Watching TV tired, bleeding on the bed
The milk has just expired, all the leaves are dead
I'm not quiet, you've been quiet, just receiving what you said
Reeling, feeding, feeling, filled by everything you fed
I see you as you see yourself through all the books you read
Overwhelmed with guilt and realizing the disease
You give me chills, I've had it with the drills
I'm nothing, you are nothing, we are nothing with the pills
I am empty 'til she fills, alive until she kills
In her vampire empire, I am
Falling, yeah
Falling, yeah
I see you there, rejecting all your earthly power
Protecting and dissecting 'til you've emptied every hour
We jumped into the pond and then come under the shower
You lay upon my pillow and you open like a flower
I wanted to see you naked, I wanted to hear you scream
Wanted to kiss your skin and your everything
I wanted to be your woman, I wanted to be your man
I wanted to be the one that you could understand
You give me chills, I've had it with the drills
I'm nothing, you are nothing, we are nothing with the pills
I'm empty 'til she fills, alive until she kills
In her vampire empire, I am
Falling, yeah
Falling, yeah
Well, I walked into your dagger for the last time
It's like trying to start a fire with matches in the snow
Where you can't seem to hold me, can't seem to let me go
So I can't find surrender and I can't keep control
You turn me inside out, and then you want me outside in
You spin me all around, and then you ask me not to spin
You say you wanna be alone and you want children
You wanna be with me and you wanna be with him
You give me chills, I've had it with the drills
I'm nothing, you are nothing, we are nothing with the pills
I am empty 'til she fills, alive until she kills
In her vampire empire, I am
Falling, yeah
Falling, yeah
Falling, yeah
Falling, yeah
Falling, yeah
Falling, yeah

Songwriters: Adrianne Elizabeth Lenker

Vampire Empire

It's a fallacy, factually, the seven sins are evergreen

Let The Light In

Blind From The Heartless

Scrabble

One Last Stop (Til Boston)

One Last Stop ('Til Boston)

What doesn't kill me only makes me feel I'm cold & dyin'

Morbid

Don’t Be Afraid

A star shining so bright
A shining so bright
Way up in the sky

Sky lighting my life
Planes in the sky
Flying miles high

Oh don’t let it slip away
You’re tuned in now
Don’t be afraid

Eyes opening wide
You shined the light
Nearly made me blind

Blind why am I lying
I can’t describe
What it made me see

Don’t don’t let it slip away
You still need to learn how to demonstrate
All your actions blended together
Crossing over one another

A star shining so bright
A shining so bright
Way up in the sky

Sky lighting my life
Planes in the sky
Flying miles high

Oh don’t let it slip away
You’re tuned in now
Don’t be afraid

Don’t be afraid

Don't Be Afraid

Death & Taxes

Beggars dig for gold 

On the edge of the frontier

With a snap of my finger

I could make them disappear

Lined up on the hillside 

Greed fills up their hearts 

Poised to make a dollar

& squander all their charms

Down in California City

Near the Antelope Valley 

The Wiyot people lived

Where the native plants roam free 

They ate clams and acorns 

Made long carved log canoes

Women were the healers 

Love was their pursuit 

The white men came in droves

& forced them from their land 

Diseased them & enslaved them 

& declared their language dead 

There used to be two thousand

Now only four hundred 

Eureka men killed two hundred

On Indian Island

The story told of old

In search of California gold 

Now the Wiyot People 

Are merely a footnote

Wiyot Massacre

I'll be the president of the United States, forgive all your debt

POTUS

When My Heart Went Cold

Dandelion

The way you wear your hair with the air of magnolia 
Stock-room scissors on a strange plateau 
Dalmatians are carnations & it’s all hysterical 
Clerical errors on a platinum hole 

Welcome home
Welcome home, my pale romantic 
Welcome home
Welcome home, my hypnotic tailspin 

You tied my hands together & I can’t break away 
Your face is made of leather & your feet are made of clay 
Your eyes are fixed where your forehead lay 
Your pallid skin tastes of dirt & decay 

