Listen to this often. Heaviest guitars ive heard

6th of Rain (reprise)

I See

©2014 F.Miller/billyhill music ASCAP

…and all the Britons wake up
another dive bar break-up
We fall asleep in make-up
…and in your sunny bedroom
lounging and drinking tea
your bleached blonde hair is messy

You left the Isle of Wight
In haste on a reckless plight
Didn’t have the strength to fight no more 
Down at Chalet del Mar
you were dancing on the bar
Trying to catch a shooting star again

Lido between the cars
kissing your lovely scars
Your heart is bigger than the sun

Oh Dani everyone’s in love with you
If you only knew
We want more for you 
Sometimes this pretty world will be so cruel to you
Cause it’s what they do
They want more from you
They’ll use you up and turn you out and pray you’ll lose
‘till you’re washed out and your strung out
Sick with the cocaine blues
This time of year the English Roses are in perfect bloom

Don't Pretty Up Your Worried Head

 Woke Up In Love With You Again
©2014 F.Miller/billyhill music ASCAP
 
 
I woke up in love with you again
I woke beside you, anyway
The stupid things you take to heart
Imagine life without your art
You might die alone, you knew from the start
 
 
The role we play ad nauseam
To fake the face that we’ve become
You won’t believe the things I’ve dreamed
I can’t believe the things I’ve seen
The fix is in and it’s not what it seems
 
 
When I get up, I get down
So I creep through the halls and I don’t make a sound    
Another false start, a continuum
I can’t even read
What have I become?
 
 
Grasping at straws and for change through the dirt
If nobody loses, nobody gets hurt
I’ve dreamt of tigers’ teeth gnashed in the dark
I never felt alone, a part
Awake in a dream or falling apart
 
 
The paintings you made are almost gone
White bursts through red at the back of the bar
You can’t spit spite through busted lips
You don’t even speak
When your spitting out teeth
  
I wish you well too. Thank you. 


I Woke Up In Love With You Again

Fight To Make Love Better 

 

everyone grab your guns 

and put your hands up to the sun 

cause I don’t wanna hurt no one 

 

stop and stare if you dare 

you know you should not compare 

yourself to when you were young 

 

take a look it’s in a book 

the one we wrote together 

I took the strings out of the spine 

 

we stay up late and sleep too late

and fight to make love better 

if I only had the time 

 

every time you take my hand 

you walk me home but im the man 

so tell your friends and everyone 

its time to pull out their big guns 

cause I know me and Im not mean 

I just need a little bit 

 

everyone its all for love 

we fuck and fight  , so break it up 

cause I dont wanna love no one ...two ...three ..four.

We Fight To Make Love Better

©2014 F.Miller/billyhill music ASCAP

I learned a thing about the south 
I learned a bit about the weather 
I learned alot about the women 
and I think it might be better 
So we should take a long drive 
down the coast to Napoli 
But love if you dont want love 
we could get drunk and watch TV 
As long as I got my Italian girls with big sunglasses 
hide blue eyes with bangs and lashes 
take my money and keep me clean 

Yeah I heard you got a man 
but that really dont concern me 
cause I just wanna hold your hand 
and we can talk about punk rock 
and we can talk about sex 
and we can talk about New York 
and where you wanna go next 
Jamaica I think I'll take ya 
Italian girls without sunglasses 
looks at me and bats her lashes 
take my hand to New York City again.

Bangs And Lashes

I held you up like a son 
and you were burning everyone
I think its time we better go 
I think its time we better run with the run fast
I think its time we better go with the get go
I think its time we better love with the let down 
I think its time we better...
I called your name a thousand times 
but I was just calling mine 
I think its time we better jet
I think its time we better jet with the jet fast
I think its time we better break with breakfast
I think its time we better love with the let down 
I think its time we better break with the break-up

Bright Son

Starving Artist  
 
Yeah it’s been said
that you have a bed
and you put your head down
whenever you can
 
Your favorite part of the day
Is when the workday starts
But im the other way
 
If art stems from sadness
then you’ll be the best
with all that you canvas
and your new address
 
There’s so much truth in all that you do
 
You say your vision is part of your art
so I wrote you a song
and you took it apart
 
If you paint me black
now I won’t forget
cause your brush is broken
and your paint aint wet
 
I know you aint hungry
you starve for your art
but you never made nothing
that comes from your heart
 
I hope you like
this new song
so pretty soon you can
sing along
 
when artists starve
when artists starve
when Marco starves
when Jose starves
when Brandon starves
they die.


Starving Artist

©2014 F.Miller/billyhill music ASCAP

The boss and Brando are my friends 
A tragic means and a bitter end 
you’re no less important to me now 
now that you spend your days and nights below the ground 

The shit you shoot must be the best 
you sell your guitars and all the rest 
It takes one to know one kid I guess
Cause when you die you’ll be the best 

Brian Jones he took a dive 
and D. Boone went for a ride 
I took my woman underground 
and now I sing without a sound 


Thank God For Mental Illness

A theatrical soundtrack to a cinematic concept.

KURU: noun
ku·​ru | \ ˈku̇r-(ˌ)ü  \
: a rare progressive fatal prion disease that resembles Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease and has occurred among tribespeople in eastern New Guinea who engaged in a form of ritual cannibalism. 
— called also laughing death, laughing sickness.

Concept and production by:  Frank Perez & Jason LoVullo

Concept art by Melissa Rosenberger

KURU

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