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Post by 3post1jack1 on Nov 23, 2022 10:20:33 GMT -5
And it's a piss poor life when the ladies fire you up And then you check their oil and know you're fucked 'Cause no one wants a loser who works for 5 an hour Smells like gas, looks like shit, works in the rain and rude as hell
Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Nov 24, 2022 4:14:41 GMT -5
He drags me out on the dance floor And we're dancing close and slow Now he's got a woman at home He's got another woman down the hall He seems to want me anyway Why'd you have to get so drunk And lead me on that way You just picked up a hitcher A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
If I had an orchard, I'd work till I'm raw If I had an orchard, I'd work till I'm sore And you would wait tables and soon run the store Gold hair in the sunlight, my light in the dawn If I had an orchard, I'd work till I'm sore If I had an orchard, I'd work till I'm sore And someday I'll be like the man on the screen
But part of me is caveated out... Like maybe certain circumstances are permissible Maybe I could and you could just look the other way Is it so wrong I wanna feel good?
Post by Fitter Happier on Dec 29, 2022 13:45:06 GMT -5
Driving out into the sun Let the ultraviolet cover me up Went looking for a creation myth Ended up with a pair of cracked lips Windows down, scream along To some America First rap, country song A slaughterhouse, an outlet mall Slot machines, fear of God Windows down, heater on Big bolts of lightning hanging low Over the coast, everyone's convinced It's a government drone or an alien spaceship Either way, we're not alone I'll find a new place to be from A haunted house with a picket fence To float around and ghost my friends No, I'm not afraid to disappear The billboard said, "The end is near" I turned around, there was nothing there Yeah, I guess the end is here
Driving out into the sun Let the ultraviolet cover me up Went looking for a creation myth Ended up with a pair of cracked lips Windows down, scream along To some America First rap, country song A slaughterhouse, an outlet mall Slot machines, fear of God Windows down, heater on Big bolts of lightning hanging low Over the coast, everyone's convinced It's a government drone or an alien spaceship Either way, we're not alone I'll find a new place to be from A haunted house with a picket fence To float around and ghost my friends No, I'm not afraid to disappear The billboard said, "The end is near" I turned around, there was nothing there Yeah, I guess the end is here
Post by Fitter Happier on Jan 5, 2023 19:27:30 GMT -5
Your apartment out in Houston's where I waited Stayin' with you when I didn't have a address Fuckin' on you when I didn't own a mattress Workin' on a way to make it outta Texas, every night
Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Jan 8, 2023 0:07:40 GMT -5
I don't believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you Not to touch a hair on your head To leave you as you are And if He felt He had to direct you Then direct you into my arms Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms
And I don't believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that's true But if I did I would summon them together And ask them to watch over you To each burn a candle for you To make bright and clear your path And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love And guide you into my arms Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms
And I believe in Love And I know that you do too And I believe in some kind of path That we can walk down, me and you So keep your candles burning And make her journey bright and pure That she will keep returning Always and evermore Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Almost cut my hair Happened just the other day It was getting kind of long I could have said it wasn’t my way But I didn’t. And I wonder why. Feel like letting my freak flag fly. Cause I feel like I owe it to someone.
Emily, I'm sorry, baby You know how I get when I'm wrong And I can feel myself becoming Somebody I'm not, I'm not, so Emily, forgive me, can we Make it up as we go along? I'm 27 and I don't know who I am But I know what I want Mm-mm-hmm, mm-hmm
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Emily, I'm sorry, baby You know how I get when I'm wrong And I can feel myself becoming Somebody I'm not, I'm not, so Emily, forgive me, can we Make it up as we go along? I'm 27 and I don't know who I am But I know what I want Mm-mm-hmm, mm-hmm
They're SO GOOD! I'm ready for the full album, and love how they released, essentially, a Julien song, a Phoebe song, and a Lucy song, as the singles/teasers.
If I could have chosen, I would have been born a woman My mother once told me she would have named me Laura I would grow up to be strong and beautiful like her One day, I’d find an honest man to make my husband We would have two children, build our home on the Gulf of Mexico Our family would spend hot summer days at the beach together The sun would kiss our skin as we played in the sand and water We would know we loved each other without having to say it
Post by Fitter Happier on Jan 22, 2023 12:49:21 GMT -5
It's not the energy reeling Nor the lines in your face Nor the clouds on the ceiling Nor the clouds in space It's not the phone on the table Nor the bed in the earth Nor the bed in the stable Nor your stable words It's not the formless being Nor the cry in the air Nor the boy I'm seeing With her long black hair It's not the open weaving Nor the furnace glow Nor the blood of you bleeding As you try to let go It's not the room Not beginning Not the crowd Not winning Not the planet Not spinning Not a rouse Not heat Not the fire lapping up the creek Not food Not to eat Not the meat of your thigh Nor your spine tattoo Nor your shimmery eye Nor the wet of the dew It's not the warm illusion Nor the crack in the plate Nor the breath of confusion Nor the starkness of slate It's not the room Not beginning Not the crowd Not winning Not the planet Not spinning Not a rouse Not heat Not the fire lapping up the creek Not food Not to eat Not what you really wanted Nor the mess in your purse Nor the bed that is haunted With a blanket of thirst It's not the hunger revealing Nor the ricochet in the cave Nor the hand that is healing Nor the nameless grave It's not the room Not beginning Not the crowd Not winning Not the planet Not spinning Not a rouse Not heat Not the fire lapping up the creek Not food Not to eat Not to die Not dying Not to laugh Not lying Not the vacant wilderness vying Not the room Not beginning Not the crowd Not winning Not the planet Not spinning
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