Welcome home
Welcome home, my pale romantic 
Welcome home
Welcome home, my hypnotic tailspin 

I was a doctor
I was a teacher 
I wasted knowledge 
On a limestone creature 
I was the prophet 
You were the private
Oh my darling 
It’s a sycophantic hologram 

Pumping through my blood, you’re the life that I lead
I could never break away, I couldn’t handle the release
I might as well enjoy my age and the blankets that you made
Twenty five sounds fine but the remainder seems bleak

Welcome home
Welcome home, my pale romantic 
Welcome home
Welcome home, my hypnotic tailspin

Welcome Home

Back out, jump in 
Let’s go for a swim 
Take a year off
To see how we fit in

Take heed, don’t leap 
We’ll make it through the heat
We’re burning up
But we’re naked in the street

I might, I might
Soar into the open air tonight
I might, just might 
Fly off the handle, with nowhere to hide

I’m running on a treadmill with the settings turned to ten 
I’m skipping breathing exercises & drinking pints of gin 
There’s no seconds to replace you so the minutes filled with sin 
I can’t help myself sometimes I think I’m HIM

I might, I might
Soar into the open air tonight
I might, just might 
Fly off the handle, just to see where I’ll lie 

We’re on the edge of the precipice of a new middle age
There’s no hair on our heads & we can’t even turn the page
Of the monograph of the holograph that makes up our universe 
Set the simulation to the truth seeking craze

I might, I might
Soar into the open air tonight
I might, just might 
Fly off the handle, with nowhere to hide

I might, I might
Soar into the open air tonight
I might, just might 
Fly off the handle, just to see where I’ll lie 

San Francisco 
Palm Beach 
New York Island
Take me

Salutations 
To the nation 
Next summer
I’m gonna live in Paris 

Daytona
Detroit 
Soul City
Just might 

Juneau, Alaska
Pasadena 
Carson City
Catalina 

I might
I might
Soar into the open air tonight

I might
Just might
Soar into the open air tonight

Open Air

Some people say I’m a crazy fool 
Some people say I keep it cool 
I don’t know who I choose to believe
They want me dead or at least half asleep

Two in the morning
I can’t get no sleep
They give you no warning
Kill off your originality 

Some people say I’m a second-tier singer
Some people say I stay late for dinner 
I don’t want either of those things
Some people make me sick of my instincts

Two in the morning
I can’t get no sleep
They give you no warning
Kill off your originality 

Some people
Some people
Some people say 

(I’m a recluse)

Some people
Some people
Some people say 

(I talk too much)

Some people
Some people
Some people say 

(I have an ego)

Some people
Some people
Some people say 

(I hate myself)

Some people
Some people
Some people say 

(I love everyone)

Some people
Some people
Some people say 

(I cursed the sun)

Some People Say

I think about you & everything that you do
The way you wear your shades 
& what lies underneath 
I’ll always think about you & everything that you do 

I like the way you walk 
I like the way you talk 
I like every single little strut 
It makes me happy just to know you’re enough 

I like when we talk about the universe
& societal structures at work 
I like when we curse the patriarchy 
At times I wonder why we’re so in sync 

I think about you & everything that you do
The way you wear your shades 
& what lies underneath 
I’ll always think about you & everything that you do

Your Shades

I Am The Devil

Time of the Times

Time Of The Times

Everyday People

Oh in the window
People make noise
Rattling dishes 
& making the choice 

To live or to die 
To carry on with this life
Everyday people
With everyday eyes

Ooh 
Ooh 

Oh my dear
What do I see
Staring out the window 
Into infinity 
The regular lives 
Of the bourgeoisie 
Everyday people
Doing everyday things

Open the window
People are coy
Do they recycle 
Does it bring them joy 

To live or to die 
To carry on with life
Everyday people
With everyday eyes

Ooh 
Ooh 

Oh my dear
What do I see
Staring out the window 
Into infinity 
The regular lives 
Of the bourgeoisie 
Everyday people
Doing everyday things

