THE STREETS OF SAN FRANCISCO
Storybook Disease (Koski)
I have broken many dreams, but like broken hearts they seem to mend with ease Iíve traversed the open sea with a grain of guts and a gallon of need but Iím tired and Iím easily fixed a hair trigger in this one's breed Iím upset with upsetting things and always sad to see the good things leave.So whatís wrong you? so what's wrong with you? so what's wrong with you? she says oh, what's wrong with you is what's wrong with meLong lost negotiations make in hell to break my nerves toiled and fought my way to the top, I haven't done but have tried at least to deserve shiny things on golden jeweled plates aren't just handed out for those in need oh Iíve learned and Iím learning still that staying idle is the worst disease I blame myself for breaking promises I made to myself in so called "dire need" but I won't apologize for the cursed words Iíve laid upon those that I blamed it's no use to toil over this isn't life to be a simple thing? it's a flux, a want for worth that I need to dispel those need.
2. Jackie Jab (Bonnel/Koski/Wickersham)
Jakie Jab is looking fab. He's got treble and a bass and a big tab. He's got oil in his hair from Arab and when he falls down, he dalls smack dab.Hey fellas, get him a cab, whatís his name, Jackie jab!Three square means everyday, but nothings square about the American way. his friends get off on Doris Day and he hasn't a clue what to say.Hey fellas, get him a car, whatís his name, Jackie jab!!!
3. Tied Down, Spit on (Koski)
You better go, or you'll be stepped on with your sharpened bayonette boots you'll be long gone.You gotta go, You gotta get on with all the glory of good riches you've been brainwashed. And as for all the days and what you'll do with them, just spend some quiet time you need some rest to mend. you're getting slow, you're getting old now, you gotta run, just like you used to, you're tied down, boy, you've been tied down and spit on.
4. Teenage Genocide (Koski/Wickersham)
Well, you don't really know what you wanna do except to spend some time just being you but the game's unfair and the stakes are high what with the threat of being embalmed in formaldehyde.I don't wanna go before my time.I don't wanna go before my time.Well you've got good time to put down a few so you take carrier castanyer down to the club its the only fuckin place that'll serve you a tiny hideaway from parents, work and school.It's just like teenage genocide.It's just like teenage genocide.Now that you can cast your coat and elect a joke but you'd better not fuck, dream, drink or smoke and watch your back when the man offers you a ride because it's just like teenage genocide.
You can't believe your children you can't believe your wife, you can't take the credit fucking up your life. some people don't believe me when I tell them "Iím alive" they see me walking so slowly they think Iím too uptight.It's a catastrophe such a strange way to live.Well let me try a new strategy Iíll and make it work Iíll take myself away and get out of the dirt.
6. Mr. Believer (Koski)
Pick up the lines between your eyes grow up and get yourself to feeling younger longer for the sunshine waiting for an early rise won't it just shame you? shall I stop and blame you? no one's gonna call you an ambitious teacher or a "get things done" move on to the next one achiever.You will always be nearly a dreamer you got by the misleading name of Mr. Believer.caustic remarks throw you aside distraught with disbelief buried alive oh and I have seen the likes of you grow weaker each passing, men like me digging your grave deeper rapped up and blindfolded barely breathing broke nowhere to go but eyes still shining you crass cowardly clown there's no "Shangri-La" and it don't get any better than right where you are.
7. Well Wisher (Koski)
Slow motion cigarettes hang from your sweaty lips five bottles of stale, pissy ale stumble to your pale wrists thin man with unkept hair clean shave, but a glassy stare you've lost it all boy, and so young.I'll remember times like these with a bit of satisfaction I remember somber days and with more to come, surely won't forget them.Stick figure twig of a boy toothy grin, a slim bit of poise he says "I'll take you down with one blow" and though we laugh, he does quite well.These are times where we all look onward not what's now, but what's to come a lot of pride and a shade of hope, am I the only one who gets the fucking joke?
8. No Place in the Sun (Bonnel/Koski)
She came over, but I was spent no money involved 'cause it came and went Iím so tired, she thinks that's bent it fills up my pockets and it pays my rent I won't hold my breath for that time to come I exhale an exasperating sum she said "you're washed up", Iím not close to being done there's plenty of room in the shadows, but not in the sun no place in the son, my sun Iím not even close to being done that guy there, he's a big boy's hobnob he's got no integrity, he's a lazy slob compared to me he's quite famous, but Iíve got a job loose lips take sips from the goblet gob there's no time for me, but just you wait and see if Iím counting on me, Iíll need to calculate now she's tired of standing there, hey that takes the cake 'cause the sun comes over, and she's always in the way (in the way... get the fuck out 'my way)
9. Petty Wage (Koski)
I've said and once too often, some things Iíd never say again. in streams of thoughts unbroken I fish for a few good men.Sundays and holidays and twelve hours straight no pay for bloody hands and believe me they pay a petty wage my poor self pity speaks with sobbing, mumbled words strewn with the awful taste of bad, cowardly prose.I'd take some time to get my posture set straight if I had the chance Iíd break and subdue the scheming hands of fate.Wrap up your limp red mass of knuckles and fingertips it's fighting time and time to battle with your wits, time to spit back when you're spit upon, when you're left for head. time to hit the road when the road you're on had run out of tricks.And I don't want your Sundays & holidays of twelve hours straight no pay for bloody hands, no I don't want your fucking petty wage!
10. Come on (Dison)
11. No Eager Men (Koski)
"He's just a shadow of what he used to be ever since I put him in his place" she's just a memory that's scarred him horribly and looks like lipstick on his face.This side of paradise is slow,no eager men go to the show.Except for me.She wore a bright red dress always looked half undressed and he stuck by her side like glue she'd give him perfect eyes smiled at him every time and when she spoke it was the truth now it's been twenty days sleepless and stupid days wasting good time on feeling bad she's taken everything greenbacks and anything that she could steal behind his back.
12. Beached Sailor (Koski)
Off all the blessed intervals that defined ourselves as one I may remember only the last, as it's the interval you won Iíve thought about it and I just don't know (don't know quite where to go) Iíve been trying to relax, but can't remember how (a bit of rest is what I need now).Iíve been a sailor, but a sailor who has never left his land who's trued to occupy an unstable mind with ridiculous daydreams,now come the testing times where I dip my small toe in though the deepest waters freeze, if I jump in Iíll be free Iím all along, and that's just as well (Without you facts do tell) fond whispers of unfound secrets, I still cant hear them so pray tell.I can't accept it, (Iím a beached sailor) cause I don't understand it (Iím a beached sailor) Iím lying stranded, (Iím a beached sailor) like a beached sailor.
13. (Take me to the) Riverbank (Koski)
Times have changed and the change of time's slow going my ramble tamble's still in tact and Iíve got plenty guts still showing all along the levy where we just sat and sometimes drank one the weeds are growing over all of our summer days long gone.Just take me to the riverbank with no clouds in the sky and if you do, I won't give my thanks but Iíll stay there, till I die.Iíve grown and shedded some Iíve shed the ones I used to care for it seems they're all long dead and gone but they're still up to the same chores along the endless streets that are now breeds of walking feet that I just don't have the time for.Now I start to save my time pack my things and say good-bye unsatisfied and anxious now I want to blow away from here just take me to the riverbank just take me to the riverbank where waters run like some mistake and I can make my history.
14. Just Like Them (Koski/Bonnel)
Well, Iíve fallen from the grace of a dog whatcha gonna do? Iíll scribble it down in my log I don't believe you! it wouldn't hurt to believe me well maybe just a little sting, clouds outside are rolling in right through my bolted door cold sweats are dampening me with their mediocre lore time spent in a welded life sealed tight shut like a lovers war I trusted you and took you in, but in the end you were like the rest you were just like them you were just like them "Them" Meaning the rotten end you were just like them now Iím in this purgatory of self-inflicted shame I trust no one Don't talk no more "hello, have a good day" my big frowns were smiles once but now Iíve changed my ways this human race is spotted with a cruel, colored disgrace, and you're just like then, yes, you're just like them no more apologies spent cause you're just like them.
15. Stars and Starlets (Bishop/Koski)
when the ballroom splendor and the glitzy glamor boys fall flat like cheap champagne, when the swirl of excitement and the sparkling smiles have fled into the folds of the night, when the haunts you most admired and the simple things you adored seem like a fraud of petty trinkets, when the fay has broken and the smooth words spoken and your finest moments spent, when the ache of wanting beauty and the lire of glossy perfection leaves you alone and weeping, when you hit the big time, when you hit the big time stars and starlets
16. Soldier Boy (Koski)
Good solid build, this ripe young kid has sharpened up for killing men. polished new shoes and uniform not a bad sort "just came here on a whim"And now our soldier boy is missing home and now our little boy is dead as a stone.Big toothy grin, peach fuzz on cheeks, snow-white combed hair, lanky physique. Mobile, but awkwardly made-up like some wannabe debutante.And now our soldier boy is leaving his own and this old rag-tag neighborhood has folded and gone
17. Last Chance (Koski)
The last of the daydreamers have walked out the open door avoiding any problems they might've had with the social law well, I remember Tuesday and every last day of my life and Iíll never forget anything that stays with me at night it's the last chance for pretenders to go and get things done it's the last chance for daydreamers to live what they dream of this child is walking slowly his head bent to the ground watching each step taken and his shoes, a dirty brown and he don't want a companion, has got things to say, but don't wanna talk and I remember myself like him oh, I hope he don't also fall
go and get your army boots, my son go and get your music box, come on got and get your building clocks my son it's time to set your sails, my boy, and run
18. All Laced Up (Bonnel/Dison/Koski)
You've got to follow your traces because Iíve seen so many familiar faces unfinished races stolen bases fallen graces all laced up, but pitfallen the community heals while my eyes are still swollen my friends have picked up their paces while Iím still tying my laces they're acting gracious with my patience my fallen graces
19. Expletive Deleted (Koski)
Look at my face turn it around Iím the invisible man Iím the expletive deleted.Give me my suit hand me my tie flash me a smile Iím the expletive deleted take off my facial expression give me lines to say without reason Iím an incredible sight an average obsession a beautiful dream with perfect discretion.
