You say you've got a laughing heart, but still you cry.
You're torn apart.
I could be the one to hold you every day.

A pretty boy with a pretty face, but soon it's gone without a trace.
A broken tongue isn't much good if you can't put your faith into a pretty boy, but never in a pretty man.

I've got a velvet tongue.
I never skip a beat.
How come you still give me the third degree?

Sometimes it's more than I can take,
to have your love only to forsake it.
It's like a river, like a river runnin' underground.

I've got a velvet tongue.
I never skip a beat.
How come you still give me the third degree?

Feels just like we're out of touch.
It's not enough or it's too much.
No matter what, you die a bit with every day.
Feels just like we'll live forever, anyway.

I've got a velvet tongue.
I never skip a beat.
How come you still give me the third degree?

I'll never forget you.
You'll never speak to me.
Like tryin' to squeeze the stone's blood from a flea.

Little Nothing

Laugh Your Heart Out

Do you still dream of paradise?
Does it turn and tickle your bones?
Do you still sleep through your wounds at night?
I do.

Beneath the white-washed mirrors and the silver skulls,
between the black haired betties and their punk-rock pulse, do you still think there's room for us?
I do.

Beneath the rippling rays of the loving sun that pull bone asunder and leave the heart undone when the fire and the rose are one.
I do.

I Do

Well, it's a birthday party!
Don't you wanna go?
Everyone's dressed in black.
They're playing our songs on the radio.
They're playin' them loud.

Yeah, the sun is risin' in that eastern sky.
Everyone's dressed in white!
They' playing our songs on the radio

Birthday Song

Dear friend, where have you gone to and how long will you be there?
I am lost, so lost, without you.
I have got so much time to spare.

Sunbeamer, what are you dreaming when you lie awake at night?
Do you dream that I am with you?
Do you dream that I'm all right?

Dear traveler, where do you travel when the stars light up your night?
Do you roam that endless highway?
Does the moon light up your sight?
Yes, do you roam that endless highway?
Does the moon light up your sight?

Song For a Friend

Song For A Friend

Lay me down sweet and slow.
I can walk all alone to the rock n' roll show.
Gimme one kiss and I'll never miss you again.

My fist is fixin' for a fight.
I got your postal code and I promise to write.
Gimme your hand and I'll never demand it again.

I'm not the kind of guy to hold you down.
I'm not the kind of guy to keep you, to keep you around.
I know I'm not the only one, the only in town.

Aw, well, I told you that when I was bent.
I know it sounded bad, but it's not what I meant.
Gimme one kiss and I'll never miss you again.
Gimme one kiss and I'll never forget you again.
Gimme one kiss or I'll never kiss you again.

Gimme One

Lately I can't tell my day from night.
It's even harder to tell wrong from right.
I'm not hiding, I'm just out of sight.
It's better off that way.

Sittin' pretty in a crowded room.
Spinning hay up on your golden loom.
They're saying something, but it's nothing new.
You've heard it all before.

In the morning, when you awake to watch the sunrise and hear the barley shake, stop your crying, for pity's sake.
Cause you and I will meet again someday. 

You know I never asked for your advice on how to love you and treat you right.
A love like ours can never die.
It can only fade away.

In the morning, when you awake to watch the sunrise and hear the barley shake, stop your crying, for pity's sake.
Cause you and I will meet again someday.

You and I Will Meet Again (Someday)

You And I Will Meet Again (Someday)

My face is a wall that you can't get behind.
Don't even waste your time on me.

I'm afraid of my radio.
It sends me messages. 
From who, I don't know.
If I touch that dial, I'm afraid I might blow away.

Well, it might seem hard to love through your shapeless guard, to think through a greeting card, to wish on a dying star.

Well, what can you do when the world's fallin' down on you?

Well, it might seem hard to love me the way you are, to think through a greeting card, to wish on a dying star.

Well, it might seem hard to love through your shapeless guard, to think through a greeting card, to wish on a dying star.

Dying Star

In the morning I see your face where the sparrows and the hollyhocks commiserate.
It's gettin' late.

Like the evening, God is gone. 
When I'd settle for a jingle or a funeral song, the mood's all wrong.

You're better for movin' on.
Well, the days are long, but the years are short without you.

Give a little, seldom seen.
When the morning light will split you like a fever dream, your mouth looks mean.

Love is a crooked art.
Well, you broke my heart, but I still want you here.

When all the drugs are gone and the records fade away will you still want me like you did when you were gone?
I guess we'll never know.

In the morning I see your face where the sparrows and the hollyhocks commiserate.
It's gettin' late.

You're better for movin' on.
Well, the days are long, but the years are short without you
and love is a crooked art.
Well, you broke my heart, but I still want you here.

It's gettin' harder every day without you now.
It's gettin' harder every day without you now.

Fade Away

He was a split-lipped James Dean lookalike selling his ass on Castro Street very first time he heard that thing called Rock n' Roll.
Well, his heart would pound like a metronome every time he saw the sea and he slept by the bay so he saw the sea all the time.

Oh, isn't it sad?
I hope he finds himself a home.
I hope he doesn't die alone.
I hope he finds himself someone.

Slick kid. Where's he gonna sleep tonight?
He's got a browbeaten baby and a sting like a spider bite.

Good dog. He's runnin' like a man possessed.
He's  got a chip on his shoulder and a chisel for his heavin' chest.

Come on, baby, it's understood.
You never love me like you should.
If you were bad you wouldn't be any good to me, anyway.

Bitch Blush, you're learnin' what your love is for.
It's like a crack in the kettle.
Funny fodder for his metaphors.

Come on, baby, it's understood.
You never love me like you should.
If you were bad you wouldn't be any good to me, anyway.

I wanna bathe in cigarette smoke.
I wanna sit and get lit every night.
This life of learnin' how to live is a joke.
When I'm stoned and alone my brain gets sharp like a knife.

Get Lit

Sunbeamer, won't you come for a ride with me on a cloud?
I'll take you down dreaming to the ocean floor where the waves crash overhead and undertow.
I know I can't break through.
I'm drowning in the thought of you.
Your love is like an ocean.
I never know which way to go.

Sunbeamer, you held my hand as we danced 'til dawn in the sand.
A skiffle song streaming through an open door as the waves crashed on the beach.
Oh, I know, I know I can't break through.
I'm drowning in the thought of you.
Your love is like an ocean.
I never know which way you'll turn.

Sunbeamer, the only ghost that you see will show you the shore.
The sun'll pour heavy from the open door.
It'll warm you head to feet to heart and soul.
Oh, I know I can't break through.
I'm drowning in the heart of you.
You know "do what thou wilt" will be the only holy law.

Sunbeamer

kyle miller has been making too much noise for 24 years. little nothing is the latest chapter in that rowdy saga. songs about friends. songs about lovers. songs about a homeless prostitute cum rock star (relax, that was latin). listen up.

Kyle Miller

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