lochnessmonster
06/11/06, 02:48 AM
This is an entire ep entitled "We had whiskey for breakfast with the lone birds as the tumbleweeds came a rollin' by ". i play every instrument on it.
i'm in a band like the decemberists mixed with the good life, so i apologize if it's different.
1. "Post haste" the birds did say
For better or worse china doll, how I wish you were here.
The exquisite beauty of tender green.
The sound of rain falling on the maple trees.
Blossoms and small flowered woodland stars.
On yellow stream violets and white card amine.
Sounds of the forest; they speak of you and ask where does your love live?
Pardon me doll face, but the elapsing time and scent of the greenest tree make me miss you.
I wish you were here. Oh, how I wish you were here.
Sounds of the forest; they speak of you and ask where does your love live?
Hello dear, Im in the most secluded parts without you.
2. Grey and yellow bunnies, brown and blue carrier pigeons
A collection of metaphors for depression; Ive used them all up.
It always worked but its worn out its welcome, now weathered altruism.
Ive taken my pills, but my bipolar is bullshit and Im ready to commit to a new love.
Life is nothing but pissing into the wind and I always get fucked over in the end.
Ill slur for another day from side effects of designer prescriptions because love is a drug and the whole world is experimenting but me. Im clean.
3. "I believe in physics"
She told me it felt so good, just as good as every time after her first. Thats when she told me she had hoped it could get better at least once, but she wasnt convinced it had.
I was proclaimed the same as every time after her violent first.
But did they kiss her eyelids every morning?
Did they brush away the hair on her face?
Whether or not the questions cause distance, she will always know that I did.
Gritting teeth to keep from shivering. panic attacks and constant shaking.
She said she had hoped it would get better at least once but she wasnt convinced she had.
She said I hadnt changed. Im the same on new pills and a new dose.
These men, how did they hurt you?
They were drunk but no arrests or handcuffs because she sympathized.
"Rapists can change"
Her whole state cant change.
"Drunks can change"
Her whole state cant change.
My sex addicted sex Texas cant change.
4. ...but not crying teeth
and this victim has a name and the prettiest face you ever did see.
She looks like the cat that swallowed the canary and dont she know it with perverted virtue and soiled sanctity.
But shes no bride, now is she?
Im sure the new man will be her groom she tends to rush things oh so terribly.
Marriage isnt sacred.
Engaged 3 times by the age of 19 and I was that third man on my 18th birthday.
She falls; she falls so fast not able to get a chance for that one true love.
But shes no bride, now is she?
I doubt the new guy will be her groom. She tries to rush things oh so terribly.
No kiss at the alter, no kiss at the alter, no kiss but I still wonder what my former Texan bride would have tasted like.
5. Shipwreck (sailor tattoos)
From the second floor; still wrapped around your scent that seems so far away.
From the balcony you watched me go with blonde in your eyes, obstructing your views but in plain sight you have no emotion on your face.
Make up running, staining what you are wearing. You smear it so far down your cheek as you just wipe it away and I wish I could do the same, feeling the warmth of your skin under your winter blue dress. Low cut so I can brush your thighs and secure your body and give you hope for security.
How dare you base your past mistakes on me when I kept you safe? (Youve always been safe)
What is it worth to try to salvage this shipwreck?
Im looking for anything of value as Im held down by you: my anchor.
You always based this marriage on your parents mistakes.
Why do you still wear my broken jewelry? Its lost all of its shine as I became a burden; labor, not a lover.
Leave your engagement ring in that music box never to be worn again.
Your mother handed that down to me, your father gave it to her. it did nothing but stray us from the alter.
No matching white corsages, my brown blazer, your winter blue dress
But you just stand with a smoke in hand. You flick off the ash and take one last drag, watching me walk alone down the sidewalk.
Softly, but at the top of my lungs, I say to myself "darrin, you fucking coward!"
(I just cower behind this. This bullshit proof.
Saying goodbye to the apartment and to you.)
i'm in a band like the decemberists mixed with the good life, so i apologize if it's different.
1. "Post haste" the birds did say
For better or worse china doll, how I wish you were here.
The exquisite beauty of tender green.
The sound of rain falling on the maple trees.
Blossoms and small flowered woodland stars.
On yellow stream violets and white card amine.
Sounds of the forest; they speak of you and ask where does your love live?
Pardon me doll face, but the elapsing time and scent of the greenest tree make me miss you.
I wish you were here. Oh, how I wish you were here.
Sounds of the forest; they speak of you and ask where does your love live?
Hello dear, Im in the most secluded parts without you.
2. Grey and yellow bunnies, brown and blue carrier pigeons
A collection of metaphors for depression; Ive used them all up.
It always worked but its worn out its welcome, now weathered altruism.
Ive taken my pills, but my bipolar is bullshit and Im ready to commit to a new love.
Life is nothing but pissing into the wind and I always get fucked over in the end.
Ill slur for another day from side effects of designer prescriptions because love is a drug and the whole world is experimenting but me. Im clean.
3. "I believe in physics"
She told me it felt so good, just as good as every time after her first. Thats when she told me she had hoped it could get better at least once, but she wasnt convinced it had.
I was proclaimed the same as every time after her violent first.
But did they kiss her eyelids every morning?
Did they brush away the hair on her face?
Whether or not the questions cause distance, she will always know that I did.
Gritting teeth to keep from shivering. panic attacks and constant shaking.
She said she had hoped it would get better at least once but she wasnt convinced she had.
She said I hadnt changed. Im the same on new pills and a new dose.
These men, how did they hurt you?
They were drunk but no arrests or handcuffs because she sympathized.
"Rapists can change"
Her whole state cant change.
"Drunks can change"
Her whole state cant change.
My sex addicted sex Texas cant change.
4. ...but not crying teeth
and this victim has a name and the prettiest face you ever did see.
She looks like the cat that swallowed the canary and dont she know it with perverted virtue and soiled sanctity.
But shes no bride, now is she?
Im sure the new man will be her groom she tends to rush things oh so terribly.
Marriage isnt sacred.
Engaged 3 times by the age of 19 and I was that third man on my 18th birthday.
She falls; she falls so fast not able to get a chance for that one true love.
But shes no bride, now is she?
I doubt the new guy will be her groom. She tries to rush things oh so terribly.
No kiss at the alter, no kiss at the alter, no kiss but I still wonder what my former Texan bride would have tasted like.
5. Shipwreck (sailor tattoos)
From the second floor; still wrapped around your scent that seems so far away.
From the balcony you watched me go with blonde in your eyes, obstructing your views but in plain sight you have no emotion on your face.
Make up running, staining what you are wearing. You smear it so far down your cheek as you just wipe it away and I wish I could do the same, feeling the warmth of your skin under your winter blue dress. Low cut so I can brush your thighs and secure your body and give you hope for security.
How dare you base your past mistakes on me when I kept you safe? (Youve always been safe)
What is it worth to try to salvage this shipwreck?
Im looking for anything of value as Im held down by you: my anchor.
You always based this marriage on your parents mistakes.
Why do you still wear my broken jewelry? Its lost all of its shine as I became a burden; labor, not a lover.
Leave your engagement ring in that music box never to be worn again.
Your mother handed that down to me, your father gave it to her. it did nothing but stray us from the alter.
No matching white corsages, my brown blazer, your winter blue dress
But you just stand with a smoke in hand. You flick off the ash and take one last drag, watching me walk alone down the sidewalk.
Softly, but at the top of my lungs, I say to myself "darrin, you fucking coward!"
(I just cower behind this. This bullshit proof.
Saying goodbye to the apartment and to you.)