THE SOUNDS WRONG E.P.
The Dirty Sea (Koski/Dison)
Nothing Comes over me Nothing like inspiration Not even on the seaside No Fantasies to ration The swell looks mighty slim, And the water level's down The dirty sea adds to the junk Iím in Until the sun creeps up the sound.And then Iím outright broken Disgusted and outspoken My drinks are watered down and sick, Like my old man's tired convictions Nobody has a hold on me.At dusk it looks mighty dim And the lights fire up the beach I don't feel much like a swim 'cause Iím afraid of the dirty sea The swell looks mighty slim And the water levels, they're all down The dirty sea adds to the junk Iím in Until the sun creeps up the sound I wake myself hastily In time for the break of day The air smells sweet by the sea It stinks of my old memories I try to grab hold of things Of anything I can reach But Iím only swatting at air Staring blankly at the dirty sea.
Stupid Lullabies (Koski)
Cigarette ashes And tickets to free dances A buck bottle of wine Under a minute of my time I'll give you all that I have, son It may be less than I have, son Don't cut the lines that border us, son Don't waste my time You're no son of mine I've got so many errands to run, son Fraternize with poker buddies and Their cash, son I spent the better part of my life Singing you stupid lullabies And handcuffed tight behind my back Under your mother's watchful eye God rest her soul And God bless a wasted life
3. L.O.V.E. I Hate You (Bonnel)
Your selfishness is horrid And your beauty is queen Puts the pain gut-wrenching And the grass a sickly green The troubles of youth Have got your hair in a mess And when you speak there's length in excess About your storm and stress.Our love was never sacred Kept me figuring out what to do L-O-V-E, I hate you.There's blood on the frosting When you cut the cake The meaning lies much deeper You're a big mistake Let me count the ways On the squirming centipede You'll never find what you're looking for With these insatiable needs Your passion is a pesticide The birds and bees are never in my trees You'll never find what you're looking for With these insatiable needs The trouble of youth Have got your hair in a mess When you speak There's length in excess About your storm and stress
4. Gregís Love Song (Bonnel/Koski/McEntee)
There aint nothing good about saying good-bye There aint nothing fair about saying farew ell There aint nothing better than my baby So go to hell There aint nothing wrong about what you're doing I didn't say anything about stopping your screwing And if you don't like my baby I'm gonna put the boot in
Sounds Wrong (Bonnel) / Devious Means (B. Childish)
The Devil Dog Has got you pinned to the ground you try so many waysand you look how that sounds You got me telling me the difference between night and day I thank the lordI wouldn't have it any other way If these things sound wrong to you well they should Jehovahís witness and the setting sun He gave me a leaflet I gave him my gun He fears for my life He's afraid of my son I got down on my knees And I kissed his polished tongues I heard I was a member of the I.C.F. I eat vermicelli, but Iím Irish at best I Shoot for the stars And I fuck the moon If the lighthouse gets in the way I'll curse it too
You feel stupid Tired of losing Each game brings you misery Each situation appears Just to fool you You feel ill with awful nausea And a subtle hysteria That keeps you Paranoid and looking over your shoulder So cut all the little people off They're just debris from giant blocks And you're the strongman who keeps pounding with a hammer.They cut you down with razer tongues and gave you lashings from their songs You're the strongman and all around you heartheir laughter You've the strength of twenty men and spill the guts of most of them until you're empty and ashamed and out of charisma you've a golden heart of stone and secret memories of passion that you hide from all the ugly people that despise you
2.Reggae Gets Big in a Small Town (Bonnel)
I'm expending my last energy, I feel good, though, cuz I'm seldom seen. A perfect picture I found in a dream I jab and move punches soft as whipped cream, I'm ripped and torn but never on the seam. I'm spitting, shitting - excretings tough. I'm dressed real sharp but in fisticuffs My drinks go down, they never come up. I take the train, the verticals are much to rough It's a shame that I'm a powder puff. I'm feeling good I was told not to touch. Reggae gets big in a small town. What ever happened to the original sound. Reggae gets big in a small town I'll tell my friends I'm leaving town. When reggae gets big in a small town I just want to split town. When reggae gets big in a small towm I just want to leave town. I'm setting all my limits low so when I reach for the sky I'm up to my elbows, where eagles dare? No, I'm fucking with the crows, I'm flapping my wings but they're lazy and slow. I thought my cement was hardening but I was standing in cookie dough. I baked a dozen so I'd have something to throw!
3.Smoke Like A Girl (Koski)
It's been raining with reluctance it barely wets the ground but with your umbrella and steel galoshes on, you're warm and dry and sound And it's been quite an evening as you put another down sitting solo in the corner like a stranger in this town And you smoke like a girl and there's no way to cure it you measure the width of the world before jumping into it You've been sitting sad and lonely with a smug grin on your face and as each wayward comment comes your way you spit on the speakers feet And you've been silent and dragging on the same wet cigarette burning out each match before you even get a chance to light it
4.Lazer Attack (Wickersham)
Hands off I got no fingers get a load of my stingers I want a piece There's no misunderstanding I don't know where you're landing step on your feet I've been waiting all afternoon getting ready with the water balloon Tonight we'll breakout the bug spray too.Lazer Attack.My God give me that razor or I'll zap you with this lazer frying your face you've gone the wrong direction and risk serious infection.Get out of my way,Get out of my way.Your noise is making me smile take the switch from the top of the pile Lazer Attack
it would be nice if what was said was what we heard was what we read there's too many times it seems to me between the lines we have to read.Politician - don't you ever listen,so what is the point i must implore obviously my questions you seem to ignore so why'd you do this? and why'd you do that? you're sittin around you're picking your ass
6.Nine to Five (McEntee, Koski, Dison)
why must i work, 9 to 5 I'm always tired but, how I strive to pay my bills, to pay my rent a new life, would be a godsend Life is a production line things come at you one at a time ya better beware, better see the signs ya gotta keep up, or you will fall behind All my friends are in the same rut we got some money but, it ain't enough we got the power, we got the guts working for a livin' has made us rough Lide is a production line things come at you one at a time ya better beware, better see the signs ya gotta keep up, or you will fall behind
7.Could You Lie? (Koski)
You're saying to me what you hear from all the people cursing in your ear trying out the possibilities of finding in me my worst sense of fear now you're a coward, and you're much too tense and you're afraid, you jump at my pretense but could you lie, if your life would end? could you lie, I don't think you can When you're sleeping premonitions of the worst kind come creeping from your mind So you slam the bedroom door from all the things that may have come and then you hide...Now you're confused and you sleep much too late, you try to drink, but you don't like the taste, but could you lie? you will on your first date rape... now you're trapped into an alleyway You're covered in a box and soaked with rain, when you think about the food your mother made when you were young you go insane, maybe this could go another way, do you want to live another day?
am not suave i am not bare there's seven pair of pants and stuff in my hair are
you scared of me sitting under the tree i strike a striking pose while i'm
wiping my nose you say not to leave i don't see why i should but i end up doing
it cause i know that i could are you scared of me sitting under the tree i
strike a striking pose when i'm wiping my nose there's a fever pitch brewing in
the club there's a deck of cards sitting in a tub i'm wearing #5 dresser drawers
burning up but not on the dance floor cause the people are screaming for more
and the singers so lovely talking about war
i am not suave you are a bear 12 feet tall with balding hair are you scared of me sitting under the tree i strike a striking pose while i'm wiping my nose
9.No Eager Men (Koski)
He's just a shadow of what he used to be ever since I put him in his place she's just a memory that's scarred him horribly and looks like lipstick on his face this side of paradise is slow no eager men go to the show except for me she wore a bright red dress always looked half undressed and she stuck by his side like glue she gave him perfect eyes smiled at him every time and when she spoke it was the truth now it's been twenty days sleepless and stupid days wasting good time on feeling bad she's taken everything greenbacks and anything that she could rob behind his back
10.Petty Wage (Koski)
I've said, and once too often, some things I'll never say again.In streams of thoughts unbroken I fish for a few good men.Sundays and holidays and twelve hours straight.No pay for bloody hands, and believe me they pay a petty wage.My poor self-pity speaks with sobbing, mumbled words.Strewn with the awful taste of bad, cowardly prose.I'd take some time to get my posture set straight.If I had the chance I'd break and subdue the scheming hands of fate.Wrap up your limp red mass of knuckles and fingertips.It's fighting time and time to battle with your wits.Time to spit back when you're spit upon when you're left for dead.Time to hit the road when the road you're on has run out of tricks.I don't want your sundays and holidays of twelve hours straight.No pay for bloody hands, no I don't want your fucking petty wage.
