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Reflecting Skin Lyrics First Name/Last Name
The Long Island Sound All of us will die on this island/You got the Long Island Sound/Down the only way around/I never seem to look like I’m lookin’/But I’m a lookin’ up your street/To find an empty headed heart to beat/A wad in every pocket/a loaded gun in every hand/you put a tag on angry Steven/I’m feeling like a broken man/Hurricane end of the summer/in a wasted, raining year/not a doubt, about as much as I can bear/but if you stay away from buildings/and if you stay away from guns/then I will drown myself in your blood/a wad in every pocket/a loaded gun in every hand/you put a tag on angry Steven/I’m feeling like a broken man/Heavy metal parking lot Sunday/make murder out of love/and ignoring every message from above/I hang a heavy-ass heart when it’s raining/I like the water on my skin/and if you could be reborn, I would be born again/A wad in every pocket/A loaded gun in every hand/You put a tag on angry Steven/I’m feeling like a broken man Absolutely Zero Potential I’m standing at the party/where all the Dom’s long gone/And like a Vegan grocer I was into food not bombs/the rains fell down/they kind of felt like rain/and now the season’s changing/there’s madness in the air/but it seems like only yesterday/I cut off all my hair/and washed the makeup off/try to let my skin breathe/And months go by like minutes in romantic comedies/There’s a guy over there/and he is waving a gun in my direction/and all y’all smile and say/”Just Goddamn do what he says,”/and all I can think/is that behind closed doors and broken noses/he’s doing exactly the same thing to you/he’s just done to me/and minutes go by like hours when I’ve forgotten how to breathe/and I am from the wayward son with absolutely zero potential/oh, and it’s coupled with the best of intent/you talk about forever like it’s a sentence that escapes you like thunder/as if we were both set in stone by someone else’s plans/A mark, a scar/a festering boil and a coldsore/I feel like I’ve lost my mind, but somehow still won the war/and now I’m standing at the party/where everything’s gone wrong/and like a Vegan zombie/I was into grains not bombs/I wish you were here when the snow fell down like lead/and left perfect circle indentations in the tops of our heads Hand in Hand (Foot in Mouth) She says, with a grin, as she buckles you in, “You’ve got a fat set of Chucks, but you’ll never play Newtown again.”/My credit was endless in the Sunshine State, and I’ve got a big mouth, and much too much much on my plate/With twenty-four hours in a ninety-day day, I’ve got day-old bread, and miles of time/and I’m Throwing-up Culture in a bathroom stall in Middle America, never had time for the fall/Living hand in hand/you’re living hand in hand, foot in mouth/Little brother, big brother, Sunny-Day Jim’s got nothing for me, and I don’t know much about him/In the desk in the wall is the ghost of my father, I still hear his voice, but no, I don’t bother listening/I am finished with sentences, finished with words, there is no point in talking when no one is listening/So I don’t want to talk, I want a rock that I could grab and bash every last note of your song from my empty-ass head/Living hand in hand/you’re living hand in hand, foot in mouth/And your heart might be broken, but it’s only your heart. It was nothing but muscle and blood from the start./So put on your clothes, choke back the tears, ‘cause no one is listening, no one is listening/You’re living hand in hand/You’re living hand in hand, foot in mouth/She says with a grin, as she buckles you in, “You’ve got a fat set of Chucks, but you’ll never play Newtown again.” Someone Else’s Life is Hanging Over My Head On a String Could I call you from the plane?/It was warm when we got home again/I’ll be in the kitchen/drinkin’ barley wine and breathing it in/I was out, on the street/where other people get drunk and sing/And someone else’s life is hanging over my head on a string/Heart attack, back pack/Trap kit standing on end/Rurality and industry are walking hand in hand round the bend/I’m a dog/You’re a creep/I love you but I’m starting to leak/And someone else’s life is hanging over my head on a string/Well I was either drunk or sober/when I choked you and I made you promise not to breathe ‘til I said,/”The only chance you have of getting out alive is just to blow the speakers and start pitching a rage.”