Perfect
I say you're beautiful, I say you're beautiful.
And you just shake your head. You shake your head.
I say you're wonderful, say you're wonderful.
And you get out of bed, you leave this bed.
There's nothing else I need
So why don't you believe me?
You're perfect.
You're perfect.
You're perfect.
You think you're so strong, you think you're so strong.
But I see right through. See right through you.
You got it figured out. You got it figured out.
But I've been there too. Yeah, I've been there too.
There's no one else I see.
You just have to believe.
You're perfect.
You're perfect.
You're perfect.
I say you're beautiful, I say you're beautiful.
And you just hang your head. Pick up your head
I say you're wonderful, say you're wonderful.
And you get out of bed. Please stay in bed.
There's no one else I need.
Someday you will see.
You're perfect.
You're perfect.
You're perfect.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Forgetting To Miss You
Forgetting To Miss You
The rain falls down for the sad ones
But it don't fall down for me
I'm walking through this graveyard
Where I hope they'll bury me
I've cried so much I'm ashamed to say
But now my face is dry
Though I will not say you're out of me
No, I can not tell a lie
Where will you go and what will you do?
I was killing myself cause I was living for you
Where will you go and what will you do?
Yes, I'm forgetting to miss you
I wrote your name with my guitar
and now I cross it out
I won't sing you another song
That you don't care about
The sun comes up on the rest of you
While I just buy my time
I'm still saying goodbye to the one I loved
I just hope she's satisfied
Where will you go and what will you do?
I was killing myself cause I was living for you
Where will you go and what will you do?
Yes, I'm forgetting to miss you
I will forget
I will forget
I will forget
To miss you
The rain falls down for the sad ones
But it don't fall down for me
I'm walking through this graveyard
Where I hope they'll bury me
I've cried so much I'm ashamed to say
But now my face is dry
Though I will not say you're out of me
No, I can not tell a lie
Where will you go and what will you do?
I was killing myself cause I was living for you
Where will you go and what will you do?
Yes, I'm forgetting to miss you
I wrote your name with my guitar
and now I cross it out
I won't sing you another song
That you don't care about
The sun comes up on the rest of you
While I just buy my time
I'm still saying goodbye to the one I loved
I just hope she's satisfied
Where will you go and what will you do?
I was killing myself cause I was living for you
Where will you go and what will you do?
Yes, I'm forgetting to miss you
I will forget
I will forget
I will forget
To miss you
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Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Bad News
Bad News
i'm sorry
i've got bad news
but let's hold off
there's other things to say
explain
new stories to tell
i'll never lie
i'll never stray
let me explain
your eyes aren't making this easier
and your lips are distracting
need to get this of my chest
need my mind to rest
let me just explain
let me get this right
it's been bottled up inside
i'm overflowing
your body is temptation
your kisses tranquilize
i should get this out
these demons
i'm going to explain
i'm sorry
i've got bad news
i love you...
i'm sorry
i've got bad news
but let's hold off
there's other things to say
explain
new stories to tell
i'll never lie
i'll never stray
let me explain
your eyes aren't making this easier
and your lips are distracting
need to get this of my chest
need my mind to rest
let me just explain
let me get this right
it's been bottled up inside
i'm overflowing
your body is temptation
your kisses tranquilize
i should get this out
these demons
i'm going to explain
i'm sorry
i've got bad news
i love you...
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Joshua Bryan,
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Tuesday, March 8, 2011
The Fleshy Bits
The Fleshy Bits
leave out the fleshy bits
what is love anyway?
why are we singing?
leave out the moon and stars
leave out the sun and mars
what is lust accomplishing?
why are we pretending not?
i'm an irrationally rational man
or is it rationally irrational?
leave out the paper cups
leave out the napkins
what is companionship?
why am i bleeding?
i am only fools gold
under golden rule
leave out the jealousy
leave out the caring at all
what are your eyes?
why choose to look?
we are two animals extinct
we are the food chain
leave out your empty frames
leave me with your photographs
what can i even say?
why speak at all?
leave out the fleshy bits
leave out the fleshy bits
what is love anyway?
