I lost my fear in your arms
I lost my tears in your car
I lost my will in your candle lit eyes
And all my love in your yard
Baby would you leave me if you knew that I was makin it up?
And underneath the love you got to wonder if I’m giving you up
No way am I. It goes on.
Violent is the motion in my heart and in my body and mind
Silent is the feeling that I’m lost, but I’m determined to find
And love is but an ocean, an unrealistic notion, but I cling to her devotion and let it pull me down to the floor
It goes on, on, on, on.
I found my will in your car
I caught my tears in your arms
I found myself on that poor county drive
And found my love in your guard
Oh, Baby would you leave me if you knew that I was making it up?
And underneath the love you got to wonder am I giving you up?
No way am I. It goes on.
It goes on, on, on, on.
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So you just stepped out of the front of my house and I’ll never see you again And the door shut, shut I was vacuum packed, shrink wrapped, out of air And fully clothed, I’ll float away (I’ll float away) And I picture this corpse on the M8 hearse and I half run away to sleep And fully clothed, I float away Take your life, give it a shake
I closed my eyes for a second and when they opened you weren’t there
And the spine collapsed, and the eyes rolled back to stare at my starving brain
Down the forth, into the sea
Oh, I think I’ll save suicide for another day
On a rolled up coat against the window with the strobe of the sun and the life I’ve led
Am I ready to leap?
Is there peace beneath the roar of the forth road bridge?
On the northern side there’s a fife of mine and a boat in the port for me
Down the forth, into the sea
I’ll steer myself through drunken waves
These manic gulls scream it’s okay
Gather up all your loose change
Oh, I think I’ll save suicide for another year
Everything is just the same
Wrench it out from her landscapes.
For all we know it’s just a game
If love is blind, where’s your illness?
For all we know we’re all ashamed
And inside each is a weakness
But darkness doesn’t know the game
Darkness knows I have a weakness
All my friends, they catch me when I’m gone
And I keep acting so stupid, just sucking on my thumb.
If you keep playing, so count it, I won’t know when anything changes
If you keep saying we’re useless, well we’ll just fulfill your game.
Everything is just the same
Kill the lights and be silent
For all we know it’s just a stain.
If love is blind, where’s your harness?
For all we know it’s just a game
If love is seen, where’s your illness?
All my friends, they ignore me when I’m wrong
and I don’t know why, I can’t say why, I just feel that way sometimes
And if you know that you can say that I have no problem being shunned
Most of the time we are wrong and we think we are the righteous ones.
Everything is just the same.
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As usual, I’m late on the hilarious shit train but here’s Liam Lynch + Dan Deacon’s video from way back. Makes me laugh.
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Thank you.
Thank you for showing me that a life lived out of fear and fear alone is a life not lived at all.
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You want a medal for the things you’ve done
Well, prizes don’t come around as easy as you want ‘em now
You want a mountain with your face engraved
So everybody in the world can see the face of nothing changedHip hip hooray, you’re our saving grace
Here’s to you and your poker face
Hip hip hooray, you’re our saving grace
Here’s to youYou want a monument erected in your name, and
Odds are we will tear it down when you leave as quickly as you came
You want a place in the history books, but
No one has changed history with double talk and dirty looksYou heighten yourself to lower the blame, and
You martyr yourself to heighten the fame, and
You lower yourself to draw the compassion,
Here’s to youYou want a medal for the things you’ve done, but
If you really did a damn thing, we would have gave you one
You want a mountain with your face engraved
So everyone will know the face when approached by the runawayHip hip hooray, you’re our saving grace
Here’s to you and your poker face
Hip hip hooray, you’re our saving grace
Here’s to you
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