Snowdrift to Sleep


ounce after ounce,
it keeps pouring down
our necks.
bounce after bounce,
it blankets the entire town
as we blow away our paychecks.

it's snowing so soft and white,
thoughts drift like each unique flake.
there's no way i'll be able to sleep tonight.
so if i fade to black,
promise you'll stay awake.
once you've gone,
there is no going back.
the static snow blind show is still on,
you pray for silence but it's something you can't fake.
the endlessness of everything starts to scrape.
each hour you don't drift is one more than you can take,
and the frigidness you feel everywhere is like the tape
they used to tie you to the chair to make sure you don't escape.

it's coming down like a blizzard, we just got them.
and i trudged through 8 inches with a cane in hand,
to get to this party so i can tear my legs up again.
dance the cold away til the point that i can't stand.
so i better get a free cup, because enough is never enough.
i just want to go blind, so if you've got the time,
i'm gonna need some help picking apart my mind,
so do have something you can strum as i rhyme?


Sick No More


i've been falling for you like the leaves
when you get older, it gets harder to see
it was cold out, but it looked beautiful to me
i guess that's why i fall so easily

i've been falling for you like the leaves
i've been getting older, you don't even notice me
cause i wear the same shirt most everyday
it's got my heart and soul stitched into the sleeves
but my arms are as bare as the sycamore tree
and just like its bark, my heart has turned gray
cause you don't know how much shade you could find under me

i've been falling for you like the leaves
and as they turn orange and golden
i swear to myself that their beauty is stolen
something they take away when they leave

but it doesn't matter all that much to me
cause wether you're a birch, a beech, a chestnut or evergreen
we all need the same thing to grow from sap to a tree
air, water, land and love but the last don't come so easily

i've been falling for you like the rain
though its what brings me life and refrain
i think of all the space and time i could save
if i just knew.. that what you love lets in the most pain
yea what you love, is gonna cover your gave


Canary


im scared to stand
because if i do
i just might get sick again
so if i wander off
its not cause i dont wanna talk
there's some serious shit on our table
but i can feel death coming up
i wish we could devuldge but im not able
i just cant because my lungs are about to burst
im choking on my spit and gagging on my habits
eyes are rolling down and its this moment thats the worst
puking your brains out in the boys basement bathroom
lying on the scummy piss floor, the tiles are spinning again
you think that you go through life like rabbits
blazing trails under tangerine skies in autumn
then when winter comes you're gonna get so damn drunk
and dig a hole where you can just sleep and fuck
all the kids that result will be dealt a deck of cards
and you'll both be there wavin' your hands wishing them good luck
you say its for a better life
so they wont turn out like you
but who knows what you know the way you do
if you really wanna change
and not produce a clipped canary so jaded and deranged
you're gonna have to stop growing so old
and keep up with the modern age
because we keep the canary in the cage
and she'll sing on key when she's told
when it's time for her to fly
we'll open up the cage and watch her rush for the nearest open window then plummet down and die
cause she can't live life now
not unless we show her how
she needs to eat her seed from our palm
its the only way she'll feed, it keeps her calm
i stroke her feathers as she nibbles at my fingers
this feeling of attachment somehow lingers
but her color makes me cringe
and i just keep on wishing that i could change it
i keep her around because i covet her youth
scheming every sleepless night of a way to steal it, to tell you the truth
that and dreaming of ways to tell you everything i once knew
because the most import thing is that i want you to be you


Kirkwood


i'm moving way too fast
and my body wants to go its own way
most times i let just let it carry me
but in the same instant
that i'm drifting through my tangents
i realize that time can pass so slow
when your moral compass has skewed
now most decisions are really impulses

so i think we should just drive tonight
cause i'm so sick of this town
i can't sit in my room for a single second longer
it's become my deathbed because i just sleep
cause lately its been so hard to find the woods
as i keep on searching through the trees

my life is a velvet underground
so lets go to nyc
without any sort of pretense found
so i can piss in the alley
where cbgb's
used to be
a cheap and rude boy stunt
to pay my respects to the death of punk
may it's beating heart rest in peace

we drove on and on
and we were far past gone
concerned about what would come
we just turned the radio up
didn't talk very much
cause there wasn't much to say
either or neither way
i was still going away
and it might be in kirkwood
or under cardboard, restin' my head in my hood
but i cant be sure
because i've only had the feeling once before
and it was awful vague
just a truck stop somewhere on the boarder, real late
i asked this guy
i'm lost and i'm not really sure why
and he tried to explain
but i guess i didn't understand his refrain
cause i never found the neon signs
i should have been reading in between the lines
because the whole damn time
the light was red not lime
so it's not yet time to go
and this i sadly know
but one day we'll both escape this trap
we'll turn our heads and never come back
because now matter how our parents act
we're prodigies compared to that


