2007

  forest time

  your back is straight, your hair is smooth

  I'm not saying that I'll care if you love me

  each song a bitter lesson

  my gal just up and left last week, friday I got fired

  when my backs against the ropes I can feel it

  I came here to hear the music

  well, love is forbidden outwardly but inside there is no denying

  suffer little children

  surely there is no substitute for company

  Panda Bear- Comfy in Nautica

  you must go back home and I can't come along

  trip on this

  a circumstance beyond our control, the phone, TV and the news of the world

  bust a lock with a rock, don't need a key to have me

  no fixed address

  the tiny children will tell you that you smell

  one day goodbye will be farewell

  remember what I told you, if they hated me they will hate you

  the dead baby

  indifference, a bosom ally to despair

  and when you try to they make you say 'please'

  I got my teeth fixed

  throwing my arms around Paris

  now I'm calling it arrogant, calling it cruel

  world tour, media whore, please depressing Belgians

  a hot day, the smell of hairspray

  people like you find it easy

  aloha from Hawaii via satellite

  on the off chance that you're listening

  tryin to make a livin watchin everybody have fun

  six mile and narwhale

  and if you ever have to go to school remember how they messed up this old fool

  purple clover, Queen Anne lace, you could make me cry if you don't know

  I've searched and found the ways you used to lure me in

  Arabs on the beach, lovers on the floor

  but you still hold the greedy grace as you tidy the place

  it was noon before she moved into the yard and pressed her hair

  the awful rowing toward god

  kept his gun in quiet seclusion

  but I laughed so hard I cried

  I don't get along with myself  and I'm not too keen on anyone else

  buzzkill, chick salt, cop magnet

  In the absence of your smiling face, I traveled all over the place

  seven lonely days and a dozen towns ago

 
sycamore has to grown down to grow up

  you're rather common and coarse anyway

  and time will never wipe you out

  swimming in lakes

  doe, a deer, a female deerv

  that will bring us back to do

  someone who does not exist

  we was all endangered charms

  oh John you'll never be a man

  art suffer England hatred

  abnormals anonymous

  excavations of the heart

  and behind you, I have warned you there are awful things

  I got one chance left in a nine live cat

  at least you left your life in style

  everyone she knew thought she was beautiful only slightly mental

  lying in a bottle of formaldehyde

  but that's how people grow up

  You hiss and groan and you constantly moan but you don't ever go away

  Oh look at those clothes! Oh look at that face, it's so old!

  you don't like me but you love me, either way you're wrong

  it's hot, let's go to bed, don't forget to turn on the light

  It could be anywhere, most likely could be any frontier, any hemisphere

  sad eyes, crooked crosses

  each morning I get up I die a little

  tomb it may concern

  Don't leave your torch behind

  the night of the vampire

  I go out back to look up at her smiling unluckily

  you're gonna miss me

  my head spins and you knew it would

  I've been away so long

  from Swank Zine

  I promise that I'll always remember your pretty eyes

  with the grace of a corpse in a riptide I let go

  now how can I stand and laugh with the man who redefined your body

  but now you only call me when you're feeling depressed

  sick and thirty

  Pogue Mahone

  5 green queens & Jean

  Jury, you've heard every word, but before you decide, would you look into those mother-me eyes

  you have asked me and I did not say anything

  one headline, why believe it?

  while I'm out here in the cold cold cold with a coat that is so thin

  Shane Cross + Ali Boulala

  The whispering may hurt you, but the printed word might kill you

  I know, I know, youll probably scream and cry that your little world wont let you go

  she was eating her fingers like they're just another meal

  walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme

  goodbye dear old stepstone

  It's just a spring clean for the May queen

  beneath the porch light we've all been circling

  I'd rather live in a trash can than see you happy with another man

  there you go, standin with the look of avarice

  it's hard to explain what I was doing or thinking before you

  you can call it a spinoff, say it's a knockoff, title it 'part two'

  there's an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck

  forgive me any pain I may have brung to you


  you're tender, your name's a whisper

  like the tide at its ebb, I'm at peace in the web

  some things are for keeping, some things are too good and they go

  and the year 2000 won't change anyone here

  drawn to what scares me and scared of what bores me







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