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
2006
2005
2004
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