Ooh 
Ooh

Everyday People

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BULLY

Give me your lunch money
Throw you in the trash can 

Twerps like you shouldn’t breathe
The same air that I do 

What’s in your lunch box
I don’t eat vegetables 

My step dad beats me 
Because my mom’s a whore 

its not your problem
that my parents got divorced

But now im a bully
I’m going to take it out on you

If I am a bully, 
I’ll treat you bad 

If i am a junkie
its because im sad

im a bully
im a bully

wipe that smile off your face
i want to make you sad like me

Do my homework, nerd 
Before I give you a swirly

Kick your teeth in
If you’re not wearing hurley

You’re a bully and you don’t know why 
You were born to beat a bag and give it black eyes
You were bantering and Bunyan-ing your boat 
You would say you’re bulimic but you still don’t believe the joke

People been giving you a hard time,
They say you can’t give love and I stand here sitting by you 
cause you know I’m the one that’s true. Getting me confused with the bully just the wrong point-of-view.

If I am a bully, 
I’ll treat you bad 

If i am a junkie
its because im sad

im a bully
im a bully

wipe that smile off your face
i want to make you sad like me

sad like me

BULLY

Sweatshirt:

Freak out with the funk flow, screaming out my name as I pump up the jets, say no montages nor capulets, a vision of success is subjective at best, talking past, present, future tense don’t mix up ur participle, a pleasure principle, spit knowledge to the inner soul, why so difficult? sporadic as a future man. projecting ammunition with my words, it’s a lyrical A-bomb, crossaint is what I want, what you want is indifferent, soldier on my debutante, I’m a mean-freak nasty, flow flabbergast me, the FCC labels me obscene, I don’t get what I want but I got what I need, I’m partly crazy, but it’s chill I’m a freak brother! 

***

[sweatshirt lore]

Put on your sweatshirt
Put on your sweatshirt

***

Where is the funk stuff
We’re in the breeze 
Where is the funk stuff
I’m in the sea 

***

[sweatshirt lore]

Put on your sweatshirt
Put on your sweatshirt

***

Funky little time
Here’s a story about lies
Who’s a guy in your eyes
Who’s a flying hero, Five
I can’t deny 
Im a super soaker tie
In the cut
I’m a buck 
Shot lover
In a scuff
With the buds
And the ducks
I’m so fucked 
I’m a nun 
Run from the god
I’m a failure
To you now
I’m a renegade
Six-shooting
Cowboy on the run
What’s a pun?
I’m not grammatically 
Articulate

***

[sweatshirt lore]

Put on your sweatshirt
Put on your sweatshirt

***

Abducted by aliens
In centuries oblivious
The Stonehenge sages
Weren’t paid fair wages
And Deloreans weren’t perfect
They earned a parking ticket
From toad the wet sprocket 
Toting gun
You cock it
You can shoot it
Like a rocket 
Into the heart
Of nonsense
You owe 
Me six-pence
A mix, 
A master 
And a sequence
The frequency is hot
And the bass 
Was so lifted
Fuck the skinheads
Love the women
Eat the rich 
In their chrome plated whips 
Uh uh 
I’m so slick 
Slinging words around that fit
I don’t fit in with all the little cliques 
I’m a bit bit broken I’m a bag of bones
I’m a big ole pile of monumental super stones. 
I build tall & dense enough to cure this. 
With all the sauerkraut & heartbreak little accidents. 

***

[sweatshirt lore]

Put on your sweatshirt
Put on your sweatshirt

Put On Your Sweatshirt

What Could Have Been

The last time I saw you, you were thirty-four
You made it six years, then you got divorced 
You came onto the scene with your calico hair
Playing bass guitar in your underwear 

What are you up to now?
Where did life take you?
Did it all work out? 
Do you ever look back at it
And think about what could have been?

When I saw you , you were full of shit 
In the silent spring, you never quit 
Well I guess I won’t speak to you again 
It doesn’t matter cause I’m over it

What are you up to now?
Where did life take you?
Did it all work out? 
Do you ever look back at it
And think about what could have been?

What are you up to now?
Where did life take you?
Did it all work out? 
Do you ever look back at it
And think about what could have been?