/Rio Puerco, dust bowl/thunder storm, total the van/Plaque dust forming like cement/around my head in my hands/Come on, dust off your feet/And I will cook you something Vegan to eat/And someone else’s life is hanging over my head on a string/ Hurricane Ivan Prayin’ for a train wreck/matchstick, cigarette/Tape deck took a crap/hurry up and take a nap/Hurricane Ivan/Twenty dead seamen/Pensacola rockn’rolla/ I don’t wanna I don’t wanna/Lyin’ on the train track/laughin’ like a maniac/get drunk get sick/pardon me for eatin’ shit/Rebel yell, steel wheels/Sleepin’ in a mine field/TBA, TBA, God I miss the MTA/I said what I said for the last time the first time/Pardon me for breathin’ in/I said what I said for the last time the first time/And I’m never explainin’ again/Probate, vacate,/Come on back and violate/Shaggy Dope copped smoke/get pinched, no hope/Asheville, Nashville/runnin’ out of gasville/I’d rather be alive and broke than chokin’ in a fox hole/Misma mierda y una diferente dia/said I wouldn’t wanna know ya and I’d never wanna see ya/waterhead, steer clear/Mikey got another beer/LK, DBA/doesn’t matter either way I said what I said for the last time the first time/Pardon me for breathin’ in/I said what I said for the last time the first time/And I’m never explainin’ again/Playin’ with a full deck/Sillhouette, Cadillac/Mikey’s either dead or else he’s got himself a girlfriend/Hurricane Ivan/Twenty dead seamen/Pensacola rockn’rolla/I don’t wanna I don’t wanna. I’ll be Here All Night The AC’s broke down and Matthew’s off to war/And I’m sorry as hell, but the drugs don’t work anymore/I was pickin’ on the bad times, you were down to phoning it in/And just popping out a rhythm on a pop gun you got at the Den/Close your eyes, I think I’m going blind/I’ll be here all night/There’s a stoop in my stance, you can see it when I walk/Man, I am dancing underwater, spitting bubbles all around when I talk/All my ex-girlfriends are in an underwater band/They got drums and ukeleles, turning mud back into sand/And when the music hits I start to lose my mind/I’ll be here all night/I’m so tired of being sick and I am sick of being poor/Man, I ain’t even got a head left to go head to head anymore/You are drumming up a posse of my old worst enemies/It seems I’m always more afraid of all the other guys than they are of me/But if you hold me close, I think I’ll be alright/I’ll be here all night/Let me sing a song for you, and when you bleed, I will bleed you too/Let me sing a song for you, and when you bleed I will bleed you too,yeah/Dinner’s on the table now and Matthew’s off to score/I’ve got a spike in my vein and I don’t love you anymore/And when the music hits I start to lose my mind/I’ll be here all night Five Year Plan All y’all look the same/Shiner bellies and pickups/”You got something to say?”/”I’ve got nothing to say.”/But I’ve been around/I’ve been lonely/All of my friends are just dropping like flies/You were working on a five year plan/I think it’s time you let me in/I’ve been something something in my sleep/Man it’s the same as it was last week/With your heart on your sleeve/I could let you go if you let me breathe/Let the nickel slide down/What you doin’ hangin’ round?/I love you so much because you’re nothing like them/All they do is talk, talk/Nothing from nothing means nothing/Me, I only hold back when I’m beating your ass/You were working on a five year plan/I think it’s time you let me in/I’ve been something something in my sleep/Man it’s the same as I was last week/With your heart on your sleeve/I could let you go if you let me breathe/All y’all fuckers is fucked/Shiner bellies and pickups/”You got something to say?”/”I’ve got something to say.”/After ninety-nine days/Three towns and two couches/I’ll finally find you a lover who won’t let you down/You were working on a five year plan/I think it’s time you let me in?I’ve been something something in my sleep/Man it’s the same as it was last week/with your heart on your sleeve/I could let you go if you let me breathe Sensormatic I set off your Sensormatic/A couple of big guys gave me static/They grabbed my head and threw me to the floor/Because my heart’s a shiny object/I raise alarms, get held suspect/My heart is made of tin/I stole it on a whim/My distant self, I saw myself/I shook all night ‘til it was over/From Kensington to East Harlem/I touched the water, watched it shiver/Hold him down and make him swim/The deeper and the deeper in/He’s building monuments from towers/And if I slept a million hours/I couldn’t tell the city from the rush/If I was out in California/I’d be chasing some Latina/And drinking mucho cheapo vino/A million miles from home/That never felt like home/My house fell down, they trashed my house/There are no strings that hold me tethered/I’d ride my bike the whole night long/If only I knew how to ride