Front Row: GSOLIS
//V1//
If you were a lawyer I'd be in your court room
If you were a climber I'd be on a mountain hanging on a line right by your side
If you were the sporty type I'd be in the stands
Making sure they knew that I was your biggest fan
Catch me on the sideline every time

//Pre Chorus//
And if you were a singer I'd be with you on the road 
Baby I'd go anywhere New York Paris or Rome
You don't even have to ask if I'll be at your show
it's always the same answer

//Chorus//
Oh you'd see me in the front row
Every single night
And I'd be holding a big sign up
Big old letters with the lights
And I'd be singing every song boy
Knowing every single word
And I'd be screaming out your name to make sure that you heard
oh front row
oh front row

//V2//
If you were an artist I'd buy every piece
Hang them on my wall so that everyone could see
You'd be my van Gogh
My starry night
Hope you know that I would go wherever it takes
To be right where you are I'd take a car boat or train
Get a one way ticket straight to you

//Bridge//
Wherever you go you know that I'll always want to follow
You and I are one my dear
We're each others shadow

Front Row (LIVE)

the northern wall,
never let me go
it was coated with ivy and
covered with snow

and the wind was
rushing past my ears,
blowing around 
doubts and fears

i like her, i wanna 
keep her around,
but this summers
so much cooler underground

such a terrible mistake,
i'll say i'll forget you 
at the wake

you dug your fingers in
pulling the bullet from you head
clattering as it hit the floor,
god is dead

what transitions us to the monsters
that we feared as little kids?
exultations to the tormented,
of whom we are rid

i like her, i wanna 
keep her around,
but this summers
so much cooler underground

such a terrible mistake,
i'll say i'll forget you 
at the wake

out in this darkness anything
could grab me and i'd
let the claws sink in if
only they would have me

now, softly, 
starlings cry above me, 
i awoke
hoping i'd love me

i like her, i only need
her for awhile
i miss her magic fingers
and her crooked smile

this summers so much 
cooler underground
hell is heaven for the devils,
i hear their trumpets sound

spitfire

it's 3 in the morning, 
i try and sleep in the evening  
held down, i've been cut open, 
sown up, i keep bleeding  

it's 3 in the morning, 
he meant nothing, 
he demeaned me  

i'm sorry i slipped in the water, 
i can be so heartless when i
 feel the need  

don't smoke those cigarettes, 
is there nothing left? 
where are your friends all at?  

i called you my guest, 
left this house a mess 
and you know that i can't come back 

it's 3 in the morning, 
some lessons burnt learning, 
but at least a light is still on 
at least there's a fire burning  

don't smoke those cigarettes, 
is there nothing left? 
where are your friends all at?  

yeah, i called you my guest, 
left this house a mess and 
you know that i can't come back  

thought you were cut out for more, 
waiting on your next score 
you threw away your secret stash  

our tears fill up their wells, 
they fund our crying spells 
and you know that i need the cash

witching hour

we moved around until we found
a place where we could grow,
but we never sent roots down
cus there was nowhere for them to go

we live by woodlawn, hs 
where the kids grow up
and discover their vices when 
they believe they're not enough

and through the woods we see
the lights and sirens blaring,
stalled at an intersection,
wishing we had the daring

what's been buried beneath them
has finally been forgotten,
broken teeth and crosses 
in a world they're lost in

woodlawn, hs

Desert Baby

Bloodstains on the Bedsheets

Singer songwriter G Solis wrote these lyrics one afternoon as she was reminiscing on her past travels to Chicago. "I love that city so much. Each time I have visited, the cold wind was always there ready to greet me". It was these memories of the winter weather that inspired her to write a song about a love gone cold.

Chicago
v1.
you give me the cold shoulder
why do I waste my time?
you've got me craving your attention
what are your intentions?
i’m not chasing anymore..
you're colder than Chicago...

pre chorus. 
i shouldn't have to chase someone who doesn't see me
i shouldn't have to bend so far to prove i'm worthy
even with a winter coat I still feel that cold sting..
that you don't love me 
me

chorus.
you're colder than Chicago..
than winter in Chicago

v2.
lean in for a kiss and you turn your cheek
i guess I shoulda read the signs
i'm tired of romanticizing  all the hurt I feel inside

v3.
they say people change as you grow and get older
one look in your eyes I can tell your soul has frozen over
your soul has frozen over

told myself the lie that some time's all we needed
i'm searching my mind trynna find one good reason 
(to stay)
any reason

Bloodstains on the Bedsheets

TheNobodyMan

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