Big Expectations for Small Hearts


i know you haven't come around since the last fight
but i still set a place for two every night
and i cook your favorite meals just the way you like
oh if you could just take a bite
i think that you just might
say i love you again

but i think we should just be friends
because once something ends
you cant sit around and pretend
that it didn't, that shit fucks with your head
and thats why you never leave your bed
thats why some people say you're already dead
cause presently you havent been around
you're always looking backwards or ahead
sometimes you find yourself with you head stuck in the ground
and you ask the clouds

"could you rain, my friend,
bring the beating down rays to end
take away my drunken days
give me life again
lift my wilted petals and help me stand
because i lift myself from the edge of the cliff without your hand"

so would please just bring me back to life
cause i dont wanna die
even though every night i cry
thinking about what we used to do
and not wonder why
it was only ever just me and you
the world never mattered they could never get through
that deadbolt we had used to screw your apartment shut
but we found that that lock and chain is just as bad as its name
and now we dont talk very much, just pace around and occasionally we fall down and roll around and start to touch
cause we're so god damn strung out to remember
that we hate each other so fucking much

but i wake nine months later from a pink pill and lsd cloud
to find a cold bedside, and what was left of my stuff scattered all over
i never knew a note wrote on a stained ripped envelope could be so loud
looking up from the clouds i read, the last words you never said
"i have gone off to find another, we were just friends with benefits you were never my lover"

letting the cacophony of sound thunder out, i sprout the down the rain
thinking of how we crashed like lightening and you always fucked with my head
i don't see how anything could be described as delighting you were only pain
and now the hardest part is getting you out of my brain
so i toast a glass to try to forget your name
that's why you'll never hear it, its one ill never sing
cause it's a nonexistent string of letters, it doesn't mean anything
thats what i try and tell myself all day and every evening


Growing Up


you've been dreaming about the size of your paychecks
i'm a little more worried about whats comin' next
we're all thinking of out best, most incredible sex
as these vampires drink the blood from our necks
cause these war hungry tyrants, well they like it fresh
they wanna suck it from the vain, feel it so direct
because the concept of taking off all our flesh
is what gets the desert wet, what makes balloons erect
cause i knew a senator once, he was from transylvania
ended up scribbling cartoons on dead trees in pennsylvania
but he still remembers the smell of the battle, the taste of blood
and the chafe of the saddle, well thats what he loves
so he's gonna ride it bare buck
and pray to his god with all his luck
that with monthly child support payments he isnt stuck

isn't scary what could come out of one simple fuck?
but we were just kids we never knew enough

you're just dreaming of your new car or vest
i'm a little more worried about what comes next
when this poison green paper seems to make everyone forget
what it feels like to be the last one left
so many people to show up, we didnt expect
so we're sorry but that's all that you get
and sometimes all that is a little song in your head
that you sing to yourself as your lyin' in bed
to remember the nights much colder then this my friend
cause the streets dont feel comfortable unless you're already dead

isn't scary what could come out of one little love?
but we were just kids we never knew enough
i guess its just a part of growing up


Ravenette

i think that we could swim
if we put our mind to it
regenerate the gils
we had before we were even kids
grab the cup before it spills
it teeters in your fingertips
just dont let it slip
but if it all happens too quick
then we'll clean up the mess
don't get sad or sick
because you dont have to be sorry or confess
we all spill some milk
we're spinsters swirling to the spindle
so just keep tuggin' on your silk
and if you sprout wings, fly, fly for the nearest window

cause i think we could fly
if we actually try
like when we were kids
with all our might
it couldnt get better than this
we'd reach the sun's light
and kiss betwixt the stars
make love on the moon
then marry you on mars
it would always be june
i'd never let you get cold
my hands would always be there to hold
i wanna watch you grow old
and never notice the difference as the skin starts to fold

true beauty is something inside
i don't see it much so it must hide
but when i catch a glimpse, it's so vibrant
that a lifetime is worth each moment

i see it beating in your chest
i hear it in your every word and breath
i feel it pressed up against your breast
i smell it in the room where we succumbed to death
black bird you know you're the best
so won't you stay with me til the night comes and swallows us in a web spun by spiders payin' off debts
you're my ravenette and i think it's time we've sunk into our nest


