You make such beatiful songs, but i can't listen to them too much. They tear me apart.

i like getting burned by the sun
on the beach with a surfboard and a gun
the waves are always calling me closer
begging me to lose my composure
i'm a downcast loner
a fucking poser
i can't get lower

i love your smile
stay here for a while
an angel that was surely heaven sent
i hope you didn't hear what i just said
got my blood on the pavement
i wanna be your favorite
goddamned vagrant
i wanna be your favorite
goddamned vagrant
i wanna be your favorite
goddamned vagrant

tadaima

Pax Pacifica

in flower fields
that feel surreal
two angels will fight to the death
the clamoring
of swords will bring
one closer to their last breath

and when it does don't cry for them 
everything that starts must also end
quiet surrounds them once more
the silence becomes their mentor
give them only passing glances
they have no time for semantics
sold their soul no second chances
given to hopeless romantics
now

beauty
imbued on thee
such a blessing in disguise
rarities
that i can see
embedded into the centers of your eyes
bestowed upon you
from someone
long dead for millennia
buried
inside of me
covered in camellias

aspirations start to drown
and now it's harder to get out
of your sweet dreams when you're asleep
so then the heavens watch you weep
and send you flowers bathed in gold
of sunlight through the winter cold
choose your fate and pursue
the angel who had died for you

molly put a bad thought in your head
never could make lots of new friends
what were those words i said back then?
"dallas, don't cry when i leave again"

i miss, i crave
i lose, i hate
i kill, i wait
i contemplate
i think of everyone i've loved
return myself to the sky above

Camellias

we sing we smile
we laugh and cry
we run we fly
we crash and die
we thank the lord
and say amen
we lie and sin
and fall again

we sing we smile
we laugh and cry
we run we fly
we crash and die
we thank the lord
and say amen
we lie and sin
and fall again

i'm in love with the idea of
honorable men from days of old
killed myself and all of my friends
in search of glory and gold
why are we so far from heroes
maybe we're not meant to be
the mango tree grows when it's alone
i'm content with everything

and i hate that we're satisfied
with ash
we'll take what we like
and they won't get it back

ashamed of every earthly comfort that we utilize
convincing ourselves that we are perfectly alright
flawed human beings that are rotten to the core
cutting hands and arms and legs and simply living for the gore
struggle burned inside our minds
it's what we both crave
we're no better than savages
we're wicked and depraved

maybe the silence
is worse than the violence
"the horror! the horror!", one day we will exclaim

that's okay

when i wake up
you won't get me to stay
i'm leaving now
i'm going far away
don't ask me where
i won't be back again
i'll say goodbye
and that will be the end

when i wake up
you won't get me to stay
i'm leaving now
i'm going far away
don't ask me where
i won't be back again
i'll say goodbye 
and that will be the end

Glory (The Horror!)

i've seen your face plastered somewhere before
in my dreams of goon sacks, surf, and emu wars
but now i can't recall its all a blur
i think i was in love, i can't remember

it was on a beach in queensland, the sky was full of clouds
the only words i heard were coming out of your mouth
saw beauty within the hardship that will lie ahead
then i spoke but i forgot what i said

oh well
it doesn't matter anyways
thoughts that i could never orchestrate
but now i have ideas no better than the pipe dreams of a child
of you and i and no one else exchanging awkward smiles
i don't think i'll ever be the same i'm not sure if i will be okay
because it won't go away it won't go away
why won't it go away why won't it go

where nobody can find us
somewhere in australia
where no one can remind us
that we don't belong

dead kokoro, it comes and goes and won't return the same
it stops and kills, it's such a thrill when it misbehaves
catching birds with shotgun shells and old 7.62
it's okay to hate me 'cause i hate myself too

////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

the most beautiful temple that i've ever seen
plastered across the front page of magazines
in my dreams
it's calling out to me
what a scene
it wants to see me bleed

i'd rather watch it all burn down to the ground
than see it everyday and know that i must live without
okay
engulf it all in flame
what a thought
it wants to watch me rot

when i looked back i saw
a vision from the past
i let it come and gnaw
a hole straight through my back
it intertwined with me
and i found a piece of you
inside my flesh between
the things that i couldn't lose

embers and ash
from things i can not have
embers and ash
from things i can not have
embers and ash
from things i can not have
embers and ash
from things i can not have
embers and ash
from things i can not have

Australophilia / The Fire in Yamabiko Forest

[spring]

i guess i'm one to reminisce
about the things from the past
so far gone i can't get them back
last night i cried a lot
thinking about where i came from
and what i did and the outcomes
it all feels like it was just a dream
forgotten songs and melodies

[summer]

it's so sacred
so sacred
and now it's gone from me
but i still make believe
and i don't want to see
i just want to be
the things i thought i could
the things i said i would
serenity
serenity
serenity
serenity 

