Vlounge Lyrics

Table at Christie

Fri, 4 Aug 2006 23:12:17 -0400

I wish I could hold every drunken moment I cried in front of you.
And admitted that I’m scared.
You told me that here, the street blocks run longer than the avenues.
I’m revealed,
And I’m bared.

The elevator opened to her long hall off Christie we drank until nine,
I faded, holding my glass of tears.
You must have put me to bed and covered my feet with the blanket.
Auras stay,
The word disappears.

I think I’ve seen you,
Across every table I’ve sat at.
This isn’t a love song,
But I wanted you to know.

The wine blackened what I was forgetting to say I wanted so badly to stay,
At the table at Christie where we were one.
You lifted me from the chair, putting my arm over your back.
How are you this strong for everyone.

I think I’ve seen you,
Across every table I’ve sat at.
This isn’t a love song,
But I wanted you to know.

On slow walks.
My mind races.
Night time talks.
It’s faces, faces.

On slow walks.
My mind races.
Night time talks.
It’s faces, faces.

I think I’ve seen you,
Across every table I’ve sat at.
This isn’t a love song,
But I wanted you to know.

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Subway Ride

Fri, 4 Aug 2006 22:56:41 -0400

Subway ride.
Face pressed against the window side.
Hanging my head,
And crying.

De ja vu.
Doesn’t anybody know the truth.
These walls speak justice.
The guiltless people booze.

Turned for a moment,
Looked down to the street.
There’s nobody decent,
To meet.

Take me around.
I’m leaving this town.
Take me around.
I’m leaving this town.

Psycho ward.
Dollar sale at the adult bookstore.
I can hardly breath.
No more.

City lights.
Ride, ride ‘til the end of the line.
Own up or run, run.
On the midnight redeye.

Turned for a moment.
Looked down to the street.
There’s nobody decent.
To meet.

Take me around.
I’m leaving this town.
Take me around.
I’m leaving this town.

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God’s Awful Truth

Fri, 4 Aug 2006 21:21:57 -0400

You come and you go,
Without a word,
To anyone but yourself.

You’re a boy,
Out of touch,
And out of luck,
On the days,

Of empty wooden boxes,
Never changing clocks.
You’re a concubine.
You’re a concubine.

Building your fortune.
You’re a boy,
Living for himself.

On a plane,
In the sky,
Of real life.

You massacre the purists.
You’re a lost fu**in tourist.
In your own life.
In your own life.

Afraid of morning time madness,
And overwhelming sadness.

Fake the words you say to strangers.
And true the words you say to lovers.
Have you ever learned nothing,
From your sisters and brothers.

The God awful truth,
Is God’s only truth.
The God awful truth,
Is God’s only truth.

Lakes of summer trees,
Reflecting,
In the month of June.

Hush my baby,
It’ll all come back,
To you soon.

You’re a boy, you’re a boy,
You’re just a little boy.
Of Lucifer’s dream.
And Lucy your bl**j** queen.

It’s a wonderful day for a party.

Fake the words you say to strangers.
And true the words you say to lovers.
Have you ever learned nothing,
From your sisters and brothers.

The God awful truth,
Is God’s only truth.
The God awful truth,
Is God’s only truth.

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Precious Leaves (Black Girl)

Wed, 2 Aug 2006 21:53:30 -0400

Black girl.
Indian dress.
Tell me who you got left to impress.
He’s gone and left you in this mess.
Of life alone with the rest of us.

Young girl.
You don’t have to lie.
I can see it in your eye.
You been giving it your best darn try.
But a liar’s world never dies.

Stay put.
Be safe.
Wonder among the trees.
Go out.
Learn the truth.
Blow back, precious leaves.

Small child.
Where ever you are.
Put away your hatred scars.
Count the days for strength to rise.
Leave all the girls bye-byes.

Stay put.
Be safe.
Wonder among the trees.
Go out.
Learn the truth.
Blow back, precious…

Leave go now you’re dead to me anyway.
I’ve used you for what you’re worth.
Leave go now and take your words.
I stand for good…
And you stand for dirt.

I’m telling you..

Black girl.
Indian dress.
Tell me who you got left to impress.
He’s gone and left you in this mess.
Of life alone with the rest of us.

Young girl.
You don’t have to lie.
I can see it in your eye.
You been giving it your best darn try.
But a liar’s world never dies.

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Be

Wed, 2 Aug 2006 21:24:15 -0400

Are you so far gone,
To recognize.
Your face,
Among the crowd.

Turned into something.
You despise.
Whores and thieves resemble the lies.
You’ve made to all the people you’ve loved.

Fallen down.
From pride’s pedestal.
Lost the need,
For naivety.

A single smile from a child could save you.
Living inside these walls you’ve made.
You should thank God,
Everyday.

And,
Be.

Just,
Be.

Screaming inside.
A picture booth.
Whatever happened to my youth.

