my eyes so.
3. Weird divide.
Several days a month you made the mile to my house and had me do a stroll with you. Far below a furry moon our purposes crossed, the weird divide between our kinds.
The silver leaves of ailing trees took flights as we passed so long ago but a short time I know. It pleases me this memory has swollen up with age, even time can do good things to you.
4. Know your onion!
Shut out, pimpled and angry, I quietly tied all my guts into knots. Gave up on trying to make them, I figured it'd take them too long to look up and besides, it was undeniably clear to me I don't know why, when every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters, I knew what worthless dregs we've always been.
Lucked out and found my favorite records, lying in wait at the Birmingham mall. The songs that I heard, the occasional book were the only fun I ever took, and I got on with making myself.
The trick is just making yourself but when they're parking their cars on your chest you've still got a view of the summer sky to make it hurt twice when your restless body, caves to its whims and suddenly struggles to take flight.
Three thousand miles north east I left all my friends at the morning bus stop shaking their heads. "What kind of life you dream of? You're allergic to love." Yes I know but I must say in my own defense it's been undeniably dear to me, I don't know why, when every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters I knew the worthless dregs we are, the selfless, loving saints we are, the melting, sliding dice we've always been.
5. Girl inform me.
Girl inform me, all my senses warn me, your clever eyes could easily disguise some backwards purpose, it's enough to make me nervous. Do you harbor sighs, or spit in my eye but your lips when we speak are the valleys and peaks of a mountain range on fire. So let me walk these coals till you believe I can cut the mustard well enough, ‘cause you know as soon as breathe we scrutinize. Unknown quotients, you must be using potions, how else could you tie my head to the sky. This new convection has left me wondering why I can't concern myself with ordinary tripe.
Like what's this morning's paper got to say and which brand of coffee to make, this is no umbrella to take into the wind and before we begin is there nothing to kill this anxiety.
But your lips when we speak are the valleys and peaks of a mountain range on fire. So let me walk these coals till you believe I can cut the mustard well enough, ‘cause you know as soon as breathe we scrutinize the paint away.
6. New slang.
Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth, only, I don't know how they got out, dear. Turn me back into the pet that I was when we met, I was happier then with no mind-set. And if you'd 'a took to me like a gull takes to the wind, well, I'd 'a jumped from my tree and I'd a danced like the king of the eyesores, and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries, hope it's right when you die, old and bony. Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall, never should have called but my head's to the wall and I'm lonely. And if you'd 'a took to me like a gull takes to the wind, well, I'd 'a jumped from my tree and I'd a danced like the kind of the eyesores, and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs, and bleed into their buns 'till they melt away. I'm looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find, without a trust or flaming fields am I too dumb to refine? And if you'd 'a took to me like, well, I'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores, and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
7. Celibate life.
The dust from a four-day affair is now landing all over the floor and your brown legs, the gold plated legs of my rival whose eyes had no reason to fall. You led no celibate life, no skirt while chemicals danced on your head, you stole the keys to this ride and your fables are falling tonight.
Because of your struggle to make them, their taste for your past time is fading, remember the girls in the middle are always the first to fall off. You'll learn to live like a mouse, searching the cracks in the floor to remember all the dregs in the crowd you barely recall.
You led no celibate life, no skirt while chemicals danced on your head, you stole the keys to this ride and your fables are falling tonight.
8. Girl on the wing.
One wound up punch of intuition lays flat my whole take on us. You're the girl on the wing of a barnstormer, the tidal rabbit who came of age before her time. We could have been so good-natured if I'd relented when you insisted, but we've been backed against all nature's walls far too long. You felt abandoned by me, I recall the sunshine as you were melting and though the comedy softens the fall, they still hear us with their ears to the wall.
I sold all my evil motives, no icicles stuck in my hide. I'm through with riddles, I know we're little, just help me feel warm inside. Before we take this ride and let it slide into the cracks where fall and winter collide, I surrender all my gall in a song of modern love. Remember you're the one who summoned me above any other kind, any other kind.
We could have been so good-natured if you'd relented when I insisted, we take a week off, let the garden grow by itself and let the gluttons fill themselves with all the worst of the gory nineties, and though the comedy softens the fall, we stall fall short. Before we take this ride and let it slide into the cracks where fall and winter collide, I surrender all my gall in a song of modern love. Remember you're the one who summoned me above any other kind, any other kind.
9. Your algebra.
You may notice certain things before you die, mail them to me should they cause your algebra to fail.
Cole and Macey lost their eyes on the finer points, roll them up in coffee cake and dine.
10. Pressed in a book.
Doted on like seeds planted in rows, the untied shoelaces of your life nutured all year, then presssed in a book or displayed in bad taste at the table, problems arise and you fan the fire while there's a wild pack of dogs loose in your house tonight. Cut from bad cloth or soiled like socks, add it up and basically people never change.
