Kill

Draining our blood, alone
Oh but aren't tears such good material
Suffering that you borrow
I know you're ashamed
Of your easy life
Cast us on the wall
To leave it behind

Shadow,
Cheapening life everytime
Whisper it's all just a lie
While your finger's pushed in my eye
Shadow,
Taking your turn with my face
Crying at things that I say
Why would you take my place?

You were so self absorbed
Holding her heart like some chore
Beating under the floorboards
Write it up
And she's strangles by your pen
In another world, in another life
She doesn't live in someone else's

Shadow,
Cheapening life everytime
Whisper it's all just a lie
While your finger's pushed in my eye
Shadow,
Taking your turn with my face
Crying at things that I say
How could you take my place?

Shadow,
Thinking it over with you,
Questioning all that I do
Cover me from the truth
Shadow,
Taking your turn with my face
Crying at things that I say
Why did you take my place?

Shadow, Know Your Place

Good Living Is Coming For You

Can't Hide It

Cubic Zirconia

Best of Dear and the Headlights demos released by Equal Vision Records. http://www.dearandtheheadlights.com/

I'm Not Crying. You're Not Crying, Are You (Acoustic) - Dear and the Headlights

NO BLUES

What Death Leaves Behind

blue smiley on the kane konundrum

girly

Oh Boy!

Does your mom hate me, what did you tell your dad?
Does your mom hate me? ‘Cause mine does
And how is it you’re feeling up in that mind of yours,
It’s a cave I can only peer in

I wish I knew how to screw back in
All the pieces of you that you’ve broken
Boy parts 
Scattered everywhere
Your head hangs from my hands
But I never made it in there

Tell me your secrets
I told you mine
I said I’d leave and
You never complied
Now here we are, boy parts up in the air
But you won’t call the doctor now I’m medical care

Your condition’s getting worse
I play mother, I play nurse
I’m the one driving your hearse
From the morgue to the wake
I’m the surgeon, the girlfriend, the room where you wait
I’m the time that it takes
I’m the stitches in your face
All these boy parts you beg me to replace

Oh so this is how it goes
Head, shoulders, knees and toes
Not even heaven knows
What you’re really thinking

Oh so this is how it goes
Head, shoulders, knees and toes
Not even heaven knows
What you’re really thinking

Boy parts everywhere
Boy parts everywhere

Boy parts /demo

Here is a real stinker of a song 
I was trying to create a new song and was reading a bunch of very old lyrics from my 20s that were laying around in a drawer.   Some of these manifestos of youth, though earnest and ambitious, have not aged well over the years  ....like that piece of moldy cheddar at the back of the fridge... Leftovers, no longer suitable for public consumption..though one did leap from its hiding place and forced(inspired) me to write a song about it before it sent me down the river never to be seen again.....

simple melody , pretty rough pounding on the electric and keys with a drum track from my phone
Homer Simpson helps to illustrate the food metaphor for this  somewhat out of tune tune 
best i can do with what I got


Leftover Song

This song it smells like moldy cheese                      
With words of youth gone stale and left behind      
A little blue, a little rancid                                              
From the back of the fridge to the bright lights        

Curdled by the curse of indecision                            
Now, I take a sip and promptly spit and spill            Over-seasoned with the sweat of self-reflection   
Makes it kind of  hard to swallow, I’m hungry still                          
Perhaps my best before date                                       
Has been exceeded                                                       
What once was firm has now gone soft and sour    
This tune unchosen                                                        
Slowly decomposing                               
Reanimated by a higher power                                   
Leftover song of mine                                                
Resurrected now for you                                                                      
This song it has the feel of the familiar
Simple shapes and sounds sung in the major G
I tried to lose it, give it the slip, in the parking lot of my mind
But it jumped in my car, took me hostage and assumed my identity

Tied me up, took me down to the river
And sent me on my way
On a boat that sailed in circles 
With a piano that could not play
It’s a coup d’ etat, a Mardis Gras
Said the one that got away
A monster of my own creation

These nouns and verbs gone wild
A verse unseeded
Left in the sun to slowly bloom and flower
Starved of attention
No comprehension
Of what was locked inside my Ivory Tower
Leftover song of mine
Busting loose to sing to you





I'm Not Crying. You're Not Crying, Are You (Acoustic) - Dear and the Headlights

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