11.Hello Charlatan (Koski)
Hello Charlatan, you must have been gone a long time what with the t.v. on I lost track of the days gone by I don't think that I owe you anything, and i've thought about it, many times, but still can't seem to make up my mind Hello Charlatan, it seems you want something of mine, and through your cunning lies I see a measure of guilt in your eyes I don't mean to imply you're trying to take something of mine but i'll try and speak up, so you can hear, because the message that I have is very clear Friendship seems to make a man much wiser and without it I feel I've become a drifter so it's time to push and time to shove but i'll never push and shove too hard, because the pleasure of you, and the measure of your eyes has made wonder how I could've missed the days gone by
12.Proven Song (Koski)
Old men run on gasoline from the stations of the past and the things that they can teach you, son, I hope to God they'll ever last. The crow isn't afraid of the man that you put in the field where you plant your food. The mailman doesn't care if your mother died, or anything at all.It's a proven story It's a spoken word and it's a pretty girl that drives me mad, well, they come and go they stay the same you may not see them past, but the things that they can teach you son I hope to God they'll ever last. There's a man with a switchblade knife in the street and there's a man sowing seeds in the hot summer heat they don't even know your name they're always there it's all the same.Its a proven story its a spoken word and its a pretty girl that drives you mad. In the city place and the market place they'll always rip you off. Take a walk to the country side you might find what you've always sought. I may not know about a goddamn thing about you or anybody else. I'm not afraid of getting away with making judgements about yourself.Its a proven story its a spoken word and its this life we're living thats so absurd. I like to walk on vacant streets to clear my mind of everything thats crass. I like the wind, I like the rain I like to kick my own ass. It's a proven story its a spoken word. And its this life we're living thats so abs
13.Mr.Norris (Koski, Dison)
If I asked you where to go from here would you give me the right direction does it come to mind any paradise lost that I can win with true conviction, or am I wandering to a vacant space where there's no air to breathe nor any place are you the man I'm looking for, or are you like the rest, do you care of anything ahead or second best? This is the chorus Mr. Norris and my motives are all too clear. This is the saddest song I'm singing all out of tune cuz I can't hear. Give me time, an eternity, maybe when I die I can make it right ease my mind and sow me seeds that I can grow into a worthy life. There's something so peculiar about the way you shine your eyes are you attempting to catch my deference or just measuring up my size. This is the chorus Mr. Norris and I'm boring you to tears. This is the saddest song I'm singing cuz I haven't sung this for years. I've counted precious minutes on my ugly callous fingers waiting for you good Mr. Norris to set the place where I should linger. I got nothing to be proud and I got nothing to show off I got a soul inside somewhere unless its gone and lept off
A JUVENILE PRODUCT OF THE WORKING CLASS
give me just a second to grasp your two-bit theories as that's more than enough time i need to see through their innate queries you're telling me to shape up or ship out but i'd never shape myself for something so offending as you and your kind one day you sweetly sigh and say to yourself "music's my religion and i'm born again" next week your muse has got some corporate cash and all of a sudden the tunes are crap keep your politics to yourself, kid to me you're just spitting wind a windspitting punk with high-brow views a P.C. fool who's saying nothing new again and again what about the kids, piss-poor people and the broke or the sluts with overflowing pockets? or the cursed fucks, pointin' pistols at the pope. are they jusy martyrs fallen from your graces?
Time To Play (Koski)
They've laid to rest mortality, blessed themselves with immorality, gazed into the eyes of innocents as the blade was pulled out merrily i'd beg and plead if it made sense to me, if i thought it'd make a difference to quit is to lose, so i suppose i'm conceding defeat from weariness,they say, "no time to play, you cannot stay, appreciate the mess i've made" then they turn their backs and walk away,i've seen the young bystanders get shown the view from their watchtowers and with their stealth and stench transform these tykes into another great lot of admirers,i don't blame traders ah, how ignorance is bliss it's so fucking easy to be bought and sold when you're a young and stupid kid
I have crossed this road before for many years, i'm sure don't recognize the faces, though, that pass me by i've been off and on my way again, passed marsh road, atherton, black mountain way and bored stale houses on the yellowed plains.I'm going off again, and for no good reason year by year i've achieved some type of feeling that suggests i've traveled miles that lead to nowhere fast.I've seen the lot of them from queens to journeymen bigots and confidantes i've spoken to and laughed with destructive catalysts professionals and loyalists punk rock pop nihilists have grown up amongst suburban architects.Who can say it was all deceiving or that anybody was mislead? i'm not the one to be judging i may not even be who i think i am.The asphalt is my burning bed has left me invalid put me to sleep at night in the arms of some strange no man's land i'll beback northbound and west i need the fucking rest but in the meantime these broken roads and homes will ring in my head
"Hello again," you say to the folks at the E.D.D. you've been dire and disgusted and come in most every day to keep yourself alive you heave insults and forever curse the almighty fuckin' talisman that lives in the dirty church.And you keep running from yourself from everyone from each new day.You never felt true pleasure or fell ill from real pain but you complain so consistently as if you've been betrayed and nothing's ever met the guidelines that you set for each new day and there's always something standing nonchalantly in your way To all the optimistic players you heave a sigh those loyalists keep counting on everything being worthwhile but you don't catch the light of day and you've been accused of carrying on this way see, you don't believe in preaching or praise you just want to barely make it through each time consuming day
I can't believe the things you say to me are so boring I can't believe everything you do to me is done sober I can't obtain a sense of patience, and i can't ordain you as my patient, but you chew away at all my nerves like i'm your servant I CAN'T SUSTAIN IT i sit alone and with the others and i blame you talk of your mother and the senseless way she must have raised you I can't let go of this insanity can't blow you off like a dead leaf on a tree you stick around, i hope you get yours soon I CAN'T SUSTAIN IT
in All (Koski)
Mr Product Man strolling by with a kind of head-held-high hypocrisy the envy of so many walks of life but not at type like me periodically searching through the perfect library a man i am of an unusual sort of aimlessness but nevertheless bent on the glory of my lifelessness in the pursuit of nothing short of one and all.He shines his light on me fluorescent kinds are quick to bite the bait but there is a time for me the null and void is a dazzled riddle of what may or may not be day by day counting the lines in my abridged diary a man i am, a wary sort of nihilist hence bent of the glory of my lifelessness in the pursuit of nothing short of one and all.Some have been good to me been by my side through the thick and thin and have supported me others have scolded me with the scorched bits of their apathy of my instinctual vengefulness a man i am that won't bow down to humanists or the naivety therein that seems to persist in the pursuit of nothing short of one and all
I'm flying off the handle again, i tried to keep in touch but my grip had loosened. The saints need a second look. I'm at the boreal banquet keeping warm boozin'. Derailed - i need help. God save the Queen i fucked up the ant trail. Derailed - i've been nailed. Keep falling off the cross the crucifixion failed. I'm stepping all over my friends. I tried to dodge the bullet but i'm a needy person. I need to get back on track. The pub's stoop pill pusher gave me pills to stop pushin'. Derailed - i need ale. To numb the pain and relax in hell. Derailed - i wanna kill. At the embarcadero on the third rail. Derailer is my friend. Then again, i am him. Derailer died for our sins, or was it just another drinking binge. I'm in a different kind of tension. Not to be discussed by professional theory. It's been going on for quite some time. Derailer gets by there's no need to worry.
next in line (Huber)
Born on the southside you live alone Four walls a roof and its always cold look out the window and there is nothing to see. But, a Riot torn city and the death of your country and your chilled to the bone with no possessions to call your own yet you control your rage and you resist the crime Because your the next in line.Out the back door and to the corner store all you want is a drink and nothing more Sit on the stoop and Let the liquor sooth your pride before you go inside you cut in front and now your the next in line you never thought you'd lead a life of crime freedoms the only thing you need but the truth is something few understand and an unwelcome reality now its dark and Black and sad and gone you express and repress the things gone wrong and you want to be the man who ran away and you wish you could go back to yesterday Now he's in her room and he's about to lie so you pull the gun squeeze the trigger and you let the bullets fly...
it Away (Koski)
The day grows old and gray with rain skies and the troubles keeping you likewise go to bed after television as outside the moon is turning crimson All alone on a Sunday "tomorrow's no different" as you say sleep with a drink in your hand stick your head in the sand and sign it all away The tomb where the deadmen sleep reminds you that your time's too short to grow remorseful you prick up your ears and find it disconcerting to hear the din of the boys in the chapel praying You've got a burden that's sandbagging you but you can't quite let it out it's like a poison like a sickness that's got you cryin' out
Tells Time (Koski/Huber)
look through these deserted eyes and past the desolation in them is realized the drama of frustration taken paths worn down with life, sanctified with tension oh, the glory of a working day is glory only to the bossman TIME WILL TELL IF TIME IS STANDING BY MY SIDE AND LIFE WILL BLINK ITS EYES AS I WORK MYSELF BLIND we hide ourselves in a blur of lust, liquor and nostalgia tramp down the gravel on our streets like passive strikers take a pint of sins to wash away what should be guilty conscience but guilt is somewhere far and away to shrug the system is how we like it time tells time some truth and some lies time will tell, time will tell
good intentions shattered by conventions traditionalized and bland with boredom searched over and feared of HATRED IS THE CURSED HABIT OF THE HARDEST WORKING MAN i'll take a drink to this and a good smoke to clear my head i'm not a criminal i'm at times quite honest i'm not some scrawny knave i'd say i'm almost brave punching in is punching out of courage doing what you're told and holding back your dreams for an awful, dead-end burden DENIAL IS THE LOYAL VICE OF THE HARDEST WORKING MAN i'll fight 'em down to bits and fuck their dirty tricks and i'll always finish last
and T (Huber)
drinkin beers in the pouring rain Dupont circle summer again jackin' wheels just for fun i was only 13 watch your step but it's always the same your always down and he's always goin' away learned a lot about the things you love to this day,now i never want to walk alone and i never want to see the sun come up and its all because of you i never want to feel the pain i never gonna feel the same again and its all for the memory of you Black suit yeah the music is life wait before you burn out the rest of the night max revenge was the name we laughed at in the school yard blood shot eyes yeah my moms always cryin' she says "your friend is dyin" what about the plans we made for the next day! I know you may be right i know its not my life i know it was the right thing to do I don't take the call i went and let my best friend fall and i hope it was the right thing to do.