why are we singing?
leave out the moon and stars
leave out the sun and mars
what is lust accomplishing?
why are we pretending not?
i'm an irrationally rational man
or is it rationally irrational?
leave out the paper cups
leave out the napkins
what is companionship?
why am i bleeding?
i am only fools gold
under golden rule
leave out the jealousy
leave out the caring at all
what are your eyes?
why choose to look?
we are two animals extinct
we are the food chain
leave out your empty frames
leave me with your photographs
what can i even say?
why speak at all?
leave out the fleshy bits
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Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Scream And Hell
Scream And Hell
just give me your throat
i will twist
let's raise our voices
scream and hell
yell and fall
all is all
we'll pretend we're everything
but we can't even make up our minds
find what we need to find
it sounds so easy
looks so good on paper
just kiss me again
and I'll forget
scream and hell
yell and fall
all is all
and this is nothing
we are nowhere
and it's been said before
just give me your throat
and i will twist
just kiss me again
scream and hell
yell and fall
all is all
just give me your throat
i will twist
let's raise our voices
scream and hell
yell and fall
all is all
we'll pretend we're everything
but we can't even make up our minds
find what we need to find
it sounds so easy
looks so good on paper
just kiss me again
and I'll forget
scream and hell
yell and fall
all is all
and this is nothing
we are nowhere
and it's been said before
just give me your throat
and i will twist
just kiss me again
scream and hell
yell and fall
all is all
Labels:
From A Pine Box,
Joshua Bryan,
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Scream And Hell
Black, White, And Red All Over
Black, White, And Red All Over
What's black and white and red all over?
My need for a lover boiling over
Summer's going and the nights are getting colder
Don't need a fire but could use a smolder
To say I'm lonely is half the story
Wanna set my heart free to go exploring
You're only lonely when you know love's glory
Right now it's a drizzle but it could be pouring
Is it too soon to say that you're the one I'm looking for
I may be desperate but my heart is still sore
At this point I'd rather be dragged by your horse
Than to be shot down dead on the floor
It seems my well is drying up quick
Once climbed the tree of love and fell with just a stick
Once had a love so true and so thick
Just thinking of it now makes me sick
Can we fall in love? Ok, I'll hold your hand first
Don't wanna be lonely till I'm drivin' by the hearse
Forgive me in advance, I've made many disperse
Love should be a gift but I'll give you my curse.
Is it too soon to say that you're the one I'm looking for
I may be desperate but my heart is still sore
At this point I'd rather be dragged by your horse
Than to be shot down dead on the floor
What's black and white and red all over?
My need for a lover boiling over
Summer's going and the nights are getting colder
Don't need a fire but could use a smolder
To say I'm lonely is half the story
Wanna set my heart free to go exploring
You're only lonely when you know love's glory
Right now it's a drizzle but it could be pouring
Is it too soon to say that you're the one I'm looking for
I may be desperate but my heart is still sore
At this point I'd rather be dragged by your horse
Than to be shot down dead on the floor
It seems my well is drying up quick
Once climbed the tree of love and fell with just a stick
Once had a love so true and so thick
Just thinking of it now makes me sick
Can we fall in love? Ok, I'll hold your hand first
Don't wanna be lonely till I'm drivin' by the hearse
Forgive me in advance, I've made many disperse
Love should be a gift but I'll give you my curse.
Is it too soon to say that you're the one I'm looking for
I may be desperate but my heart is still sore
At this point I'd rather be dragged by your horse
Than to be shot down dead on the floor
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Joshua Bryan,
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Song
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Jazzman
Jazzman
Thelonious and Coltrane
Haven't you heard the news?
Someday I'll be a jazzman
When I'm done with these blues
Thelonious and Coltrane
Please don't think me so wrong
I'll still be humming your tune
While I sing my own song
Thelonious and Coltrane
What makes the world go round?
I know what they think is true
But I think it is that sound
Thelonious and Coltrane
I can see a better day
When love will not disappear
And I can go on happily
Thelonious and Coltrane
Haven't you heard the news
Someday I'll be a jazzman
When I'm done with these blues
Thelonious and Coltrane
Haven't you heard the news?