[autumn]

why does this not feel the same
i haven't done it in a whole decade
and why am i shedding tears now
'cause the folks i knew are not around
i miss my bed and i miss my friends
and i hate how everything good must end
now the windows are blocked by branches and leaves
i don't feel very good its too much for me
it's a symbol of the past that's gone like the wind
i won't recognize it so i don't wanna go in
i feel really dizzy i need to sit down
it looks the same but it's all different now
i didn't know it then but i was full of joy
was another example of a naive boy
just take me back i don't wanna grow up
i'm anxious and scared and i wanna throw up

[winter]

i should've made the most of it when i was still there
but i was busy with daydreams of being elsewhere
and the thought of the future was clouding the present
i didn't take it in and now i really regret it
i'm too late
i'm too late
i'm too late
i'm too late
a whole decade
a whole decade
a whole decade
a whole decade

Minus 10

i know a couple friends and family
that like to drink and drive
told me it's the only chance
they ever get to feel alive
they gamble with their life
and everybody else's too
told me that's the bet you make
when you've got nothing else to lose

i know a couple friends and family
that cry themselves to sleep
i see the salt from their tears
embedding stains into the sheets
they said they'll never be happy
'cause it's not what they deserve
i said nothing in return
i still haven't found the words

i know a couple friends and family
that like to play with guns
they like to pull the trigger
'cause it gives them such a rush
one of them were smitten
fell in love with the lead
i guess they loved it so much
they put a bullet through their head

i don't like this cold
cold like hokkaido
take me somewhere warm
let's go to war

Hokkaido

hajime!

we've dreamt of this since we were kids
we live for it, we live for this
waiting for a sign that will not ever come to me
never amount to something

moments of perfect peace between catastrophe
repent of everything you've ever done
perfect silence now that fire burns all around
cry more if you must, you'll be shunned

if fate should bless the rest of us
the warm embrace of summer months
will come and go
and winter snow
will dissipate
i'm so afraid
to leave 

i've got to run away to a place that i can escape
i've got to get away from here
i've got to vanish soon, underneath the killing moon
i've got to quickly disappear

we're not getting out alive
apostatize
we're all running out
of time
all saints are sinners now
all sins are forgiven
all things considered now
it's alright

Crystal Said Run

ittekimasu

crystal told me that she's skipping town
said "there's nothing left here, don't stick around"
going west towards the california 1
riding waves, perfect lefts in the california sun
i don't even know what she's gonna do
but she said no matter what she's gonna follow through
"probably find a place in north hollywood"
that i could come along and i probably should

said "i've got a soft spot for you, half japanese,
because i feel like you're a lot like me"
heroes stay unsung
cigarettes for blackened lungs
hopeless truth always comes with hopeless love

packed up every single thing she owns
"yeah it's not very much, i already know"
3 surfboards on top of the car
one almost fell, not a great start
she and i both have the same dream
only difference is that she's actually
going to accomplish it and won't back down
i was born in the pacific, surfing on the couch

but oh my god i dream of you every time i fall asleep
unfortunately for me that's all we'll ever be
and i don't care that you've been there so many times before
every word i've left unsaid, here today and forevermore:

i'm sorry that i keep fucking it all up
i'm sorry that i won't ever be enough
i'm sorry that i talk too much, i'm sorry i can't be your crutch
i'm sorry that i keep saying i'm sorry so fucking much
i just want to be that much closer to you
well i guess i will run away too
this is everything that i've ever wanted, right?
or will it all fall apart like i think it might?
i'm afraid to spread my wings and fly
'cause i'm afraid of failure and afraid of heights
the higher they are, the harder they fall
and when i'm not high i'll remember it all
18 years have passed since then
19 for you it repeats again
within this empty silent box
we have no time we've wasted it all

Gomenasorry

Aaa Ooo

It’s been a rough year a buff year a really really fucked year
A tough year a nut year a really fucked up year 
But these eight crazy nights are what keep me alive
Hanukkah I missed you I think I’ll be alright

Sutton at a table playing dreidel with my cousins till the crack of dawn
Opening presents and talking about our descendants eating fried food till it’s all gone
Lighting the candle like gram and gramps do telling stories until I yawn
It’s my favorite time of the year 

It’s been a rough year a buff year a really really fucked year
A tough year a nut year a really fucked up year 
But these eight crazy nights are what keep me alive
Hanukkah I missed you.....

It’s been a rough year a buff year a really really fucked year
A tough year a nut year a really fucked up year 
But these eight crazy nights are what keep me alive
Hanukkah I missed you I think I’ll be alright

Eight Crazy Nights

You're always telling me
That nothing's wrong
You're always telling me
That I should just get a job
But I know that won't help
'Cause nothing does
And after 18 years
Some things can't be undone

There's no point
There's no point
Losing feeling
Feeling no joy

Can't seem to find a purpose
Just living to survive
I'll never be anything
'Cause there's nothing that I like
I'm losing motivation
I'm starting not to care
I can't feel anything
Except anger and despair

There's no point
There's no point
Losing feeling
Feeling no joy

No Point

howzit!! o(^_^)b
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Australophilia / The Fire in Yamabiko Forest

Pacific Purgatory

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