The Earthquake Of '73 (Fruit Bats Cover)


sweet sense of ignorance
you push forth the boundaries of it all

your evil eyes they harmonize
with the deep cold magic in your heart.

you step forth with all your claims
like the brightest light
the earth can’t seem to shake.

you’re still chasing those blood red sun rays.

ease your mind with sympathy
the sweet song bird drinks

from the fountain that never drains
excuse after excuse to drown away.

you cut ties with all the years
that mountain got the best of all your fears

now your landlocked
and miserable, terrified of anyone
who’s concerned.

bloodredsunrays


find a woman
make her promise, she’s a lady.
buy a new house
sell a used car, make a baby
post a status, make it manic
but your fine
tell the world how fucking terrified you are at 25

what more do you want me to say?

took advantage of your summers
while you were young
you saw the west coast, the carolinas, and the open road
and you tell a good friend you’re a sucker
but it feels right.
and you’ll tell a fake friend how good it feels to finally be 25.

what more do you want me to say?

cause the honesty inside of me, never ceases to falls asleep
but I’m not that deep, and I’m not this sad, and I’m not that happy.
and what no one knows, is that everyone feels this way, but they’ll keep on laughing
getting older, feeling colder, and they’ll start eating right. and then eventually you start drinking
reminiscing down the line, and you’ll catch your self thinking “oh goddamn i wish i was 25.”

goddamn I’m 25.

westend (moon song)

so tell me there’s a garden in your head
so i can run away instead
and get lost among the flowers
lets get lost among the flowers

a daylight summer night
with a split screen in your mind
cut to the end where you find
me lost among the flowers.

but i don’t think there’s anyone
no i don’t think there’s anyone
who could let me get lost

look in a newborn baby’s eyes
and all at once you’ll find
enough love to feel devoured
enough love to feel devoured

but i don’t think there’s anyone
no i don’t think there’s anyone
who can shake me to the bone
just shake me to the bone.

i don’t think there’s anyone
at all.

Get Lost Among The Flowers


i remember when we used to be friends
but 20 years down the line man, no one exists
i remember when we used to be wild
hoping fences on a cold night 
back then there was a spark to your smile
i remember we were screaming at cars
drinking liquor, talking nonsense, having the time of our lives
i remember we were young and invincible
now we’re just cold and intangible

and I’m drinking again
I’m alone at some bar with all my closest friends
and i never thought
i could feel this numb
cause id say,

“when i grow up
ill be someone
and i won’t forget
where i come from”

i remember the highs and the lows
I’ve seen you confident, and I’ve seen you exposed
we’ve watched a few coffins close
cause we lost some of us man, and that never get old.
i remember looking for ways out
of this cardboard town
i remember the chaos and fear
all the questions i had, thought they would disappear

you quit smoking again
and I’m calling you out like when we were kids
cause i never thought i would still live at home

id say
“when i grow up
ill be someone
and i won’t forget
where i come from”

you’re not dead yet
so why are you giving up.

you're not dead yet.

ship me off to New York City
the subway at my feet
just to have an existential crisis every week.

‘cause you can’t find a way
to let those thoughts escape
you can’t find a way
you’re running out of headspace.

ship me off to Arizona
the sun in my eyes
just to watch our conversation
and your thoughts run dry

‘cause you can’t find a way
to have me in your days
you can’t find a way
you’re running out of headspace

ship me off to memory darling
just a point in time.
just couple chords now scratching
just a couple lines

that you won’t bare to say
or look me in the face
you won’t contemplate
‘cause you’re running out of headspace

capes

headspace

and well here’s a garden where creatures all live
there’s a snake song and an apple and a young man’s rib
now the truth is told in an autumn song
the hour glass is turned
we’ve got born again’s, and American’s
who drink to get a long

and i write when i’m inspired
usually too tired to even blink
and i celebrate my birthday
don’t go to church
‘cause i wanna think.
and i walk along the grid
like water in a pipe
waiting to cut myself loose
like a sprinkler in a fire.

we’ve watched the world evolve into 
take all that you can get
do what you what when you want
smoke water vapor cigarettes
and fall asleep on a subway car
call it home if you wish
kiss the girls and kiss the boys
kiss both and change your sex

‘cause I’m a therapist
an idealist
a millennial
and a scribe
and I’ve seen my friends 
see consequences in ways i can’t desire
‘cause we have been in a troubled state
since dawn of our loathes
cause change it feels like fear until you know.
you can let it go.
let it go.

ENFP

we’re all calling out for something just to save our faith
‘cause loving ourselves ain’t hard these days
we’ve all got cellphones
god is in the summer
god is in the rain
he’s in the moments that we go insane
you know that we all die alone
and i’m built of these days
writing words about all these tragedies 
that i know are just aint right

but it’s 845
and I’m drinking too much wine
just trying to stay alive
just to watch it all unwind
lets watch this all

now we’re walking over subways
kicking bullshit trash
bags under your eyes cause you can’t relax 
you know, no sleep’ll kill you
god is in the suburbs
god is in the pain
god is in the work just so you can get paid
you know this ain’t a free carnival

and I’m built of these nights
getting low and fading with your pride
‘cause i know you’re just fine

it’s 845
and I’ve been drinking too much wine
just trying to stay alive
and watch it all unwind
lets watch this all unwind.

it’s 845
and i’m drinking too much wine
and i was hoping that you’d stay the night
‘cause you probably shouldn’t drive
so let’s watch this all unwind.

845 (live from your bedroom)

she’s the girl with the blue hair
with her things everywhere
and she sits down on this train
trying to get away

and i can’t help but assume
by the book she’s thumbing through
that she don’t know what she’s gonna do 
just for a little while.

but don’t you dare lose sleep for this
cause were just lucky we all exist
just for a little while
just for a little while
just for a little while.

there’s a man holding his child
with the most peculiar smile
singin’ “watch my baby fly”
just for a little while.

and I’m coughing up a lung
as I watch this strange world turn
cause we’re all trying to get along
just for a little while.

but don’t you dare lose sleep for this
cause were just lucky we all exist
just for a little while
just for a little while
just for a little while.

she’s the girl with the blue hair
with her things everywhere
and her face is in my brain
trying to get away.

the girl with the blue hair

gunshot eyes
a pretty smile
a quirky laugh about
the things i said when i was drunk

she’s a cigarette
that you’ll never quit
she’s selfless heart
but she’s torn a part

cause I’m the revolver
I’m the revolver
I’m the revolver
she is the sun

gunshot eyes
a cold dark night
a careful kiss
a manic mind

cause I’m the revolver
I’m the revolver
I’m the revolver
she is the sun

gunshot eyes
makes me wild
sex, i’m stoned 
because the light was on
and no one home

take me apart
and toss my heart
into the pile of all the used up
moons and make believe

that I’m the revolver
I’m the revolver
I’m the revolver
she is the sun

I’m the revolver
I’m the revolver
I’m the revolver
she is the one

gunshot eyes

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