Someday I'll be a jazzman
When I'm done with these blues
Thelonious and Coltrane
Please don't think me so wrong
I'll still be humming your tune
While I sing my own song
Thelonious and Coltrane
What makes the world go round?
I know what they think is true
But I think it is that sound
Thelonious and Coltrane
I can see a better day
When love will not disappear
And I can go on happily
Thelonious and Coltrane
Haven't you heard the news
Someday I'll be a jazzman
When I'm done with these blues
Labels:
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Jazzman,
Joshua Bryan,
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Song
Oh, '68 Ronstadt
Oh, '68 Ronstadt
Oh, '68 Ronstadt, that's where my hearts at.
Don't you know that it's true.
Oh, '68 Ronstadt, that's where my hearts at
And it's gunna stay there with you
I put your record on, and you know it turns me on
Sing me another Hank Williams tune
I hang your picture up, now I see it when I wake up
And again under the moon.
My last girl she, was just like a dream see
But she could not sing
With big brown eyes and long brown hair I
Guess it was too good to be
Oh, '68 Ronstadt, that's where my hearts at.
Don't you know that it's true.
Oh, '68 Ronstadt, that's where my hearts at
And it's gunna stay there with you
If ever I should, love again I would
Make her sing your song
She'd take those shoes off, let those bangs down real soft
And love me all night long
Can't you just picture it, you me and the pigs we sit
On such a beautiful day
You sing melody and I'll sing harmony
Let's not have it any other way
Oh, '68 Ronstadt, that's where my hearts at.
Don't you know that it's true.
Oh, '68 Ronstadt, that's where my hearts at
And it's gunna stay there with you
Oh, '68 Ronstadt, that's where my hearts at.
Don't you know that it's true.
Oh, '68 Ronstadt, that's where my hearts at
And it's gunna stay there with you
I put your record on, and you know it turns me on
Sing me another Hank Williams tune
I hang your picture up, now I see it when I wake up
And again under the moon.
My last girl she, was just like a dream see
But she could not sing
With big brown eyes and long brown hair I
Guess it was too good to be
Oh, '68 Ronstadt, that's where my hearts at.
Don't you know that it's true.
Oh, '68 Ronstadt, that's where my hearts at
And it's gunna stay there with you
If ever I should, love again I would
Make her sing your song
She'd take those shoes off, let those bangs down real soft
And love me all night long
Can't you just picture it, you me and the pigs we sit
On such a beautiful day
You sing melody and I'll sing harmony
Let's not have it any other way
Oh, '68 Ronstadt, that's where my hearts at.
Don't you know that it's true.
Oh, '68 Ronstadt, that's where my hearts at
And it's gunna stay there with you
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Above A Lions Mane
Above A Lions Mane
You mess up my view
Now I'm seeing two by two
I mess up my words
When I sing my song for you
I'm drowning on dry land
And reaching out my hand
You swim in the deepest sea
And when you want you just stand
Arms hang hign over head
Some alive but most are dead
When that is so easy to see
Makes it hard to break this bread
Take my hands and take my name
Take my desperate fear of shame
Take this crown that down belong
Hang it above a lions mane
Above a lions mane, that's where I'll scream your name.
Above a lions mane, that's where I'll lay my blame.
Above a lions mane, that's where I'll hang myself.
Above a lions mane, well, least that's what I'll tell myself
You mess up my view
Now I'm seeing two by two
I mess up my words
When I sing my song for you
I'm drowning on dry land
And reaching out my hand
You swim in the deepest sea
And when you want you just stand
Arms hang hign over head
Some alive but most are dead
When that is so easy to see
Makes it hard to break this bread
Take my hands and take my name
Take my desperate fear of shame
Take this crown that down belong
Hang it above a lions mane
Above a lions mane, that's where I'll scream your name.
Above a lions mane, that's where I'll lay my blame.
Above a lions mane, that's where I'll hang myself.
Above a lions mane, well, least that's what I'll tell myself
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Song
Snake In The Grass
Snake In The Grass
Time is tickin' away. Let's go away.