They just talk and make plans in the dark or make haste with ideas that can't help but creep good people out, as you talk to me too much you're assuming, we don't always want what's right.
Did I strike the right set of chords? You're annoyed, the goal is to ignite you then move on. You feel ill at ease, you got no squeeze and the wise cracks won't make you more stable, you've learned you lines to scale and to time, why must I remind you now I'm only less able. Cut from bad cloth or soiled like socks, we're ordinary people, we can't help but to change.
As we walk and make plans in the dark or make haste with the boy who can't help but creep good people out as you talk to me too much you're assuming, we don't always want what's right.
Two fallen saplings in an open field, snow padding gently on an empty bench, an old woman's jewelry lying unadorned, Colonesting Robins allied for the first time, I know when you hear these sappy lines you'll roll your eyes and say "nice try".
11. The past and pending,
As someone sets light to the first fire of autumn we settle down to cut ourselves apart. Cough and twitch from the news on your face and some foreign candle burning in your eyes.
Held to the past, too aware of the pending, chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale. Enter the fog another low road descending away from the cold lust, you house and summertime.
Blind to the last cursed affair pistols and countless eyes, a trail of white blood betrays the reckless route, your craft is running. Feed till the sun turns into wood, dousing an ancient torch, loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love.
Your name on my cast and my notes on your stay, offer me little but doting on a crime. We've turned every stone and for all our inventions, in matters of love loss, we've no recourse at all.
Blind to the last cursed affair pistols and countless eyes, a trail of white blood betrays the reckless route, your craft is running. Feed till the sun turns into wood, dousing an ancient torch, loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love.
I think I'll go home and mull this over before I cram it down my throat, at long last it's crashed, the colossal mass has broken up into bits in my moat. Lift the mattress off the floor, walk the cramps off, go meander in the cold. Hail to your dark skin hiding the fact you're dead again underneath the power lines seeking shade, far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason.
It's a luscious mix of words and tricks that let us bet when you know we should fold, on rocks I dreamt of where we'd stepped and the whole mess of roads we're now on.
Hold your glass up, hold it in never betray the way you've always known it is. One day I'll be wondering how I got so old just wondering how, I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow. This is way beyond my remote concern of being condescending, all these squawking birds won't quit, building nothing, laying bricks.
Hold your glass up, hold it in never betray the way you've always known it is. One day I'll be wondering how I got so old just wondering how, I never got cold wearing nothing in the snow. This is way beyond my remote concern of being condescending, all these squawking birds won't quit, building nothing, laying bricks.
2. One by one all day.
Howdy Lem, my grandfather said with his eyes closed, wiping the eastbound dust from his sunburned brow, a life before doubt. I smell the engine grease and mint the wind is blending under the moan of rotting elm in the silo floor.
Down a hill of pine tree quills, we made our way to the bottom and the ferns where thick moss grows, beside a stream. Under the rocks are snails and we can fills our pockets and let them go one by one all day in a brand new place.
You were no ordinary drain on her defenses and she was no ordinary girl, oh, inverted world. If every moment of our lives were cradled softly in the hands of some strange and gentle child, I'd not roll my eyes so.
3. Weird divide.
Several days a month you made the mile to my house and had me do a stroll with you. Far below a furry moon our purposes crossed, the weird divide between our kinds.
The silver leaves of ailing trees took flights as we passed so long ago but a short time I know. It pleases me this memory has swollen up with age, even time can do good things to you.
4. Know your onion!
Shut out, pimpled and angry, I quietly tied all my guts into knots. Gave up on trying to make them, I figured it'd take them too long to look up and besides, it was undeniably clear to me I don't know why, when every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters, I knew what worthless dregs we've always been.
Lucked out and found my favorite records, lying in wait at the Birmingham mall. The songs that I heard, the occasional book were the only fun I ever took, and I got on with making myself.
The trick is just making yourself but when they're parking their cars on your chest you've still got a view of the summer sky to make it hurt twice when your restless body, caves to its whims and suddenly struggles to take flight.
Three thousand miles north east I left all my friends at the morning bus stop shaking their heads. "What kind of life you dream of? You're allergic to love." Yes I know but I must say in my own defense it's been undeniably dear to me, I don't know why, when every other part of life seemed locked behind shutters I knew the worthless dregs we are, the selfless, loving saints we are, the melting, sliding dice we've always been.
5. Girl inform me.
Girl inform me, all my senses warn me, your clever eyes could easily disguise some backwards purpose, it's enough to make me nervous. Do you harbor sighs, or spit in my eye but your lips when we speak are the valleys and peaks of a mountain range on fire. So let me walk these coals till you believe I can cut the mustard well enough, ‘cause you know as soon as breathe we scrutinize. Unknown quotients, you must be using potions, how else could you tie my head to the sky. This new convection has left me wondering why I can't concern myself with ordinary tripe.
