Animalhill
05/14/09, 12:45 PM
Whats up guys- been a WHILE since I've been on here (used to be Mercutio7 but lost my password)
For those of you that remember my my band Hammer Hand's cd is FINALLY done and some new songs can be heard at www.myspace.com/hammerhandsmusic (http://www.myspace.com/hammerhandsmusic)
Here are some lyrics to a new song we just finished.
Ahaha! I’ve really lost it now and so I
Ahaha! Really fucking loud and when I
Ahaha! People shrink at the sound of a
rib-lined ship just running aground.
Well I guess I missed that dead-space,
and the quiet on her face while we were getting high.
She was reaching all around just like the roots of underground…
It was her genes floating along my genes throughout the hell of history.
And my magician hands just sift through sands and seas and
filter out the hair that isn’t hers.
I want to float ‘long her again.
I will lift the weight of the world and suspend her in its place.
Well I guess I missed that dead-space,
and the quiet on her face while we were getting high.
She was reaching all around just like the roots of underground…
We are the breeze of the century-
just circles and squares that are testing the air.
We got lost like liars in the dark-
just falling into beds with spider webs in our heads.
For those of you that remember my my band Hammer Hand's cd is FINALLY done and some new songs can be heard at www.myspace.com/hammerhandsmusic (http://www.myspace.com/hammerhandsmusic)
Here are some lyrics to a new song we just finished.
Ahaha! I’ve really lost it now and so I
Ahaha! Really fucking loud and when I
Ahaha! People shrink at the sound of a
rib-lined ship just running aground.
Well I guess I missed that dead-space,
and the quiet on her face while we were getting high.
She was reaching all around just like the roots of underground…
It was her genes floating along my genes throughout the hell of history.
And my magician hands just sift through sands and seas and
filter out the hair that isn’t hers.
I want to float ‘long her again.
I will lift the weight of the world and suspend her in its place.
Well I guess I missed that dead-space,
and the quiet on her face while we were getting high.
She was reaching all around just like the roots of underground…
We are the breeze of the century-
just circles and squares that are testing the air.
We got lost like liars in the dark-
just falling into beds with spider webs in our heads.