Time is tickin' away. Let's go today.
But you're a snake in the grass
A snake in the grass
You're a snake in the grass girl
A snake in the grass
I could wait all day. And you could pack your things.
I could wait all day. We could leave till spring.
But you're a snake in the grass
A snake in the grass
You're a snake in the grass girl
A snake in the grass
What did you say? And why are you so cold?
What did you say? You don't want to grow old.
But you're a snake in the grass
A snake in the grass
You're a snake in the grass girl
A snake in the grass
Time is tickin' away. And you're already gone.
Time is tickin' away. Left me on my own.
Cause you're a snake in the grass
A snake in the grass
You're a snake in the grass girl
A snake in the grass
Time is tickin' away
Time is tickin' away
Time is tickin' away
Time is tickin' away
Time is tickin' away. Let's go away.
Time is tickin' away. Let's go today.
But you're a snake in the grass
A snake in the grass
You're a snake in the grass girl
A snake in the grass
I could wait all day. And you could pack your things.
I could wait all day. We could leave till spring.
But you're a snake in the grass
A snake in the grass
You're a snake in the grass girl
A snake in the grass
What did you say? And why are you so cold?
What did you say? You don't want to grow old.
But you're a snake in the grass
A snake in the grass
You're a snake in the grass girl
A snake in the grass
Time is tickin' away. And you're already gone.
Time is tickin' away. Left me on my own.
Cause you're a snake in the grass
A snake in the grass
You're a snake in the grass girl
A snake in the grass
Time is tickin' away
Time is tickin' away
Time is tickin' away
Time is tickin' away
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Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Falling Off The Moon Again
Falling Off The Moon Again
We're falling off the moon again.
Falling off the moon again.
We're all coffee shop important.
No one really sees us.
But we all wear a black robe.
We get blessed for our sneezes.
Just christen me wasted.
Haven't done much yet.
If you want to add to this torture
Just place all your bets.
We're falling off the moon again.
Falling off the moon again.
All the bones of our brothers
They're buried in the rocks.
We'll point to a flag pole
And act like we give a fuck.
No one ever sleeps anymore.
I think we all know better.
There is only sleep in the end.
And the dreams won't matter
We're falling off the moon again
Falling off the moon again.
We're falling off the moon again.
Falling off the moon again.
We're all coffee shop important.
No one really sees us.
But we all wear a black robe.
We get blessed for our sneezes.
Just christen me wasted.
Haven't done much yet.
If you want to add to this torture
Just place all your bets.
We're falling off the moon again.
Falling off the moon again.
All the bones of our brothers
They're buried in the rocks.
We'll point to a flag pole
And act like we give a fuck.
No one ever sleeps anymore.
I think we all know better.
There is only sleep in the end.
And the dreams won't matter
We're falling off the moon again
Falling off the moon again.
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Joshua Bryan,
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Song
Sunday, February 13, 2011
No Name #3
No Name #3
I work my heart to the bone.
Your face, it brings it close to home.
I've sent my letters in a bottle.
And turned off my telephone.
Don't think me alive for a minute.
We're all dead men by the end of it.
And I can see how six feet under.
Could work to my benefit.
I'm barely concious on the table.
At night I feel more Cain than Abel.
Not that I'd kill my only brother.
But my hands might not be too stable.
We all sweat in the heat of the day.
Don't mean I got anything to say.
If you want something in common.
Just pretend you're ok.
I work my heart to the bone.
Your face, it brings it close to home.
I've sent my letters in a bottle.
And turned off my telephone.
Don't think me alive for a minute.
We're all dead men by the end of it.
And I can see how six feet under.
Could work to my benefit.
I'm barely concious on the table.
At night I feel more Cain than Abel.
Not that I'd kill my only brother.
But my hands might not be too stable.
We all sweat in the heat of the day.
Don't mean I got anything to say.
If you want something in common.
Just pretend you're ok.
