Friday, September 24, 2010

campasino

gonna run drugs into the ground
gonna get grounded
gonna grind coffee for a living
gonna run.
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for a satellite picture press any key and dream
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i dream in the key of G, sometime F#.
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dear mr. karate kid,

i really enjoyed your movies and your will to overcome adversity. I'm sorry about your bicycle.

Like a knight in shining armor,

Tim.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

skip

ridin' to nashville
high on freedom
6months of thorazine
shock therapy and bad dreams
pajamas blowin in the wind
spence spent 7 days
alone on the microphone
blew our minds
and quit the game.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Dear People of Earth,

i don't care about your revolutions
about your wasted homes and wasted lives
i don't care about absolution
or disolution or how disillusioned you might be
i don't care about your grandfather
i don't care about glory and death and god
i don't care about the night falling down around your head
i don't feel anything for your actors your actresses
your singers and dancers and laughers and lovers
i can't count how many times i've given up on something i've believed in
because there's never been ANYTHING.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

slow-motion fast-pitch

watching the window fall
watching the glass break
hearing the baby's cry
counting up my mistakes
it's a minute to 4 am
and i can't be buried
my pride is to heavy now
my heart is to hard to carry

I used to see you driving home
from his house
carrying that guilt behind your
drivers seat
i used to notice, when you weren't around
but that time
is so far behind me

Thursday, September 2, 2010

goodbye goodnight

I was born on a slow plain
a snow drift lane driving down
i'm from another town
but i'll come around

the devil always knows
and trouble always knows
where to find me
it's always behind me

your last call was enough
your last hall lost the truck
and the racket from
another forty track day dream

fell at my feet and fell out
and you fell off, but not far enough
she's a diamond, but i ain't buying
i'll be flying out of sight

i'll be saying my goodbyes
i'll be saying my goodbyes
i'll be saying my goodbyes
goodnight.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

beer belly, bear belly, bare belly.

I'll take a buzzsaw to your boat,
violently. massacre the mast
and mastermind destruction.

two lips are sinking all the other ships
so i slipped the dock in the dark,
moored to your side and inside

saw what i asked for. now the light
is swinging wildly and outside the night
is sea-sawing in 4/4 time.