What Could Have Been

What would you like me to believe 
Who would your heart desire to see

When could you ever rely on me 
Why can I hurt [anyone or anything] 

I want you to see what I’ve seen 
Then go and make believe you are with me 
I wanna be like yours 
Love like chemicals

You’d never see me the same 
I hope your heart breaks 
& shatters to a million pieces 

Who would you love me to hate 
I’m just trying to get laid 
Who are we & what are us 
do you trust me or are you trying to fuck 

The truth seems to reveal itself 
You always seem to put me through hell

Cunt

To Be Young & Dumb Again

Look at you in your faded jeans
Your pony tail hanging at ur sleeves
Wide eyed, you tend to hypnotize 
A guy like me with his head in the sky 

To be young & dumb again
To be young & dumb again

To be young 
& dumb 
With your heart
Out on the run 

To be real
Alive
With pain 
You can’t even describe 

I want to feel 
It all again 
To be young 
& dumb 
as we were then 

Days had passed & we had lived together 
Our dreams died down, it was never for pleasure
I keep thinking back to those days 
When we free, now it’s not the case

To be young & dumb again
To be young & dumb again

To be young 
& dumb 
With your heart
Out on the run 

To be real
Alive
With pain 
You can’t even describe 

I want to feel 
It all again 
To be young 
& dumb
as we were then

To Be Young & Dumb

It's Love All Around

Birds singing out
Highway noises. Sounds
It’s love all around
It’s love all around

Every one I’ve ever loved is gone
Anything I've ever had was robbed

Moths to a light
Blue birds sing into the skies
A pool of yellow leather 
The timing couldn’t be better

Tambourine vampires
The public is in denial

Send off more troops to the wars
Subjects of more horror

We need medicine
pay some mf attention 
Marti gras
I’m lacking in a lack of attention 

Deficit
Kama sutra
Howdy do
I wanna know ya

I'll see you around 
All over town 
I'll see you 
I'll see you 
I'll see around 
Birds singing out
Birds singing out
Birds singing, yeah
Birds singing out
It's love all around
It's love all around

It's Love All Around

It’s Love All Around

Hide Away

We will decide what is wrong, what is right
We will define the lines through our lives

Getting away from it all 
Pressing our heads to the wall 

The attention is fading, quick react to the noise
I don’t mind satan, but bleeding’s a choice

Clawing my way to the light
I wanted to make your night

Will you won’t you hide away with me
Will you won’t you hide away with me

The comedy’s tragic, the future is dark 
I might not have answers, but I know where to start 

Lying on a sofa made of sand 
Your love is like an ocean, it swallows a man

Will you won’t you hide away with me
Will you won’t you hide away with me

The battle for the soul 
Will leave you feeling whole

You don’t have the choice
Who gave you the voice 

Will you won’t you hide away with me
Will you won’t you hide away with me

Hide Away

Anakin Killed the Women & Children

[Anakin Killed The Women & Children]

Weird Witchcraft

Mother, mother, how's the family?
I'm just calling to say hello
How's the weather? How's my father?
Am I lonely? Heavens know
Mother, mother, are you listening?
Just a phone call to ease your mind
Life is perfect, never better
Distance making the heart grow fond
When you sent me off to see the world
Were you scared that I might get hurt?
Would I try a little tobacco?
Would I keep on hiking up my skirt?
I'm hungry, I'm dirty
I'm losing my mind, everything's fine
I'm freezing, I'm starving
I'm bleeding to death, everything's fine
Yeah, I'm working, making money
I'm just starting to build a name
I can feel it, around the corner
I could make it any day
Mother, mother, can you hear me?
Sure I'm sober, sure I'm sane
Life is perfect, never better
Still your daughter, still the same
If I tell you what you want to hear
Will it help you to sleep well at night?
Are you sure that I'm your perfect dear?
Now just cuddle up and sleep tight
I'm hungry, I'm dirty
I'm losing my mind, everything's fine
I'm freezing, I'm starving
I'm bleeding to death, everything's fine
I miss you, I love you

Songwriters: Tracy K. Bonham

Mother, Mother

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