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Soda Pop Tab
Soda Pop Tab
a soda pop tab
that is what you are reduced to
the greatest love of my life
a soda pop tab
still hanging on
thinking one day you'll come back
and I will show you what I've saved
and your love will rush back like it never left
it's just a bad bet
on a soda pop tab
hidden in a cavern of my wallet
reminding me of a far better time
reminding me of my failure
a soda pop tab
that is what your memory is redused to
I can't look at your photo
I can barely say your name
still hanging on
this fucking soda pop tab
I got a Coke
you got a Dr. Pepper
we walked four blocks in the sun
growing love
this goddamnsonofabitchshitfucking
soda pop tab...
a soda pop tab
that is what you are reduced to
the greatest love of my life
a soda pop tab
still hanging on
thinking one day you'll come back
and I will show you what I've saved
and your love will rush back like it never left
it's just a bad bet
on a soda pop tab
hidden in a cavern of my wallet
reminding me of a far better time
reminding me of my failure
a soda pop tab
that is what your memory is redused to
I can't look at your photo
I can barely say your name
still hanging on
this fucking soda pop tab
I got a Coke
you got a Dr. Pepper
we walked four blocks in the sun
growing love
this goddamnsonofabitchshitfucking
soda pop tab...
Labels:
Joshua Bryan,
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Soda Pop Tab
Only One Left In The Cafe
Only One Left In The Cafe
the only one left in the cafe
just me
the waitress
the cook
and me
there's a peace to that
and there's a longing
create your own omelette
I call mine the 'Opportunist'
you are what you eat
and I'm trying to make a change
the fridge kicks on
my check is on the table
plates are neatly stacked
napkins thoroughly used
it's an 82 cent tax on opportunity
the waitress
the cook
and me
the only one left in the cafe
small talk with the waitress
but she's fucking the cook
so it's just me
the only one left in the cafe
$10.27
two dollars and seventy-three cent tip
the only one left in the cafe
just me
the waitress
the cook
and me
there's a peace to that
and there's a longing
create your own omelette
I call mine the 'Opportunist'
you are what you eat
and I'm trying to make a change
the fridge kicks on
my check is on the table
plates are neatly stacked
napkins thoroughly used
it's an 82 cent tax on opportunity
the waitress
the cook
and me
the only one left in the cafe
small talk with the waitress
but she's fucking the cook
so it's just me
the only one left in the cafe
$10.27
two dollars and seventy-three cent tip
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Oh, Sarcastic Eyes
Oh, Sarcastic Eyes
oh, sarcastic eyes
can't you tell me something true?
you have the smile of an angel
who's looking for a better view
I long for honesty
I long for touch
I can wait for honesty...
Why must it all be a game?
I'm tired of playing
Just take what you want
unless that isn't me
come back!
ok, let's play
I'll be honest as ever
you be you as ever
I will see right through you
and you'll pretend that I do
let's play
I'll accidently kick your foot
you'll accidently touch my hand
I'll accidently put my tongue in your mouth
you'll accidently put your hand in my pants
what a little game we play
I long for honesty...
oh, sarcastic eyes
can't you tell me something true?
you have the smile of an angel
who's looking for a better view
I long for honesty
I long for touch
I can wait for honesty...
Why must it all be a game?
I'm tired of playing
Just take what you want
unless that isn't me
come back!
ok, let's play
I'll be honest as ever
you be you as ever
I will see right through you
and you'll pretend that I do
let's play
I'll accidently kick your foot
you'll accidently touch my hand
I'll accidently put my tongue in your mouth
you'll accidently put your hand in my pants
what a little game we play
I long for honesty...
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Oh Sarcastic Eyes,
Poem,
Poetry
You Make Your Bed
You Make Your Bed
your energy
your God
some foreign power
just passed on responsibilty
you make energy
you make God
you make this place oppressive
you make this place tumble
and you can make it breath
jump
live!
I've seen its transformation
back and forth
stop passing it off
stop passing us by
your energy
your God
some life force, all knowing
bullshit
collective lack of conciousness
you make energy
you make God
you make this place
you make your bed
your energy
your God
some foreign power
just passed on responsibilty
you make energy
you make God
you make this place oppressive
you make this place tumble
and you can make it breath
jump
live!