i'm burning in this pit i dug myself in an hour ago and up around the corner lies that bastard pub's front door and in my many changing moods and on similar days i've cursed and spat mercilessly at the foot of her firkin grace chaos comes inevitably, like a monarch dressed in rags grinning like a maniac and splashing cider in my face.I'm going back to san francisco to be finally at ease as i've reached the heralded last rung and become a part-time London Drunk.The Bristol Boys are lunatics but madness has its virtue they all smash their pints and feign legless fights because its what they're fucking used to one autumn night in Birmingham after the band had played we piled into that filthy van and got out of that place by half a mile or half a minute i was a sunken, bloated slag i puked up on the floorboards, my fucking jacket and pant-leg
Black Pint (Bonnel)
I've been disheveled by this drink, by the pint's sight and stink, never enough times to stop and make me think. I've wrapped around some fingers, riddled rich in ringworm. I'm swollen still, poisoned by the sting. The black pint is my drink. You see my link. I steal you sink. You spill and I drink.She's broken saintly vows, she's viable and loud. Auspiciously, she kicks me when i'm down. I'll never leave her side, because of my pissiness or pride. Oh, how I'm shady, in the shadow of my bride.The black pint is my dream. From orange white and green. With nightmares of poteen. Spittin up in the sink. Shove it up your ass. In your ear my dear. It's the best thing that's happened to me in 28 fucking years.So I'll thank my lucky stars that there's a bad moon to rise. It's the best God has to offer to hang in our skies. And when your snubbed then loved and it's like your fondling the dove. You better suck on something sacred, because you'll never see above. The black pint is my drink. You see my link. I steal and you sink. You spill and I drink.
He was spoken to just to be put down. He was 22 when helped off the ground. Beaten black and blue when his color was brown and shining shoes in a dirty town. (Chorus) The bigots barely outnumber my regrets (in the month of May) as I float around like shit in the Bay. The bigot's barrel just another white male melee (it's just another fucking windy day).He's free to choose but his choices are few. The rope is loose but it's tied in a noose. He prays to God in the back of the church pews. They won't pass the plate to the blacks or the jews. (Chorus) She's feeling free until "he" gets a free feel. A reeling plea in machismo battlefield. "I'm up to my neck in the rawest of raw deals. While I'm choking on the B.C. pill" (Chorus) "I know the rules to know that they're confused and wrong. I'd read my rights it wouldn't take too long. I'll take an inch, no more is offered to a pawn. I wasn't asked, I will respond!"
A step to go (Koski)
the place is empty except for the stationary bottles of whisky and bar stools still standing concussion heads ache from a blissful evening of confusion, muttered speech from too much drinking the cars are idling near out of gas and lifeless like the people standing persuaded by the temptress cut up and cunning the brute keeps going nobody caring for the chaos he's arousing always a step to go, a step to go a step to go too far seems like the only steps taken are in the wrong direction but we keep stepping on each other breaking each rung on the ladder always a step to go a step to go a step to go much further persistent rhythms clutter disperse then come together to discuss the times they hung up on the clothesline in bad weather the television whines and tells us different sides of things that we don't care about taking up our time the road ends short with malice no road maps to direct us so we come up one step short of satisfaction always a step to go, a step to go
FIVE LESSONS LEARNED
Five Lessons Learned (Koski/Aust Koski)
Five lovely lessons learned today.Coating my throat with the dust of a new day.As the saints pray their lonely way.And their deadweight lays the passion to waste.Maybe if I sew my heart on my sleeve.They'll drop the bomb on me and I'll wake up.I can only fix so much in my sleep.I can only drink so much from this empty cup.I know I must not think bad thoughts.I'm always beaten to the punch.I'm holding aces high and low.And in between I'm trying to break my fall.Give me a piece of what you've got.I'll make it new with much less thought.it's symbolic and full of trash.Lofty endearments whispered under your breath.Five lessons remembered from yesterday.Easing my mind and seizing each new day.Beyond and back Iím still the same.Kicked over some old trash but I still waste.
2. Tell me Lies (Huber)
My life's a mystery.I just cant figure it out.It's strange to me.That the visions I see.Seduce me but for now.I try to focus.
But I can only do a little at one time.Everyone keeps telling me.Everything's going to be all right.Just sit right down.And we'll tell you lies.I'm at a junction.But I just don't know which path.I'm proud of all the work Iíve done.But it never seems to last.It's not for money it's for love.And it just might break my back.Sometimes it seems as though.Something might go my way.I'll never give it up.Too many things Iíve yet to say.I've done it by myself.And I can do it all again.
3. A Promise To Distinction (Koski)
One I was younger than.The youngest of fragile minds.I ate the day with bad manners.Then spit out the rind.And mother told me.As I looked to the sky.Yes my mother told me "My dear son,you're not the one"I flew from home when I was just twenty-one.Young enough to be the feather of someone.I've got a conch pissed with conch republic rum.My father by my side, teary-eyed, he said:"Son, by god what I could have done,And you're just like me,You can really put 'em down,oh if I was in your place I'd stay, have fun.But Iím not the one"Now I'm sitting here.Haggling over sums.Of money made by someone else.To me it don't belong.I toss a smile to the mighty boss.He's my God.But I'm a bit backwards.And I know he's just a fucking dog.
4. The Stooge (Koski)
I've kept it in my heart for over twenty fucking years And all that time washing away With the stench of my spilt tears I've lingered on the amorous Transformed into something hideous With the love of life felt to new extents And reaching new heights of ugliness The Stooge Stool pigeon of idiots King of jesters, pawn of comediennes A pillar that supports my own demise Believing all thatís seen Throughout my vacant eyes I'm rewriting paragraphs In my life that don't read well Once opposed to editing my regrets I've grown sick of this denial Tempted every hour By the benefits of being a liar Turning my back at what's at hand And writing stupid verse to make it all seem grand Some say there's something to strife That serves those grieving spineless artists Transforms shit into a masterpiece And makes their vain attempt at pain So fucking romantic And I'm certain that someday my time will come I'll crash and burn like everyone
5. The Pictures Perfect (Huber)
I write alone now that you're gone And it's nothing I studied all you've said and done and it's nothing The pictures perfect There's no time It's nothing Resolutions made What's yours is mine and it's nothing Through all the years There's been a feeling Of forsaken That's lost my mind and now I know I've been a fool And you showed up But it's the last time That this place will know Its self or the people that we once knew I walk the streets now Dusk till dawn and it's nothing I never cared to see you Gone and that's nothing These years have lasted far tooLong and I'm stuck herewith this song And all the problems I've Endured are nothing The picture's perfect And it's nothing
6. This Bastard's Life (Huber)
Why can't I beat the bankers.Deal then find a home to rob Why can't I lie and cheat and steal Who wants an honest job And if I curse you night and day My integrities been tried While I waste a life away Why don't you try and hide The end has just begun.The end has just begun.Your life's been run.My bastard son.Why can't I turn off the light.And see I'm all alone.Why can't I change my liars.Life and find myself a home.And if I did where would I beLost in my duemisery.So if there's truth you'd.Better keep it away from me.It away from me.So why can't I shut the.Window tight and keep the.Wind outside.And with no friends in sight To help me fight the tides.My own rests in a hotel room.And on a switchblades knife.Why must I find the truth so.Soon and end this bastards life.The end has just begun.The end has just begun.Your life's been run.My bastard son
7. As You Start Leaving (Koski)
A train sounds off with whistle blowing.Lighthouse horn sounds early warning.Clean cool air with stars out shining.Overcoat and whiskey drinking.Hands locked tight and close together.These nights are bliss in drunken leisure.Spitting air in gusts as it gets cooler.Spase clouds try to come togetherYou can feel the chill and bid farewell.As you start leaving.Sounds like an evening.The cars thin out on empty streets.no traffic jams to make you weak.Shopkeepers leave, at home they speak.Of good patrons and of cash and thieves.The wind is gaining ground on you.The air turns damp with seaside dew.But it don't lie, it tells the truth.And all is well and all is new.Your west side is a teenage waiting.Los Angeles a childhood haze.Like steps to nowhere you sit there gazing.
At friends you've lost through years of forgetting.Time sells you short of all you're wanting.Though you don't know just what you're seeking.Except winter nights and cigarettes.And boozing with the best of them.
8. I Need Feedback (Huber)
10 AM yeah I just woke up.I can't clear my head.Drank too much last night again.I might as well be dead.Well I'm just fuckin' lazy.My whole life's makin' me crazy.But I wouldn't give any of it.Up even if you paid me.We all get in my car turn up.The stereo.Gotta goto the Trocadero see.Another fuckin' show.Well I'm just fuckin' lazy.My whole life's making me crazy.To make it through.I guess it's all right.Staying at home.Being with my friends.But the only time I feel all right.Is when Iím on stage again.'Cause I'm so fucking lazy.And everybody's makin' me crazy.And I should've givin it all up.'Cause they're never gonna pay me.So all I want is feedback.Yeah all I need is feedback.All my time is so well spent.And it's all I can do.Yeah it's all I ever do.To make it through.