The Showgirl No One Sees


my minds been spinning like a little porcelain ballet doll
trapped inside her colloquial music box
she turns and turns on the same leg but doesnt fall
just pirouettes her frets, never talks
because when she starts to make too much noise
i fold her lid closed and she bends down
and disappears in the dark like she does for the boys
you could ask any of them in her home town
she's the princess of promiscuous perfection
and the tricks she pulls with tongue could make men weep
when they wake up with a green infection from no contraception, youre a fool boy you shouldve used protection
and now you're never gonna get to sleep, ever, ever again

cause there's a masquerade going on in my mind
and you're the only one im trying to find
ive been searching this whole damn time
every round the waiter makes i take another glass of wine
and i try to pretend that its all fine
that once again, you didnt show
but before i came, its something i already did know
because you left a message on my machine
saying you swear that last night was just dream
and you were so drunk that you dont know what you did
well if you like i could write you a song about it

it went a little something like this..

you did all the drugs you could get your hands on
divvied them up until they were all gone
thats when your head started to spin
and the doll started dancing through it again
she whispered that you should just kiss her
she promised that you would never miss her
cause she'll be the spark in your synapse
when you stumble over a drunk song, she always claps
your melody is the one that makes her twirl
don't you see what you've been doing to this girl

cause she's the drug that makes the thoughts stop
and she's the girl thats always spinning like a top
shes the medicine and the poison
shes the solution and the problem
and if you dont want both of them
i guess you're on your own again


A Rebellion! A Question? A Suggestion.

he kids are getting high
saying the want to but prayin they dont die
saying this is our life
this is our life
this is the feeling of a knife
in the night
this is the night
this is the moon so bright
giving the blind their light
this is the light
this is our life
this is the night
this is everything in sight

i toss and turn with the tide
and never know if we've come to the stop of the ride
cause the cycle is my whole life
more ups and downs than a butcher's knife
cause the sickness in my head is gettin' worse
is this an ailment or a rooted curse
is my brain really sick
or is it just some great magician playing a trick

my question is what are we doing
theres questionable sounds someones always threatening about shooting
do you even know what drug you are using
you're just waiting to crash so you can sleep through that blissful rebooting
and when you rise to the high sun
you look around for your holes, for your drugs for your girls
you found none so started lookin for your gun
punchin priceless paintings, their colors smashing in swirls
tossin a mayan vase through the victorian chandelier
it's like mixing diva vodka with a kegger of college beer
do you like the taste of glitter and locker floors
the scent of anal sex and toss pot whores
how many binds must you break before you're free of this net
how many more girls are you gonna swear that you love than a few years later forget

i'm tired of watching this fucking screen
if you say one more word about the situation here i'm gonna scream
i dont give a fuck about you're tabloid poster boy dream
it's never gonna come true when your ass is the only thing you clean
and i can still smell the stench of liquor and pot reek
with every movement that you make and word you speak
i feel the sickness start again and i have to go
puke up my guts behind a bush and walk back like you dont know
and you really dont, thats the scary thing
we're both dying here, so why am i the only one that will sing

cause the melody flows like the tide
and we already got on for the ride
the cycle might take our whole life
but just sing it sharp like a silver knife
and i'll sing flat like a broken string
i might just have to give you a ring
but only if you promise me one thing
everyday and every night, we're gonna sing, sing, sing
until we can only hear ourselves and it becomes everything


It's 2 AM and the Sun's Risin'


lately i've been doin this thing
where i know longer sing
i just hum along to every song
and pretend you understand what im trying to say
but i'm not sure if there's really a difference
when you're not listening anyway
but it's something i still really like to play
its sounds a little something like..

i was waiting outside for a door to knock
and i kept on checkin my heartbeats clock
til you came and you said something this
i cant recall because i was amiss
there's just too much substance to be dealt with
and you never know whats right
you told me i could come to this party if i like
and i said yes
by sitting there and smoking another cigarette
as you left

i've been trying to write like you told me to
but the words always come out dark and blue
and im not sure if i should change
cause it feels like its what im supposed to do
i just expect it to happen, i sit and wait
but the longer you anticipate, the more you lose track of fate

since its the first night of my life
and im gonna hum along with the birds
by knowing, it'll all be alright
even if i dont know the words
its the first night and its a sunrise
and i'm staring at the paradoxical eclipse
wishing my whole life could be like this
but sometimes you get lost in the beautiful chaos
sitting in your casket trying to release the singer that you see
but everyone else is looking, they're laughing, fool, payaso
the screaming in everything has you saying is this really me
but im not letting these control freaks strangle my soul
wether i dig a six foot hole or earn appraisal mounted on gold
without being oblivious to everything i'm gonna live like a kid again
and know that i know the words ill sing but still not notice the horror in every end
because we all have to die so that one day someone better may make the change we hope to see
you have your cards so play them, but the winner was chosen by destiny

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 07.02.2010

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