one/Hold him down and make him swim/The deeper and the deeper in/I set off your Sensormatic/A couple of big guys gave me static/My heart is made of tin/I stole it on a whim, yup John Darnielle The prettiest girl in the whole rotten world/Is a waitress in a strip club that also sells eggs/And she’s a practicing lawyer, and all the dumb local yokels/make their dumbass remarks and she picks up the dregs/She’s got the achiest, breakiest heart that I’ve ever seen/And they don’t sell condoms in the condom machine/The saddest little boy in all of Detroit/Rides a broken-down ten-speed to the store in the rain/For milk,eggs and smokes, and his dad is a pederast/and he takes him out back when he needs someone to blame/he’s got the achiest, breakiest heart that I’ve ever seen/And they don’t sell condoms in the condom machine/And I’m a cranky old man with a hand-painted sign that says,/”The US should get out of UN, now.”/And I’m shaking my fist at the hipsters and syndaclists who care what I think what they care anyhow and/My wife is a bulldog with a very long leash/And she’s barking all night at the hole in my head that says/we’re running out of time, yeah we are almost out of time and/I am hedging my bets that we’re better off dead/And her face turns red as my liver turns green/They don’t sell condoms in the condom machine. The Fake Joie/DBG Song I don’t wanna be on your mind no more, no I don’t wanna be your light/I don’t wanna be on your mind no more, no I don’t wanna be your light/I’m lookin’ for a message like a shot in the dark/ But you’re ridin’ on the fence and it’s breakin’ my heart/I don’t wanna be on your mind no more, no I don’t wanna be your light/I don’t wanna be on your mind no more, no I don’t wanna be your light The Reflecting Skin Well the hand painted sign said, “Just a handful for a quarter,”/So of course we left a dollar and drove off with half a barrelful/We laugh at ancient private jokes like old, embittered lovers/And like all good Detroiters we look out for one another, always and forever/And nowadays I feel like just a sad, pathetic man/I miss my friends like I would miss my hands/if they were lost in a fire, or left behind on tour/I’m tenacious like a glacier, but I know that I can’t do this anymore/Nothing feels good to me no more/The sum of all my parts is broke and bleeding on the floor/And there’s a bathroom on the right/And I have not seen nothing in my life that was good without a fight/I was thinking I’m a man and not a band, so if I breakup/My lips could by a drum machine, leather, chrome and Vaseline/Big guitars with F-holes and a flaming, upright bass/Start a disco-techno-funkabilly-punk-rock-emo-something-else band/And just like artists pushing out to turn the South Bronx into SoBro/My torso could gentrificate, and learn to play the dobro/Give my chicken legs some wooden spoons and pound a rhythm out/start the greatest armless, headless bluegrass band that Music City’s ever seen/Nothing feels good to me no more/The sum of all my parts is broke and bleedin’ on the floor/And there’s a bathroom on the right/And I have not seen nothin’ in my life that was good without a fight/I was destitute and drunk and sick and done with all the roamin’/I was sittin’ on the patio, just waiting for the Bowmans/They were teary-eyed and broke as hell, much worse off than me/Prolly had a laundry list of all the places they would rather be/Then, out of nowhere, some guy says, “this city’s turning grey./ It lacks an old camaraderie that we ain’t got today.”/He is getting on a plane and he is going across the sea/He looks exactly just a lot like everyone that I have ever seen/Nothing feels good to me no more/The sum of all my parts is broke and bleeding on the floor/And there’s a bathroom on the right/And I have not seen nothing in my life that was good without a fight/A younger version of myself, his older brother said,/”Why don’t you go and find your friends?” I said,”All my friends are dead.”/Now I am throwing clods of dirt and I am screaming at the sky/saying, “Why, if they never got the chance to live, did they have to die?”/He says, “It always seems like end of times since I got back from war.”/But it wasn’t like we had nothing else but end of times before/His skin is peeling tight and it’s reflecting like a mirror/I have lit myself on fire I would gladly burn to get away from here/Nothing feels good to me no more/The sum of all my parts is broke and bleeding on the floor/There’s a bathroom on the right/And I have not seen nothing in my life that was good without a fight Studio Photos First Name/Last Name Lyrics |
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