9. Good People (Koski)
Did you ask that man.On the corner for the time of day.Did he shrug and glance at his wrist and say"Dunno, here you go".And hand you a fool's gold watch.I should tell you some sacred stories.Secret and confound.But by God you tell meThat's the point.Go on and get your fortune told.Give away your fortune.You're fortunate enough to have one.You're morally disconnected.You seem to be a mistress or some forgotten wallflowerThe clichť of an old man's dreams.The storybook disease.In a rush to get out and leave.Mister good for nothing.Miss disease.In need of heartache.Beg now and then.For a sin to appease.Beg now and then for a sin to appease.
10. As Sure As I'm Down (Bonnel)
Well we're all gone good-bye see you so long.And you're so young and glad to see us move on.When the day's long and the moon just stares you down.notice your shoes are dirty when your heart's on the ground.As sure as I'm down.With my knees to the ground.As sure as forgotten and never been found.Never been so bored.Brickwalled on a bank holiday.And not looking forward.Tomorrow's dour as a petty wage.Line up those whiskeys while rotting on remand.It's like me to drown my sorrows.Sitting here I'm taking a stand.As sure as I'm down.With my knees to the ground.And sure as forgotten and never been found.I'm down.
11. Untitled 21 (Huber)
I guess it's all right.That we never know.Just what it all means.And if there are ways.Of making a change.Please show them to me.So if I could stop time.
Then I would stay 21.Cause everyday since that time.I wished I was young.I'm so paranoid.Of failing in life.I can't even think.And I'm so tired of worrying.That I can't even sleep.I'm so lost in my mind.That I can't touch the ground.And I've drank so much cheap wine.That I feel I might drown.Life's been so low.That I got so high.I can't even stand.I'm down on my knees.I'm begging you please.Lend me a hand.
12. Unpopular again (Huber)
It's been a prosperous four years.Many have come and staked their claim.But now it's over and the halls are cleared.And you're unpopular again.It takes so little time at all.To see who can really play the game.And before the winters fall.We won't be seeing you the same.And when I'm lost in all my thoughts.
While I'm driving 'round the Bay.As the foundation slowly rots.Won't we ever find our way.Of all the ones who've come and gone.It never matters all the same.And as the day's so very long.It's all right to miss the train.
13. New Day Rising (Koski)
"I was only laughing out loud" I say"When anybody else would've done the same"I could always shut my mouth again.But it'd still come out that way again
and again.Well I'm going to the hills now baby.Goin' out to the city building.Gonna sleep in the dirty alleys.Where the air is fresh.With the new day rising
You keep knocking on the door.But they don't answer anymore.Oh you know it aint your fault my dear.It's just that bad luck time of year.There's no use talking about the weather.And since that's all that's on my mind.Well then whatever.I don't have the time to waste my energy on lying.So babe Iíll see you later."I'd die with one less cocktail babe.It keeps me from feeling naked and ashamed.Oh I'd love to tell you stories old and new.True and false but Iíd best be on my way"
14. Two Jacks Shitty (Bonnel)
This journey started slow and free.And ended wrapped around a tree.Just like my self pity tangled in the willow weeds.As high as right up to my knees.While scratching at the fleas.She is handsome she is pretty.She's the queen and I'm two jacks shitty.With our way the less traveled roads.And filthy ferry boats and filthy overcoat.Counted on the fields to be far away from home and close to meAnd the castles and sea.You can bet the city wind is going
to sting your eyes.When you forget to use the telephone.And the sleet the snow the rain and clichť long good-byes.When you got to leave her all alone.I'm not sure how well I am.I know exactly where I stand with you.hand in hand.Place your head on the pillow please.There's one of our two heartsdiseased.That one belongs to me.She is handsome she is pretty.She's the queen and I'm two jacks shitty.
15. Fruitless Fortunes (Koski)
The fascists and their many guises.Anarchists and their fantasizing.It seems sometimes they're sailing the same boat.Politicians mesmerizing throngs of automated souls.As some similar psycho's screwing on the scope.I'm leaving town.To join sophisticates in my head.We'll have our fun playing the hypocrite critic.And when all the creatures in their palaces are crushed.I can safely say "I'm coming home".Fairy tales and fruitless fortunes.Acquired from some sad story teller.Can sometimes be enough to keep me mum in my keep.Organ grinders orating overtures of madness.As the heinous hipster's spending his unearned currency.There may be many ways of reaching the same plateau I'll take the road less traveled.If it looks like it ain't been sold.The chains around my neck won't break.But at least they're made of solid.
BRAZEN HEAD E.P.
Brazen Head (Huber)
Only passing thoughts of times long gone, tonight 9000 miles away I hear your songs, but I - I seek the comfort of the bottle and then I let my mind to wander to the face that I knew and to the places that I went with you.You told me all your stories through the trebled din but I haven't finished drinking so please tell them all again.The brazen head, you overwhelm me with the powers of an ancient spell old and the new, they come around to spend their time with you ten years I dreamed about you now I haven't had a drink without you a toast for those who've passed and to the rest let's finish off the glass.
Well, let me tell you about how I've sinned and all the places that I've been all the battles that I've lost and all scars that I've caused 'cause if there's one thing that I know it's that all these people they come and go so that is all and that was then but I'll come back and do it again I just wanna have you close to me Twenty-three.
2. From the Observatory (Koski)
I want to tell you how its been but I'm not too sure about it myself I've tried to call time and time again but I misdialed, then stopped myself now I feel like I'm on trial for the inconvenience.I caught the train in a downtown rain and I swear I saw your face as I peered out through the window's stains I swear I saw your face.I'm not waiting for the world to grab me by the balls and hold until I surrender weeping.I suppose I could say I've missed your ways and I wish that we could meet again someday I know its not a crime to wait but I ain't standing here forever.The lighthouse sits as an attraction for tourists it's been out of work for years, it seems I think its a bed and breakfast it's automated, been reconstructed no storied old man working in it.I'm just looking for it all I'm not trying to hide it I'm just looking for my own and anything to keep thats sacred I'll just stick around and wait for some kind of judgement day
3. Something Sticky (Bonnel/Maurer)
Are you guilty of this game that got me in this seat or grateful for the cross that kept Jesus off his feet filling up the tissue box instead of using the sheet wipe off remote control don't push button "delete".Something sticky, something itchy my visions aren't polite 'cuz I'm talkin' 'bout my life the churches on my drive are gloomy in the light.Are you innocent of emission stains on my underwear or indecent, no complaints give a fuck or even care the situation's getting rough odors once foul are now fair are you tugging on the tension strings or are my rings caught in your hair.Something sticky, something itchy be killed my lonely heart and seize when I'm in the crowd a small piece of the biggest part is the easiest to live out grab hold of my stiff limbs and catch me when I fall stick to what you got for the most part it is all.
4. Movers and Morons (Bonnel/Koski)
You could move faster you could move like you should (traffic on the bridges at bay) while the bitch and bastard has got you by the jewels (buried in the working day) and your motivation are the ones who could (the ones who do it in their own way) devastation floats in your gene pool (your father's proud 'cuz you earned your pay).You're a do-er you're a do-on fuck the world drop the neutron you're a mover you're a moron You're the cops and clip coupons.
Police are apathetic to protect and serve (the housing plan's provided) your friends and family get what they deserve (classes remain divided) the priest is praying for losing faith in the world ('cuz everyone was invited) sticking to your guns 'cuz you ain't got the nerve (and the N.R.A. are delighted) only the criminal knows how the criminal fits in (your kids know how to bitch and moan) cram them in the cells and they'll learn how to bend (because their generation's prone) a diamond in the rough to a nickel in the fen (more than one in the telephone) unjust is not the cuff its the truncheon's other end (and who receives the broken bones) its new year's eve, half past eleven (Dick out in the tenderloin) the rain's coming down like pennies from heaven (the cops say there's no such coin) bullets in the clouds from 357s (stay out of Hunter's Point) every new year a new deadly lesson (and two of mother's dead little boys)
5. Twenty-Three (Huber)
Was it something you said or was it something you did it doesn't matter much 'cuz I can't leave either way I'm just a part now and I'm here to stay but I wouldn't want it any other way.Well I've been gone now far too long that's why I'm writing you this song it's been six months to date and it seems an eternity to wait but it's always hard on the road.I just wanna' hear you voice on the phone.I just wanna' hear you voice on the phone.I drink so I can retain some form of confidence but it never really kills the pain it never did I've gotta face the facts I always want you close to me Twenty-Three.Well, I always used to feel so left out but now my life's all turned around its been nine months to date and it seems an eternity to wait but it's always hard on the road.
I just wanna' hear you voice on the phone.I just wanna' hear you voice on the phone.For the first time, I hope the last to the future, who cares about the past I fell in love now and it's nice to know that you're giving your love to me Twenty-Three.I've been gone now far too long that's why I'm writing you this love song well, its been one year to date and it seems an eternity to wait but soon I'm gonna be back home I just want to have you close to me Twenty-Three.
6. Smokestack Dreams (Koski)
The smokestack's blowing off my last few dreams and isn't that the way its always been? she pours into the sky and chokes the trees then disappears from view, like empty streams.And the second step from heaven disappeared and then I took to crying on my bed and the second step from madness disappeared on a rainy day in august every year.The denizen of sad and awful days has visited my home with all her grace she's taught me worlds of knowledge through disgrace she's given me a taste of the misplaced.And I've taken to revising my diaries, modifying the more adament entries and the second step from madness disappeared on a rainy day in august every year.What's missing is the scent of salted air and a song sung by your sweetheart, and you're there as a twilight breeze sifts slowly through her hair and the angels take a split of the devil's share.
