Loving this track!! You should keep going with this alternative stuff!! great work

yeah i might have had the mic too close to my guitar and not close enough to my mouth ... oops ... this is a song i wrote about some regrets i had, but what is done is done and maybe it was all for the best? who knows....

Lyrics:

how do i tell you i'm sorry
you'll never hear this song but
i just wanted you to know
how selfish i was 
how i'd take it all back
if i could you know i would

apologies can never fix what's already done
it's best to move on
knowing no one will compare
with so much left to share
it's obvious that i still care
for you

i was too focused on my own pain
i forgot that you were hurting too
i wish i sang my songs for you
like you always asked me to do 
but i guess it's too late 
for any of that

apologies can never fix what's already done
it's best to move on
knowing no one will compare
with so much left to share
it's obvious that i still care
for you

apologies 
apologies
apologies
apologies
apologies can never fix what's already done

apologies

this is the lyrics in case they're too blurry 

i hope you get well soon, my starving friend. 
i should’ve stopped & said goodbye, but i woulda never left. 
still i hope this street won’t see you or me again.
this is not what i thought i meant. 
i hope you get well soon, my friend. 

& yeah, fuck the system, fuck the sickness, but i don’t think we ever really even made a dent. 
nodding off on the slow walk to hit the doomsday clocks reset. 
or asleep at the dead end, torn pieces of sky straddling the fence.
do they still? i hope you don’t know. i hope you left. 
i hope you get well soon, my friend. 

i coulda swore i passed you by on the cracked pavement. 
just like they did to us when we was bumming change & cigarettes. 
but if you see me on this street again, please pretend you didn’t. 
so sick of seeing friends all fall or walk in to a shared grave in a page of statistics. 
i always hoped they would come up again. people just don’t bring them up again. 
i hope you get well soon my friend. i hope you come up again.

get well soon my friend

if i was a working man
with strong arms & steady hands
would you love me then?

if i was more than i am
if i held more in my trembling hands
would you love me then?

working man

l.a. rats

Nothin

Last One In

Put away your Twitter feed 
And find a place to cry
Little voices telling you to go
Home, home

Celebrate the vanity of
Trying not to die
Tiny whispers under sea saying
Home, home

I will carry your shoes
I will carry your suit
I will marry you soon
If you're coming down my way
Promise me you'll stay
Until the sand won't slip away

Last one in...

We elevate democracy 
To stand in place of sky
A chorus on the TV screen says to go
Home, home

Put away "reality" and
Make a pecan pie
I never got to try myself but I'm not
Home, home

I will carry your fruit
I will carry your booze
I will marry you soon
If you're coming down my way
Promise me you'll stay
Until they take this corpse away	

Last one in...

Unicorns and Bombs

Last One In

Earnest

I'm wishing you the greatest high that you ever wanted
Flipping through the Sunday Times, or in a magazine
Playing all your secret lives to the cheering rebels
That you've assembled to remind you
That you're really wicked, and so clever
Laying on your charms
To the consternation of all your relatives
Seeing them galled, seeing them after you
Wishing you the worst, though you know it's the best

I'm wishing you the best of luck in the desert sun
Of Las Vegas, or maybe Hollywood
Turning on your clever gaze, and your great attractions
Which I've often noted when you speak to me
It's stranger than a custom, or a snappy saying
From a foreign land
One I've never visited, and I don't want to
Stealing on my sleep, I want to phone you
Telling you to stop and just talk to me

I'm wishing you a perfect spot by a raging ocean
That wants to carry you in its hungry waters,
And takes you to a safer place in imagination
Where they'll caress you with all your promise
In a shadow land, a place of famous haunts
Where there's really nothing
Nothing to challenge you, though you're there
Pretty in your red dress, and your favorite shoes
Dancing like an angel on a stage of gold

I'm wishing you a safe place, I'm wishing you a free ride

pasadena

glued to a building on fire

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