throw these in a blender...
Posted November 7, 2007
first throw in a whole "not a word" by life in your way...
Here we are unfaithful with our words
Choices made that separate life and love leaving empty eyes and
hands that dare not touch the truth
Honestly dishonest this selfish pursuit buried deep in a discord of faith
While not concerned with their hearts
(here we are unfaithful with our words)
discoveries overlooked entirely
What's in my mind what's written on my heart
What's remembered no more
The old is obsolete and the new will make the old soon disappear
Though I feel wicked we can give good things
May my wealth be found and be worthy of my duty
I call for change to end this life I long only to hold true
To be a witness held by goodness held back by conviction
I truly am blowing in the wind
Without you holding me there would be nothing left to speak of
Even though I feel that I am less than the least
can I sing in the shadows of your wings
Where else might I sing but in the shadows of your wings?
Where else might I hide but in the shadows of your wings?
Where else?
add 4 cups of "if winter ends" by bright eyes...
i dreamt of a fever,
one that would cure me of this cold, winter set heart.
with heat to melt these frozen tears
burned with reasons as to carry on.
into these twisted months i plunge without a light to follow
but i swear that i would follow anything
just get me out of here.
and you get six months to adapt
then you get two more to leave town.
and in the event that you do adapt
we still might not want you around.
but i fell for the promise of a life with a purpose
but i know that that's impossible now.
and so i drink to stay warm
and to kill selected memories
'cause i just can't think anymore about that
or about her tonight
but i give myself three days to feel better
or else i swear i'll drive right off a fucking cliff
'cause if i can't learn to make myself feel better
how can i expect anyone else to give a shit?
and i scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhere
just get me past this dead and eternal snow
'cause i swear that i'm dying, slowly but it's happening
and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere
just take me there, just take me there, just take me there
and say, and lie to me, and say, and lie to me, and say
it's going to be alright
then throw in just enough "coin-laundry loser" by twothirtyeight to make the substance sort of a pale human color...
so tired you could sleep with the light on
with the stereo blasting in you ear
you know you're tired when your senses fail
i'm a coin-laundry loser with a degree
i'm the car alarm in an '83 pontiac, painted black
keep the loved ones posted,
someday they will have to come and bail you out
hold your breath, count to ten,
save your cursing for the navy wingnut
so caught up in being noteworthy,
the average ghost is haunting someone else
you know you're wired when your senses fail
i'm a coin-laundry loser with a degree
i'm the car alarm in an '83 pontiac, painted black
keep the loved ones posted,
someday they will have to come and bail you out
hold your breath, count to ten,
save your cursing for the navy wingnut
then if you want you can throw in a little motion city just so everyone likes it and they cant quite put a finger on just why.....
and youll probably come out with something like Justin, except more like a really gross tasting smoothie if i may be so bold...