A shining star on a smoggy night.
Acres of golden wheat in sight.
Treasure under the deep blue sea.

And,
Be.

Just,
Be.

Be.

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Waste Away

Wed, 2 Aug 2006 21:10:01 -0400

It's quiet outside my head,
Drove home on autopilot,
Gimme a gun I'd rather be dead.

Life's unfair moments,
Leave me crippled in shame,
Don't know tomorrow if I will feel the same.

Back to work in the morning,
Noises in my head.
Distract me from fair warnings.

That things,
They gonna change for me someday.
Twenty seven ships,
Sailing outside the bay.

I spent my whole life,
Waiting for it to come along.
All these working class people,
No they can't be wrong.

Alright, okay.
I promise not to waste away.
Alright, okay.
I promise not to waste away.

Only fooling myself,
That guy who couldn't sell shit,
He's cleaning out my shelves..

And that girl, that I been waiting to love,
I gave her away,
Told her too many times she's not enough.

I spent my whole life waiting for it to come along.
All these working class people no they can't be wrong.

Alright, okay.
I promise not to waste away.

Alright, okay.
I promise not to waste away.

Alright.
Okay.

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Lonely Love’s End

Wed, 2 Aug 2006 20:52:08 -0400

Baby, I am your soldier.
And baby, you are war.
Baby, I am your dragon.
And baby, you are my lore.

Baby, you said we won’t give up,
Then why did you leave me waiting there.
Baby,

I met her in a garden of tulips,
She was fair without a friend.
We spoke of no roses,
On a lonely lonely loves end.
I took her to the house of two drips,
We drank we tried to pretend.
We spoke of bad choices,
On a lonely lonely love’s end.

When I called she answered,
Tell me something you never would.
I told her that I once was a dragon.
Once was a soldier of good.
I told her my baby,
She scarred me.
Don’t love me the way she did.
My lady don’t love me the way she did.

Baby, I am your soldier,
And babylove you are my war.

Baby, I was your dragon,
Now baby, you are my loar.
Babylove, I’m writing you this letter,
I hope a lonely love finds you well.
Baby, I’m doing better,
On love’s lonely farewell.

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Sex Drive

Wed, 2 Aug 2006 20:44:31 -0400

More and more each day I feel myself drifting away,
Into worlds of wasted efforts and forgotten dreams lonely fields.
I think of consequence as a passing phase to soon to taste.
Sit down here with me, look up into space.

Sex drive,
Low gear.
Sex drive,
Don’t come near.

More and more each day I feel the bombs will make us pay,
I feel the rain inside my mouth the wrong words come out.
Trapped, I’m trapped in stares of endless despair,
But I feel okay today, stay my soothsayer.

Sex drive,
Low gear.
Sex drive,
Don’t come near.

Sex drive,
So alive,
Sex drive,
…survive.

I am talked about more than I’m seen,
I’ve hated more than I’m mean.
I’m lost without cause for return,
Beyond her’s, or anyone’s concern.

Sex drive,
Low gear.
Sex drive,
Don’t come near.

Sex drive,
So alive,
Sex drive,
…survive.

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Northcountry Sky

Wed, 2 Aug 2006 20:38:26 -0400

Pink and peach sunsets.
Over western canyon pines.
Hollow birch fall frail.
Follow the dark horse trail.

Reprise, is a Montana plain,
Following earth’s downward wind.
Under only stars my lover,
Under only stars.

One day when we’re sad,
Bout passing through it to fast…the first time.
We’ll head to the northcountry sky.

One day when we’ve had,
Too much of the fading signs…in this life.
We’ll head to the northcountry sky.

Like a stormy weather breeze,
Through frail January trees,
I remember the last time,
My first lover leaves.

I shoulda gave her a longer kiss.
Shoulda made her my only miss.
Under only stars, my lover,
But I never shoulda told you this.

One day when we’re sad,
Bout passing through it too fast...the first time.
We’ll head to the northcountry sky.

One day when we’ve had,
Too much of the fading signs...in this life,
We’ll head to the northcountry sky.

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OCD Boy

Wed, 2 Aug 2006 20:30:58 -0400

OCD Boy.
Only light from the pages from puddles outside.
In the corner he hides.

Karouac and Captain Jack.
Musty books that nobody reads anymore,
Like puddles that come and go.

Girl with olive eyes,
And voice that tells him she must be from maine.
She missed the rain.

And he wonders.
Does this lonely girl believe like he do,
Does she jump in puddle too.

People talking their sh** all the time,
I want to see the world from outside of mine,
Sha la la la la.

OCD Boy,
Round and round on his table for two,
He called her.
He called her.
And he called her…

He’ll have to stay silent for a little longer,
What didn’t kill didn’t make him stronger,
So much love,
No where to belong.

People talking their sh** all the time.
I wanted to see the world from outside of mine.
Sha la la la la.
People talking their sh** all the time.
I wanted to see the world from outside of mine.
Sha la la la la.

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