I've seen its transformation
back and forth
stop passing it off
stop passing us by
your energy
your God
some life force, all knowing
bullshit
collective lack of conciousness
you make energy
you make God
you make this place
you make your bed
Labels:
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These Sycamore Leaves
These Sycamore Leaves
I'm just as disposable
as all these sycamore leaves
And replaceable to
I could make just as good'a ground cover
probably with less noise
I would fall just the same
maybe a bit harder
with a little more pain
I would turn gray
not this burnt, faded orange
your footsteps would smash me
between the gravel
between the dirt, the sticks
feeding life all around me
being dead myself
these sycamore leaves
dead as dead can be
dead as you or me
whilting, drying, decaying
with still thousands
millions
billions left to fall
die
yes,
I'm replaceable to
I'm replaceable to...
I'm just as disposable
as all these sycamore leaves
And replaceable to
I could make just as good'a ground cover
probably with less noise
I would fall just the same
maybe a bit harder
with a little more pain
I would turn gray
not this burnt, faded orange
your footsteps would smash me
between the gravel
between the dirt, the sticks
feeding life all around me
being dead myself
these sycamore leaves
dead as dead can be
dead as you or me
whilting, drying, decaying
with still thousands
millions
billions left to fall
die
yes,
I'm replaceable to
I'm replaceable to...
Labels:
Joshua Bryan,
Poem,
Poetry,
These Sycamore Leaves
Ice Cold
Ice Cold
ice cold
it's ice cold in here
eyes all around
and I'm moving with fear
how am I going to go?
where to now?
maybe I'll never know
cause I don't know how
cold, cold, cold
ice
ice cold
green wood
who would have thought?
blue skies
for days I've fought
red cloth
we're all waiting for a flood
yellow paper
soaked yellow with blood
ice cold
it's ice cold in here
ice
cold, cold, cold
ice cold
it's ice cold in here
eyes all around
and I'm moving with fear
how am I going to go?
where to now?
maybe I'll never know
cause I don't know how
cold, cold, cold
ice
ice cold
green wood
who would have thought?
blue skies
for days I've fought
red cloth
we're all waiting for a flood
yellow paper
soaked yellow with blood
ice cold
it's ice cold in here
ice
cold, cold, cold
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Ice Cold,
Joshua Bryan,
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Poetry
Lust In The Movies
Lust In The Movies
Lust in the movies
Just trust and soothe me
Lust in the movies
What are we trading?
Foggy windows
Let's hope no one knows
Foggy windows
Your memory is fading
Skin like pearl
This is not my world
Skin like pearl
Is love what we're making?
Lust in the movies
Please trust and soothe me
Lust in the movies
For you I'm aching
Cafe waitress
We'll never make this
Cafe waitress
I'm always falling
Lust in the movies
Distrust and loose me
Lust in the movies
I'll go back to waiting
Lust in the movies
Just trust and soothe me
Lust in the movies
What are we trading?
Foggy windows
Let's hope no one knows
Foggy windows
Your memory is fading
Skin like pearl
This is not my world
Skin like pearl
Is love what we're making?
Lust in the movies
Please trust and soothe me
Lust in the movies
For you I'm aching
Cafe waitress
We'll never make this
Cafe waitress
I'm always falling
Lust in the movies
Distrust and loose me
Lust in the movies
I'll go back to waiting
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From A Pine Box,
Joshua Bryan,
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Lyrics,
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Escape
Escape
In the cities and the towns that I flee from
The blue lights stain and the electricity droans.
A colored box is the comfort down there for most.
And here I am like some sad radio ghost.
Where is my escape?
Where is my escape?
Where is my escape?
So I'm going Kerouac on everybody's ass
Walking every where I go, making strangers with a glance.
Cause friends are too expensive and boy they expect a lot.
Disappointed to many and so many more I've forgot.
Where is my escape?
Where is my escape?
Where is my escape?
I believe that Judas had God on his side.
But I don't believe in God so why am I trying to hide?
The Devil is my only friend but I don't believe in him neither.
These imaginary demons are becoming nothing but my ether.
Where is my escape?
Where is my escape?
Where is my escape?