BYO SPLIT E.P.
Angels pissing on your head (Bonnel/Koski)
If i thought for just one second that i could get away with it i'd make a bid for the foundry and save this sinking ship a friend was downtown to protest something he wouldn't admit where bums under threshold canopies prove shoppers aren't worth the fit from angels pissing on your head.Now i stopped you from coming back and never received a thanks you said your dreams are farthest from the truth here in burmingham top rank and there's nothing better to do than withdraw money from the bank and every night ends up in the drunk tank four walls can't protect from angels pissing on your head.A pint of piss, to me, is better than an empty glass of yesterday when jesus, mary, joseph were heard frequently, and then you said life's a dream and your always wide awake do you need some pills to get you on your way? i said chances are usually what i take but at this age its a pathetic stab at fate, and it's happy hour and i'm 60 minutes late from angels pissing on your head.
You haven't seen yourself in years (Huber)
Those lonely moments got you talking to yourself as long as no one's there to listen you're not ashamed those lonely moments got you drinking to your health as long as day becomes the night you're still maintained and now the situation calls for depth below your greatest fears and though it seems as time has not progressed your eyes are filled with tears you haven't seen yourself in years.These precious days are quickly running out and let me tell you all about what he just did he sat and worried that his days were running out and he never realized how far he'd slid and his face hasn't changed and he knows just what's left to do he's got to change his tired ways but nobody knew, not even you
Mother of the mad (Bonnel/Koski)
now you can't help feelin' your the mother of the mad while market street's reelin in memory of the dead and capp street's greeting the tourists with good head you got your fix with the tricks that put you on your death bed life moves along and the trains are backing up and accidents will happen you can bet you're on then-judah put your pills in your coffee and liven up your cup cuz the mother of the mad needs the stimulant to love mother of the mad, sister of the sad brother of the bad and it's the only father you will ever have i was lost for words and the screams were curious i was giddy for the girls who found me hideous wishing for a world that would spin less furious because the money and time spent has become too obvious the lesson and the leash the leader and the led smith and wesson teach the bleeder to be bled reasons out of reach feeders overfed if you catch the mumbled speech the jargon's overhead
The courage of a younger pope (Bonnel/Koski)
ample inquiry active, not electric but she is wirey i'm missing, i'm affected futile and fiery sights moved into you a fixture, a filed-b the blessed this fucked up gun miscues, mishandling red-faced, not a case of drunken ramblings lip locked to second faze weaklings, not amputees gut wrenching, gut seeking trends set on trampolines the blessed this fucked up gun telling, like the tides severe, unaware sparing suspicious bribes fifteen kings in stares nary a lorry lies straight-forward, blisters bubble green as blushing bride the blessed this fucked up gun no one can teach you how to play no one can teach you the ropes no one but... the courage of a younger pope
The fog comes in and out with the tides like my pocket watch it doesn't keep the time spitting smoke combustion from foreign cars choking my family history with the bloody wars troubador, whats the score? standing in line with the tenderloin whores troubador, take a fucking tour cuz my eyes are welling up from the last g-chord.Break-time satisfies with tar and nicotine and the church bells afternoon licks ring of blasphemy true to filth and form bus and trolley off the track and line lunch time whistles stop the workers but not the troubador's crime the pub patrons spend their wages in mumbled bouts the grub merchants chewed the fat then chewed you out pedestrian, night journeyment pass your separate ways when you're eating from the piss trough they're all pissing in your plate troubador, less is more is it in your heart to give up the floor troubafor, pissed and poor tell me something I haven't heard before
ī39 (Queen Song)
the year of '39 assembled here the volunteers.In the days when lands were
few.Here the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny morn.The sweetest sight
ever seen.And the night followed day.And the story tellers say.That the score
brave souls inside.For many a lonely day sailed across the milky seas.
Never looked back, never feared, never cried.Don't you hear my call though you're many years away.Don't you hear me calling you.Write your letters in the sand.For the day I take your hand.In the land that our grandchildren knew.In the year of '39 came a ship in from the blue.The volunteers came home that day.And they bring good news of a world so newly born.Thought their hears so heavenly weighFor the earth is old and grey, little darling we'll away
But my love this cannot be.For so many years have gone though I'm older but a year.Your mothers eyes from your eyes cry to me.Don't you hear my call though you're many years away.Don't you hear me calling you.Write your letters in the sand.For the day I take your hand.In the land that our grandchildren knew.Don't you hear my call though your many years away.Do you hear me calling you.All your letters in the sand cannot heal me like your hand.For my life still ahead pity me.
Pills & Smoke (Koski)
I was a city baby raised on a well-worn street my dady hated it because of it's fame i never noticed really i was too young at the time to care about the history in it's name. Some years go by and the move me to the sticks some dinky satellite of my old home and it was there i took off to meet my mind on the streets and it was there i made off on my own. And i've been sick and i've been tired i've been a madman slashing tires and starting fires i'm not afraid cowards be damned i'm full of pills and smoke and booze and i'm teenage. A few wasted years a cup of tasteless tears i learned my lessons the old fashioned way some think i'm angry and mean but,hell, i'm only eighteen there's only so much a kid can take. Another day, another time my life and loves are in line but i never lost thenerve that i had i kept my insides clean my soul solid and lean my independence guiding me through the crap.
Taken Train (Koski)
So sick of silence broken and plagiarized with play tokens somebody stole my only daydreams and took the credit for my miseries. I feel suffocated boiled up and blind and claustrophobic completely insufficient indignant and defiant i'm trying to remember all the names of the ones who hopped aboard the taken train. They took my constitution tore it up and made revisions changed the color of the ink tried to forge the way i think. So sick of tired nothings that have the gall to put a foot in never knowing they're unwanted never having a guilty conscience. I've been "rolling with the punches" i've taken all i can there's something sad about the symptoms of the ordinary man. I don't take relief or comfort in ignoring the rise to fame of the tedious and tiresome the pretentious, dull and plain.
Watching The Wayfarers (Koski)
We saw gold when there was only dust in the worst we saw in us what no one else could we traveled far and tramped the dirt down deep to where our souls could keep the time and never rest. Mind the road flares watch the steep stairs pace yourself harbor your fate temptation, hate, destiny sells. I've asked all the bitter, hapless, and broken down they just return my frowns and tell me to forget simplicity is not what i was hoping for i thought it'd be much more than what i'd always dreamt. Read the roadmaps thumb through atlases and charts try to lose yourself in powder, booze and bars. I'll return to all my favorite hunts frequent familiar spots i never really left distance myself from scattered, lofty thoughts make them resolute, destitute, vague and deaf.
The Note (Huber)
Finding fault is never easy least of all when it's always yours just a fragment of a broken will and a sentence from a note left on the floor. I never told you that i wouldn't leave you i only said i couldn't go on. A stoic manner begets a fever which boils inside my dormant heart a lack of action betrays a purpose that's fueled me from the very start. I never told you that i wouldn't leave you i only said i couldn't go on and on and on i never told that i wouldn't hold you i said i couldn't hold on. A fleeting moment in my lifetime creates a memory that will never fade a change in passion much more than scenery creates a life that is never staid. I never told you that i wouldn't leave you i said i couldn't go on and on and on i never told you that i wouldn't hold you i said i couldn't hold on but you never really wanted to know i never told you that i wouldn't hold you i said i couldn't hold on.
Will Succes Spoil Rock Hunter? (Huber)
Hold tight, we're moving kinda crazy now lost sight, my blurry vision's giving out step back, my heart is beating faster and looks like we've finally reached the fucking end. Did you really think that you would get what you deserve? Will success spoil rock hunter? Move slow, the noose is getting tighter now helpless, your lead is getting slighter now free fall, mad thoughts are swirling in your head last call, to raise you from the fucking dead. You always really knew that you would get what you deserve will success spoil rock hunter?
Playboys, Punks, And Pretty Things (Koski)
"A penny for your thoughts," he says as he swiftly slips from bed to bed and the thoughtful ones are charmed by him and the sexy ones turned on by him and he's knighted by casanova's kin and his ladies would never turn on him 'cause he's the cary grant of the party kings and the playboy of your wildest dreams wouldn't you like to be a sweetheart? Haven't you dreamed of being an upstart? Owning the heart of every beauty queen the envy of every ladies man-machine making regular stops at meat market spots lifting skirts and molesting tarts buying bottles and blow and whiskey shots for any femme fatale who's got an urge to fuck. Sometimes he's not alone he's got a family and home does he rent or does he own? Is he the villian in your tome? Has he forgotten his way? Has he a mind to leave the fray? Are you so naive and vague? Does it matter anyway? ly afternoon it's dead they've all gone down and off to bed and in his hands a fifth of gin, a fine young thing, some methedrine disgusted, drunk and all washed up and still nursing a stinking cup he shades his eyes from a cloudless sky and punkes it up, it's party time again. Combat boots are all laced up prada shoes with argyle socks seductive stares and massed up hair ripped and torn and now laid bare i'll take you to my little room i'll play you "fly me to the moon" relax, i'm clean and blind and free you won't gain anything from me. Come take comfort from the storm befriend the ones you scorned i'll be your savior and your saint i'll be what all the others ain't it's not as bad as it all seems what if this were all a dream?Do you have to be so plain? Does it matter anyway?
