Pictures of Your Pets

Hinamizawa

Faces From The Masquerade

Crows (Live at Brooklyn Steel)

I should be glad to have you back 
But this time around, something’s turned to black 
Your pale body a projection screen 
I know every frame, so many times that I’ve seen - 

Will it be like before? 
Will it ever be the same? 
If we reuse the cels 
Would the color start to fade? 

It’s history that hasn’t happened yet 
Last time I cried, this time I sweat 
And doesn’t it seem an awful waste 
That all of our cells will get replaced? 

Will it be like before? 
Will it ever be the same? 
If we reuse the cels 
Would the color start to fade? 

Will it be like before? 
Will I lose you again? 
If we reuse ourselves 
Could there be any other end? 

If it’s just like before 
If I’m losing you again 
Still we reuse the cels

Reuse The Cels

Do you want an accident to happen? 
Don’t think I don’t know what you’re asking for 
You think that I’m in love, punk 
You’ve been a punk since the day you were born 

I’ve never been good with weapons 
But you want me to teach you with my bare hands 
I really liked your solo album, but, punk, 
Don’t think I want to be in your band 

Cause you’re in love with jerks 
And I’m not confident 

I get concerned when accidents are happening 
Hate is raining down like piss 
Piercing my ears, yeah you’re out for blood, punk 
Don’t think I want to listen to this 

Careful with the love police! 

Maybe sunglasses to cover the bruises 
Maybe a hole in a bathroom stall 
Maybe somebody that you’re thinking of, punk 
Ain’t thinking about you at all 

Cause you’re in love with jerks 
And I’m not confident 

I wanna be your jerk 
Cause you in love with jerks 
Revival of the jerks 
You waste your life on jerks

Jerks

You can drive across the whole thing 
in four days if you really wanted 
leaving custom thank you notes 
in all the houses you ever haunted 

in this whole solar system 
we've only met one type of life 
it's the living kind of life 
and it's not one I recognize 

America 

I said "excuse me" to the ocean 
because I thought I had got in its way 
at first I didn't think it heard me 
but then I saw it wave 

you can spend every living moment thinking 
how can I get out alive? 
but is it really then, can you really call it 
hey man, just shut up and drive 

I thought we'd be on the road all night when that ice storm hit in Texas 
and when we pulled into the gas station it was like a frozen oasis
oh, sweet mama, does that neon sign shine for me? 
Is there a street where my name glows all through the night? 

and I've never read (America) 
no I've never been (America) 
I just never went (America) 
I have never seen (America) 

all my fantasies are faking orgasms 
they're only in it for the money I made up for them 
I trade in ideas, opinion and artistry 
and my face is on every dollar 

this is heaven but heaven is here 
this is heaven but heaven is hard 
because your lover is listening to music you don't know 
and you're tangled up in the headphone wires 

you know our problems, they don't end 
just because we get boy/girlfriends 
is this your salvation plan? 

there's only one type of love 
it's the loving kind of love 
but when you're mad at me it's the end of times 
and I'm mad at you all the other times 

have I ever really been in love? 
I guess I've never really been in love 
have I ever really 
not in the way I'm thinking 

real life's a mess 
but at least you're not paying rent 
you've been making it, maybe even breaking even 
you oughta be content 

it doesn't make sense 
you're still sitting on the fence 
when the yard is yours 
and it was money well spent 

and I've never read 
no, I've never been 
I just never went 
I have never seen 
America 
America 
democracy 
biographies 

civil rights! basically 
bright lights! living in the city 
second prize in a beauty pageant 
200 dollars, this is life, this is your life! 
America! 
this is heaven 
this is the place

America (Never Been)

Strophe 1:
Die Bilder ziehen 
durch meinen Geist.
Momente die,
ich jetzt zu schätzen weiß.

Doch damals war
das ohne Wert.
Ich will zurück,
doch kann nicht mehr.

Ein Tag vergeht,
ich merk es kaum.
Wird so schnell alt,
beansprucht Raum.

Den wahren Glanz
bemerk' ich jetzt.
So wie es war,
wird es nicht mehr.

Instrumental Cut

Strophe 2:
Ich wünschte mir,
ich wäre dort.
Könnt' nochmal spüren,
was ich verloren.

Die Gegenwart
kann mich nicht füllen.
In Anbetracht
so schöner Hüllen.

Doch Zeit kennt nicht
die Stagnation.
Und so wird das
zur Illusion.

Instrumental Cut

Refrain:
Ja, ich bin befangen.
In vergangenen Tagen.
Meine Seele weint so sehr.
Denn das erlebe ich nicht mehr.

Instrumental Cut und Outro

Crows (Live at Brooklyn Steel)

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