June 15th, 2009
a lyric a time a crusade a line / one minute a friend / a road without end
La da da, la da da da da
Slow pose and cross-eyed
Visions owed to the railroad ties
Humpbacks and sugar shacks
Shotgun wed to the poison of our past
A little longer, a little longer to go
We’ve a little longer, a little longer to go
I just can’t help say so
Can’t you see me?
Can’t you see me at all?
Interspaced and piefaced
You catch the moon
I’ll just stand here and run in place
Shellshocked and half-cocked
The universe is full of black holes
And anniversary nights
A little longer, a little longer to go
We’ve a little longer, a little longer to go
We’ve a little longer to go
Can’t you see me at all?
Can’t you see me?
Can’t you see me at all?
Can’t you see me?
Can’t you see me, can’t you see me at all?
I lay roses at your feet
’til you decide there is something great in you
I lay roses at your feet
’til you decide there is something great in you
La da da, la da da da da
We’ve only just begun to grieve the space
The space, the space
—Smashing Pumpkins
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SOUL MEETS BODY
I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new
Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they’re far more suited than here
And I cannot guess what we’ll discover
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain
And I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
And I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
—Death Cab for Cutie
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FLIGHTLESS BIRD, AMERICAN MOUTH
I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
And when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere
Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill looming
Now I’m a fat house cat
Cursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream
Have I found you?
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill, stuck going down
—Iron & Wine