Like what's this morning's paper got to say and which brand of coffee to make, this is no umbrella to take into the wind and before we begin is there nothing to kill this anxiety.
But your lips when we speak are the valleys and peaks of a mountain range on fire. So let me walk these coals till you believe I can cut the mustard well enough, ‘cause you know as soon as breathe we scrutinize the paint away.
6. New slang.
Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth, only, I don't know how they got out, dear. Turn me back into the pet that I was when we met, I was happier then with no mind-set. And if you'd 'a took to me like a gull takes to the wind, well, I'd 'a jumped from my tree and I'd a danced like the king of the eyesores, and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries, hope it's right when you die, old and bony. Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall, never should have called but my head's to the wall and I'm lonely. And if you'd 'a took to me like a gull takes to the wind, well, I'd 'a jumped from my tree and I'd a danced like the kind of the eyesores, and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs, and bleed into their buns 'till they melt away. I'm looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find, without a trust or flaming fields am I too dumb to refine? And if you'd 'a took to me like, well, I'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores, and the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
7. Celibate life.
The dust from a four-day affair is now landing all over the floor and your brown legs, the gold plated legs of my rival whose eyes had no reason to fall. You led no celibate life, no skirt while chemicals danced on your head, you stole the keys to this ride and your fables are falling tonight.
Because of your struggle to make them, their taste for your past time is fading, remember the girls in the middle are always the first to fall off. You'll learn to live like a mouse, searching the cracks in the floor to remember all the dregs in the crowd you barely recall.
You led no celibate life, no skirt while chemicals danced on your head, you stole the keys to this ride and your fables are falling tonight.
8. Girl on the wing.
One wound up punch of intuition lays flat my whole take on us. You're the girl on the wing of a barnstormer, the tidal rabbit who came of age before her time. We could have been so good-natured if I'd relented when you insisted, but we've been backed against all nature's walls far too long. You felt abandoned by me, I recall the sunshine as you were melting and though the comedy softens the fall, they still hear us with their ears to the wall.
I sold all my evil motives, no icicles stuck in my hide. I'm through with riddles, I know we're little, just help me feel warm inside. Before we take this ride and let it slide into the cracks where fall and winter collide, I surrender all my gall in a song of modern love. Remember you're the one who summoned me above any other kind, any other kind.
We could have been so good-natured if you'd relented when I insisted, we take a week off, let the garden grow by itself and let the gluttons fill themselves with all the worst of the gory nineties, and though the comedy softens the fall, we stall fall short. Before we take this ride and let it slide into the cracks where fall and winter collide, I surrender all my gall in a song of modern love. Remember you're the one who summoned me above any other kind, any other kind.
9. Your algebra.
You may notice certain things before you die, mail them to me should they cause your algebra to fail.
Cole and Macey lost their eyes on the finer points, roll them up in coffee cake and dine.
10. Pressed in a book.
Doted on like seeds planted in rows, the untied shoelaces of your life nutured all year, then presssed in a book or displayed in bad taste at the table, problems arise and you fan the fire while there's a wild pack of dogs loose in your house tonight. Cut from bad cloth or soiled like socks, add it up and basically people never change.
They just talk and make plans in the dark or make haste with ideas that can't help but creep good people out, as you talk to me too much you're assuming, we don't always want what's right.
Did I strike the right set of chords? You're annoyed, the goal is to ignite you then move on. You feel ill at ease, you got no squeeze and the wise cracks won't make you more stable, you've learned you lines to scale and to time, why must I remind you now I'm only less able. Cut from bad cloth or soiled like socks, we're ordinary people, we can't help but to change.
As we walk and make plans in the dark or make haste with the boy who can't help but creep good people out as you talk to me too much you're assuming, we don't always want what's right.
Two fallen saplings in an open field, snow padding gently on an empty bench, an old woman's jewelry lying unadorned, Colonesting Robins allied for the first time, I know when you hear these sappy lines you'll roll your eyes and say "nice try".
11. The past and pending,
As someone sets light to the first fire of autumn we settle down to cut ourselves apart. Cough and twitch from the news on your face and some foreign candle burning in your eyes.
Held to the past, too aware of the pending, chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale. Enter the fog another low road descending away from the cold lust, you house and summertime.
Blind to the last cursed affair pistols and countless eyes, a trail of white blood betrays the reckless route, your craft is running. Feed till the sun turns into wood, dousing an ancient torch, loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love.
Your name on my cast and my notes on your stay, offer me little but doting on a crime. We've turned every stone and for all our inventions, in matters of love loss, we've no recourse at all.
Blind to the last cursed affair pistols and countless eyes, a trail of white blood betrays the reckless route, your craft is running. Feed till the sun turns into wood, dousing an ancient torch, loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love.
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Año: 2001.
Procedencia de la banda: Albuquerque (Nuevo México), Estados Unidos.
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Procedencia de la banda: Albuquerque (Nuevo México), Estados Unidos.
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