In the cities and the towns that I flee from
The blue lights stain and the electricity droans.
A colored box is the comfort down there for most.
And here I am like some sad radio ghost.
Where is my escape?
Where is my escape?
Where is my escape?
So I'm going Kerouac on everybody's ass
Walking every where I go, making strangers with a glance.
Cause friends are too expensive and boy they expect a lot.
Disappointed to many and so many more I've forgot.
Where is my escape?
Where is my escape?
Where is my escape?
I believe that Judas had God on his side.
But I don't believe in God so why am I trying to hide?
The Devil is my only friend but I don't believe in him neither.
These imaginary demons are becoming nothing but my ether.
Where is my escape?
Where is my escape?
Where is my escape?
Labels:
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From A Pine Box,
Joshua Bryan,
Lyrics,
Poem,
Poetry,
Song
The Storm
The Storm
This weather prohibits me from feeling happy now.
I just want to crawl into my bed and wait this storm out.
Cause I am nothing. Cause I am nothing.
I hate this season, hate the lightning and the thunder.
The leaves are falling and I'm getting buried under.
Cause I am nothing. Cause I am nothing.
Let the rain come down.
I will drown.
Let the wind blow.
Straight through my soul.
Cause you can't save me now.
No you can't save me now.
No you can't save me now.
I need the sunshine to remind me that Im still alive.
I need to burn my skin and feel my blood boil inside.
Cause I am nothing. Yes I am nothing.
Another rainy day and I may just disappear.
It only reminds me of all the things I have to fear.
Like I am nothing. Like I am nothing.
Let the rain come down.
I will drown.
Let the wind blow.
Straight through my soul.
Cause you can't save me now.
No you can't save me now.
No you can't save me now.
This weather prohibits me from feeling happy now.
I just want to crawl into my bed and wait this storm out.
Cause I am nothing. Cause I am nothing.
I hate this season, hate the lightning and the thunder.
The leaves are falling and I'm getting buried under.
Cause I am nothing. Cause I am nothing.
Let the rain come down.
I will drown.
Let the wind blow.
Straight through my soul.
Cause you can't save me now.
No you can't save me now.
No you can't save me now.
I need the sunshine to remind me that Im still alive.
I need to burn my skin and feel my blood boil inside.
Cause I am nothing. Yes I am nothing.
Another rainy day and I may just disappear.
It only reminds me of all the things I have to fear.
Like I am nothing. Like I am nothing.
Let the rain come down.
I will drown.
Let the wind blow.
Straight through my soul.
Cause you can't save me now.
No you can't save me now.
No you can't save me now.
Labels:
From A Pine Box,
Joshua Bryan,
Lyrics,
Poem,
Poem. Poetry,
Song,
The Storm
The Living Dead
The Living Dead
The sky is turning red
And I am the walking dead
But please don't cry for me
In some ways I'm finally free
My skin has turned an awful grey
My nights just blend with my days
It's no use putting me down
I've already been buried underground.
I am the living dead. The living dead.
I am the living dead. The living dead.
My mind is a thoughtless mess.
But my legs are doing their best.
My eyes have lost all their life
And my teeth, well, they cut like a knife.
And it's all because of you
that I see my friends as food.
I just want to cure this disease.
Why don't you let me rest in peace?
I am the living dead. The living dead.
I am the living dead. The living dead.
We are the living dead. The living dead.
The sky is turning red
And I am the walking dead
But please don't cry for me
In some ways I'm finally free
My skin has turned an awful grey
My nights just blend with my days
It's no use putting me down
I've already been buried underground.
I am the living dead. The living dead.
I am the living dead. The living dead.
My mind is a thoughtless mess.
But my legs are doing their best.
My eyes have lost all their life
And my teeth, well, they cut like a knife.
And it's all because of you
that I see my friends as food.
I just want to cure this disease.
Why don't you let me rest in peace?
I am the living dead. The living dead.
I am the living dead. The living dead.
We are the living dead. The living dead.
Labels:
From A Pine Box,
Joshua Bryan,
Lyrics,
Poem,
Poetry,
Song,
The Living Dead
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