Second Skin (Koski)
Try to act this way and that become some beaming bitch's pet though you feel like a rat and it's plain that you're all that you accuse yourself of selling out to the souls searching familiar clout and excuse yourself for slipping still though your cleats are clung to this landfill. You wear your mask it's second skin fits like a glove you don disguises 'cause pleasing them is all you think of. All you can hope to be is a shadow of the man you once could have become you covet the catalyst and shun the sheep pocket the profits stolen from the meek punish yourself for feeling vain banish yourself from the contented place tomorrow wants you every fucking day you may as well start digging your own grave. You wear your mask it's second skin fits like a glove you've taken to task daydreaming shut-ins and their stocks. I'm all over it all over it all it's fantastic fit so snug and smug and swell. You wear your mask it's second skin fits like a glove you wear your mask you bow your head keep on the road
Eddie's Teddy (O'Brien song)
Teen Idol Eyes (Bonnel, Koski)
They always look in all directions searching for pray, playing the field they're set like diamonds of pure pretension all polished, plastic overkill. Teen idol eyes(3x). I've seen them seethe with satisfaction made-up and false and sterilized disposable like tainted poison predictable and vain and lying. Teen idol eyes(3x). Quit the qualudes like the carpenter who made you take them in the first place beat the bottle like tab's weimarer pass out the weapons to the fan base do you wanna get organized do you wanna get stabilized dilate the egos like a tenn idol's eyes. Envied, bought sold, and then exploited tragic and blank and overpaid pretty and handsome and so polluted so void of spills and spats and pains. Teen idol eyes(3x). These are the words i mean to give you one fine day they'll find there way to you.
The Green Glass (Huber)
As i walked alone in camden the city's sights and smells did permeate my senses i stepped inside the local off license and proceeded with amle gallon in my heands. We drank to the brink of dawn and wallouwed in the crimson bliss shouted, laughed and sang for hours "how had i ever missed this?" A fetching famme fatale in green glass turns me into a graceless gzmnast a sanguine mood turns into a sanguinary thirst but i'd never wish to lift this vampiric curse. We turned red each chance that we'd get spending every dime we begged diving for the gracious tamter old nick, we'll never part ways and i will always sing your praise old nick we'll never part ways tonight.
Scum Grief (Koski)
I try to please them with my way most every day i try to please you while i'm here wasting away i'll promise you a world so wide, love replace my lies in time with truth, love. Access to exits everywhere far and away blueprints of passageways lest i need an escape i need a way out of my life, love some hidden path we take in stride, love. I'm always full of "woe is me" and i'm ashamed don't want to spend my days as some hippocratic slave my field of vision's blurred and blind, love my drinks are always running dry, love. Cautious and apathetic, brutal and in blame my life a straw house in the wake of hurricanes pray you don't upset me or mine, love don't pity vague petty minds, love. Call me pathetic call me a bore you don't even take the time to call me anymore so tired and tragic squalid and vain sometimes i swear i don't even remember my name.
Another Day (Koski)
I've been back now for a day or two, at best and i'm punishing myself for taking the rest i've been in slumber and in splendor in my house with beer and whiskey, my new son and spouse well, they've welcomed me with open arms and handshakes at family get-togethers and at bars i've a massive gift collection in my pantry bottles of wine, dead drying roses and cheap cigars. Now i'm back to every day to the songs i have to play to the roads along the way all the people in the fray no more family or home 'cause my home is not my own got to get up and away to another day and place. I'm a speck in the collective minds of millions nothing but a pawn in my own twisted game i've a good mind to fuck off and finally leave it get an office job and settle with the dust and stains but she gives me reason to go and give it to them shovel the shit from drunken ramblings and perversions if i'm not laughed out of the ring then i've succeeded in bringing to some poor sap my new distractions. Now i'm feeling tame taut, detached and lame like a tired old cliche give me all the blame no more smiles or frowns just leave me blackened out amid familiar shouts i'll take the same old route. Misdirection leads me to it blindly maps and border crossings greet me kindly my bones are splinters used for extra kindling for the godsthat hover up and around me, laughing.
Step Inside This Room (Koski)
I wish someone would take me up over that hill to leave me be and let me wander instead of sitting here enjoying the pretty view living vicariously through strangers all i ever wanted was to be right there with you all you random little folk and leaders all i ever wanted was the will to let me roam instead of listening to all the cowards. Whatif i could be there too (step inside this room) with all the others, with all of you (step inside this room) everything so old and new (step inside this room) if i could step inside this room. I pity pretty faces all made up to make some paltry pose, the same old "come hither" i regret and i regress and i complain and i don't want to take it further if you're needy don't come for me i don't need antone else every word i say may be cliche it's to ease my mental health.
Little Creeps (Koski)
To all of those with dead end jobs and dead end lives and loves to all dead weight with no cause at all all the predictable ones to the suit and to the peon to the drunk and the loved ones and to all the lonely and the meek. Let my thoughts and mind go and just let me slip away let me let go of my ego let me give it all away you can buy some if you want to as long as i don't have to stay i'll just give it to you little creeps and greet another day. You take them for a ride from station to destination like some bullet train of providence with no sense of direction you've been taken for a ride around a world just for your taking been tossed off and deemed pathetic and left to your own devices. Where do you want to go? To where the grass will always grow? Someplace where no one stops to stare anywhere but here anywhere but there. I like to taste the red red wine and celebrate temptation i'm that useless coin in the wishing well full of promise and great notions so full of pride and shit and passions all left to my discretion as the little creeps look on in awe taking notes and learning lessons. They asked me where i want to go i answer "nevermind" i've rambled in the cities and i've roamed the countrysides what's left is what i haven't seen or missed while dreaming in my sleep there's another side where the grass is green and void of little creeps.
My Glass House (Aust Koski- Darius Koski)
While i sit alone in this room i've got crates full of sorrow even more filled with shadows that i fish out and ridicule when i'm feeling lonely. I'm lacking sense, but bound in a very specific direction it's phenomenal and unprecedented it's a chip of the old block and a step up the new ladder. Mr.Scribe, i write to you pen and penchant aimed to pour over a fool left with no more rhymes i'm poetically franchised. I'm in charge for the day in terminal wanderlust i've excited my worst thoughts exorcised what was lost am i a bad seed sprouting up or am i not? I'm not sure what sad is but listless i'm not my lists are never ending and my emotions aren't store-bought and tears, they eighter deceive or endear me i'm your little golden nugget collecting dust bored with my own stale and directed thoughts in a place where so much life and loves aboune it's a amazing how little tempts me from my glass house.
DEAD FLOWERS, BOTTLES, BLUEGRASS, AND BONES
No Pariah (Koski)
You're just a punk You're just a punk You're just a punk, they say, And they don't know what you want You learn to fight to bark and bite Test all the limits of little Mindsthat you despise Here it says That my time has come and gone Here it says My days are done Here it reads My precious epitaph It says I'm gone And cites my wrongs But I'm no Pariah No Pariah No Pariah No Pariah I've been abused I know they're amused I'm just a walking, balking catch phrase from old news I've reached the last Reached the last rung I've reached the last rung of the ladder, now I'm done
Some sing their songs
like they're flying on uppers
so sweet and smug
that I lose my supper
some mumble psalms
of solace and virtue
hang by their palms
and choke on the cud they chew
I'm glad we met
So sad you left
Sometimes the sweetest things turn sour
Love songs are cheap
and only get cheaper
They prey on the meek
Who only get Meeker
Cliches sung by stars Look so good on paper
Each bar fed to you
A faux communion wafer
Don't even think of being average Cuz you're so much more to me than adequate I'm hanging on to every word you speak I'll burn the torch until you come to me I'm glad we met So sad you left Sometimes the sweetest things turn sour The time we spent was heaven sent Opened my eyes and stole my hours
Hopeless Vows (Koski)
My bastard brother's hopeless vow
of leaving off to another town
Has once again soaked deep into
the cold and rotting ground
He never shares his lovesick bed
or listened to a word they said
He hoards the beer and wine and bread
Christ, I wish he were fucking dead
Bury yourself in blame
Drown yourself in flame
Burn the bottle that beckons you to betroth yourself to shame
give yourself a break
Break the ones you hate
Hate those that've fed off of you
and your pathetic plate
I've left it up to the gods above
I don't believe in, ain't seen or heard from
and nearly sick to death of this
being neither ignorant nor in bliss
with a family of parasites
and feckless friends with shameless eyes
all the endless miles caught up with me
wearing the face of my own kind
Bury yourself in blame
Drown yourself in flame
Burn the bottle that beckons you
to betroth yourself to shame
Yeah, jump that fuckin' train
wed the goddamn stain
live your life in a fuckin' cell
be the martyr with no brain
Step inside this room
mind the open wounds
cross yourself and carry on
that claptrap may do you good
Dead Flowers, Bottles, Bluegrass And Bones (Bonnel/Koski)
The first time I met you
was up on the hill
with tequilla on Tuesday
and roses in well
You gave me a kiss
As strong as the winds
That swirl through the lots
of China basin
I stood and I stared
At the brass of St. Mary
Where the beggars
are more likely wishing then praying
Heard the gamblers
Rushing the gates of bay meadows
or was it the beating
Of hearts in the ghettos
Give me your heart
and take my ring, love
Give me your heart
And break this string, love
I've plenty of room
for improvement, you see
and many a fool
Fake this thing called love
I stood and I stared
at the cemetary stones
Dead flowers, bottles,
Bluegrass and bones
Smelled the signs of the mourner
the shit from the dogs
the rains and the tears
in the interment bogs
So I strolled through the day
until boredom was dawn
with the gulls
in the garbage singing along
where the boats in the harbor
have nothing to say
about the fish a and the shit
that float in the bay
If I see you again
It will be up on the hill
with tequilla on Tuesday
and roaches to kill
We'll be crying and drunk
or laughing and stoned
For Dead Flowers, Bottles,
Bluegrass and bones
All That I Can Give (Koski)
I took so many roads to find you
Full of dead ends and one way streets
It took some luck just to get near you
I like to believe it was destiny
Come to me, mine
I've so many things to show you
Come to me, mine
There's so much I have to tell you
My heros have fallen, been abandoned
I'd rather walk in my own shoes
Most of my idols have just vanished
Cleared Dusty shelves for something new
Come to me, mine
Follow the light that I left shining
Come to me, mine
Accept all that I am offering
I took so many drugs to see you
But ended up staring at my feet
Took up with derelicts and toyed with
manipulation and conceit
My days are numbered, as are your, dear
We're all aboard a stinking ship
I'm making all I can of mine, love
I'm giving all that I can give
Come to me, mine
I'm making all I can of mine, love
Come to me, mine
I'm giving all that I can give you, love
Sign In A Window (Koski)
Time has given me everything I need
Lust, pride, gluttony, and relief
Tomorrow weighs down like
Clouds hung in the sky
But right now I'm feeling like
A rotten present from this life of mine
So what's there to laugh about?
