beau blood rush
02/09/09, 05:11 AM
King-Hit Rock&Roll And Run
all lashes are stuck in a flutter
playing who pulls the best game-face
for the (click-click) camera’s
i’ll take the blows for the trophy scars
ink X’s and O’s for good luck charms
but I’d pawn’em in for three of a kind
cause I’m sick of rooting for both sides
I’m face down in the ring
nobody knows whether to boo or cheer
as long
as i got my gloves on
i wanna be the horse you punters always bet on
loosing all your money, running drug-free but high on Z’s
the odds arn’t great but their on me
so welcome back
i think you’ve finally got the knack
bat your eyelids your glands are leaky
but all the pipe dreams have got me fixing you up
call it a hunch - don’t call it love
i could see you in my palm spinning softly in the rough
“two steps forward and i’m so fucked”
took four steps forward and never looked back
as long
as i got my gloves on
i wanna be the horse you punters always bet on
loosing all your money, running drug-free but high on Z’s
the odds arn’t great but baby their on me
*also this next ones a song we've written for our debut EP it's only in pre-production so it's got a while to go,
but i think it might be up your guys alley. download links below.
Curtain-Calls On Walkabouts
I wished away the bloody-nose
covered up the bruises
sure, I have my doubts but fathers so proud
he pats me on the back and sits me down
says “good boy, you blew them out all by yourself”
the school-yards changing,
the fist-fights samey
I’m throwing punches
your drop-drop-droping again
put tickets on me
i’ll only keep’em to fly us home
the mic rings hollow:
this’ll be my year
check me in
the curtain-calls on walkabouts
most of us are on the bench
just itching to get back in
give us something to write home about
before I bluff another get-well to myself
tell mama i’m a dreamer,
and father i’m a sinner
gotta snuggle somewhere inbetween
fell in love with the lazy winners,
kickin back our teens
put tickets on me
i’ll only keep’em to fly us home
the mic rings hollow:
this’ll be my year
check me in
the curtain-calls on walkabouts
most of us are on the bench
just itching to get back in
put tickets on me
i’ll only keep’em to fly us home
the mic rings hollow:
this’ll be my year
check me in
the curtain-calls on walkabouts
most of us are on the bench
just itching to get back in
http://rapidshare.com/files/195833933/piano6.mp3.html
all lashes are stuck in a flutter
playing who pulls the best game-face
for the (click-click) camera’s
i’ll take the blows for the trophy scars
ink X’s and O’s for good luck charms
but I’d pawn’em in for three of a kind
cause I’m sick of rooting for both sides
I’m face down in the ring
nobody knows whether to boo or cheer
as long
as i got my gloves on
i wanna be the horse you punters always bet on
loosing all your money, running drug-free but high on Z’s
the odds arn’t great but their on me
so welcome back
i think you’ve finally got the knack
bat your eyelids your glands are leaky
but all the pipe dreams have got me fixing you up
call it a hunch - don’t call it love
i could see you in my palm spinning softly in the rough
“two steps forward and i’m so fucked”
took four steps forward and never looked back
as long
as i got my gloves on
i wanna be the horse you punters always bet on
loosing all your money, running drug-free but high on Z’s
the odds arn’t great but baby their on me
*also this next ones a song we've written for our debut EP it's only in pre-production so it's got a while to go,
but i think it might be up your guys alley. download links below.
Curtain-Calls On Walkabouts
I wished away the bloody-nose
covered up the bruises
sure, I have my doubts but fathers so proud
he pats me on the back and sits me down
says “good boy, you blew them out all by yourself”
the school-yards changing,
the fist-fights samey
I’m throwing punches
your drop-drop-droping again
put tickets on me
i’ll only keep’em to fly us home
the mic rings hollow:
this’ll be my year
check me in
the curtain-calls on walkabouts
most of us are on the bench
just itching to get back in
give us something to write home about
before I bluff another get-well to myself
tell mama i’m a dreamer,
and father i’m a sinner
gotta snuggle somewhere inbetween
fell in love with the lazy winners,
kickin back our teens
put tickets on me
i’ll only keep’em to fly us home
the mic rings hollow:
this’ll be my year
check me in
the curtain-calls on walkabouts
most of us are on the bench
just itching to get back in
put tickets on me
i’ll only keep’em to fly us home
the mic rings hollow:
this’ll be my year
check me in
the curtain-calls on walkabouts
most of us are on the bench
just itching to get back in
http://rapidshare.com/files/195833933/piano6.mp3.html