I saw a sign in a window
A bold announcement of the facts
They got me crying on my pillow
The only way I can react
I got along until the first night passed me
and left me with a new arriving
Nothing quite as new as before
something missing, so I looked for more
I catch a train to the next town's station
A busy place with a big town's tension
Reminding me of that place I'd left
Back home where most of my young life I'd spent
I moved like a shadow through a slew of streets
Made like the victim in a crowd of thieves
Just like it was back home
Just like it was back home
And my sentiment caught up with me, of course
Don't Ask Why (Koski)
Metal guitars in every town
White rap and DJ's, hard and loud
You slice through strange air
The new icon in eden
Clueless and arrogant
A beast of no real burden
All of your answers pose as questions
As per the rules and regulations
You're allowed to fuck the world
And still get to fuck the girl
So content with being average
As all the kids finger your curls
Your place in life
Is to bow down
Not to ask why
Just shut your mouth
give it to them
and do or die
Your future never was so bright
'Cause you never were the sharpest knife
You've had the time of your life
With more cash than you can carry
And those sleeves not six months old
Tell tall tales of your story
Polluted air filled with your sound
You're all big package and low brow
Bridges, Barbed wire, and mirrored walls
You've built yourself into it all
You spend your precious time
Perfecting every line
Pratice your pretension
Because they buy it every time
My Accordion is shining
in the light of the moon from the sky
And I sit here alone and drinking
with the windows and doors open wide
My hand got tired an hour ago
and the words on each sheet
turned blank white
no, there's no room in the this house
for your company, dear
you can come inside The preacher's turned to dictation 'cause the lord has got letters to send There's nothing for me to believe in, either, I've just gone to trying to pretend And the rain is falling slowly like faltering drums outside and the weathermen are confused because they can never read the sky someday we may even be friends again and I hope just that thought is enough You're a weathered old prince and the state I'm in hopefully won't hurt
our one night together that much Moon, shine, you're a lampshade For the drunken old bats and their evening Shine on, you'll forgive me For missing your last requiem I'm all alone this evening as I'm along almost every day and It's these sad-sack times that I miss them all but if they were here I'd wish them away If they'd send me a vase of flowers Or better yet those aborted hours Drunken hours of endless time left to die In everyone's memory but mine
Letters To Yourself (Koski)
Let your eyes promise me lies
Let your sigh be a sweet goodbye
And never even write to me a letter
I won't worry about tearful endeavors
There was no reason to return
I was told
Nobody waiting for me
to come back home
nothing is left
but the promise of praise
No phone calls late at night
of pictures a constant reminder
no burning of inpassioned pages
or returning them to sender
you send a letter to
the only one you can't deny
will never send you a reply
you never bother to sit back
and ask yourself why
Blinded by your own dim light
Tried but devout
Tortured the cherished
loved the unheralded
Bought up their trash
Brought to my knees
by beggars and braggarts
washed my laced sleeves
after each miscarriage
You fill your pen and
spill the words onto each line
your monogram in wax
seals another pathetic cry
You're so romantic
So cautious and tranquilized
is there anything behind your eyes
Heaven At Seventeen (Koski)
You reached for heaven at seventeen
And caught the clap from some teenage queen
Took some tablets, hit it again
and that's all right
Sometimes you took the stacked deck too far
Some say you took it all way too hard
The mediocrity in moderation
was way too tight
Did you ever stop to think
of what was real?
Did you compromise your time
just to cop a feel?
Sometimes you think that the time flew by
Some twenty years ago come July
You're getting older but not so wise
And that's all right
You go for words that you cannot reach
Spew antiseptic allegories
a walking diuretic
of dictionary rhymes
Don't you even know your dreams
are not for real
Don't you ever find it hard
to forge what you feel
Just quit your bitching and confess
the time of your life just came and went
you're gonna drown in shallowness
in the empty sea of frat boys and dunces
You reached for Heaven at seventeen
and caught the clap from some teenage queen
woke up from your suburban daydream
opened your eyes
Leaves Of Fate (Bonnel/Koski)
The grapes are ripped straight off the vine before ripe
The fifths are drank the eighths smolder in the pipe
Complaints to celebrate are fathomed and condomed
Such a fucked up state not just wired drunk and stoned
This must be for someone else
Debauchery must be for someone else
For someone else
The drapes are drawn to be ignored to be polite
They stand to leave and can't stand to leave your side
The walls were painted white now stained a color bone
The calls are weak and faint holler into the phone
This call must be for someone else
This privacy must be for someone else
For someone else
Then I step into the room
With plans to stay accept the doom
I'm not about to lose my cool
I'm just the lout to play the fool
Leaves fall from the trees tangle in the rakes
Leaves call out to me, "what angle to you take?"
Leaves are glistening, glorious in the morning dew
Leaves are listening flooring us with storied truths
This must be for someone else
Leaves of fate must be for someone else
For someone else
If You Want Me To (Koski/Slawson)
Here's one for the tamed
Runners-up and losers of the game
The tried and true, the tragic and the shamed
The broken hearted, sad eyed, and unnamed
You've given everything
You've even sold yourself
Damned yourself to hell for selling out
You've always had it better
than most anybody else
With the brain and talent of yourself
If you wanted to you'd be the man
Make your way to the light where you began
Gave your best through friends
even sent a note to her own hand
She regretted how it had to end
And how much she missed me being her man
She'd kept her feelings hidden out of sight
and I felt wronged but she thought it right
For so long I'd let my feelings shine in open light
Like a shrine for hearts like mine
If you want me to say it again
You're my way to light, where I begin
If you want me to
Do what they do
I'm just a living abortion
Trying to live my life, trying to make some fun
Walking down the street, people think I'm dead
Gonna eat their brain with a piece of bread
I'm just a walking abortion
Walking down the street, people think I'm dead
Momma told me to beware of the man
Who comes a knockin with a vacuum in his hand
I'm just looking for some action
I'll be your dog you'll catch your death
I'll get you in your bed
I'm just a walking infection
Stumbling around with a bullet in my head
Poor Me (Aust Koski/Koski)
I'd rest on my laurels let some keen wit and crying awful pity sustain me But my memories leak like a sieve And fuel this fire It's deep and heavy roar defies me Let's not talk in vain about the weather Let's take my tired soul off of it's tether Poor me Poor me I can't reach the ends of this But if I didn't It would be the end of me I need to feen infatuation Stoke the coals of curiosity and longing Let's not talk in vain about the weather Let's take my tired soul of it's tether I need the glory with lights aglow around me My halo shining brightly in tribute to myself No, I can't have pity on me So tell me another story And I'll accept gladly and thank you for the help Poor me, Poor me
My Closed Mind (Koski)
Don't want to write don't want to talk don't want to fight don't want to fuck don't want to clear my mind 'cause I'm a non-believer, babe I won't speak those lines I'm not innocent or naive Words on long distance lines would ease your mind and clear my name from any crimes maybe a taste of beer and wine would buy some time (or would I just forget my lines?) Don't want to hate don't want to weep don't want to wait don't want to walk away don't want to give it up 'cause I'm not the quitting kind and I'm a cynic and a clod and I don't see the good in all your gods I won't open up al all today sing songs so happy and full of praise I've shut my mind, stowed it away I won't open up at all today
Looking For Something To Follow (Koski)
I try to bless myself with boredom but I still feel cursed and burdened every say is trying on me why, I can't say, why I can't just be There's always something missing still I can't find my place or will I keep on keepin' on the wheel like a lab-rat, sick and ill There's no tomorrow just endless sorrow give me an answer that I can borrow and give back to you some other day oh, if you would just show me the way I count the minutes, hours and days, dear the weeks out of months and into years, dear I've got so much left to give but for what do I really have to live Effortless days that while away while I sit drinking in the shade all I want is to appreciate to get myself to that perfect place
Shadows And Lies (Koski)
Everything lies between shadows and lies at least that's my understanding and
you can't leave behind all the things that you hide they're all there for the
taking Something you find in the back of your mind for safe-keeping will catch
you from behind if you keep it in hiding Everyone lies beneath shadows and sighs
at least that's what they taught me everyone's eyes shade the truth with white
lies they're sometimes so convincing A lesson of mine an old lesson in longing
don't close your eyes or you'll miss what you've been wanting