Here are excerpts of some of my favorite songs so far... Thanks, B.
| "Both hands" I am writing graffiti on your body I am drawing the story of how hard we tried I am watching your chest rise and fall like the tides of my life, and the rest of it all and your bones have been my bedframe and your flesh has been my pillow I am waiting for sleep to offer up the deep with both hands In each other's shadows we grew less and less tall And eventually our theories couldn't explain it all And I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall And when we leave the landlord will come And paint over it all And I am walking Out in the rain And I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again And I am getting nowhere with you And I can't let it go And I can't get though So now use both hands Please use both hands Oh, no don't close your eyes I am writing graffiti on your body I am drawing the story of how hard we tried Hard we tried How hard we tried "Egos like hairdos" everybody loves the underdog but no one wants to be him the press will fatten you up and then they'll dig their teeth in it's cool to discover someone it's hard to support them everyone is playing life like it's some stupid sport we got egos like hairdos they're different every day depending on how we slept the night before depending on the demons that are at our door there're no demons here and i don't really care whose name is printed in bigger type you know i live in a world full of hope not a world full of hype i ain't no saint i help myself to what i need but i help other people too y'know i sleep soundly "Angry anymore" growing up, it was just me and my mom against the world. and all my sympathies were with her when i was a little girl and i've seen both my parents play out the hands that they were dealt as each year goes by, i know more about how my father must have felt. she taught me how to wage cold war with quiet charm but i just want to walk through my life unarmed. to accept, and just get by like my father learned to do, but without all the acceptance of getting by that got my father through night falls like people into love we generate our own light to compensate for the lack of light from above. every time we fight a cold wind blows our way, we can learn like the trees, how to bend, how to sway and say i, i think i understand what all this fighting is for, and i just want you to understand i'm not angry anymore. no, i'm not angry anymore. "Little plastic castle" they say goldfish have no memory i guess their lives are much like mine the little plastic castle is a surprise every time it's hard to say if they are happy but they don't seem much to mind people talk about my image like i come in two dimensions like lipstick is a sign of my declining mind like what i happen to be wearing the day that someone takes my picture is my new statement for all of womankind quick someone call the girl police and file a report "fire door" and i wasn't joking when i said good bye there were magazine quality men talking on the corner french, no less much less of them then us so why do i feel like something's been rearranged? you know, taken out of context i must seem so strange when you and i are lying in bed you don't seem so tall i'm singing now because my tear ducts are too tired and my mind is disconnected but my heart is wired "Gravel" And oh, oh, Let me count the ways That I abhor you, And you were never a good lay And you were never a good friend But, oh, oh, what else can i say... I adore you | "Falling is like this" You give me that look that’s like laughing With liquid in your mouth Like you’re choosing between choking And spitting it all out Like you’re trying to fight gravity On a planet that insists That love is like falling And falling is like this Feels like reckless driving when we’re talking It’s fun while it lasts, and it’s faster than walking But no one’s going to sympathize when we crash They’ll say "you hit what you head for, you get what you ask" And we’ll say we didn’t know, we didn’t even try One minute there was road beneath us, the next just sky I’m sorry I can’t help you, I cannot keep you safe I’m sorry I can’t help myself, so don’t look at me that way We can’t fight gravity on a planet that insists That love is like falling And falling is like this. "32 flavors" And god help you if you are an ugly girl Course too pretty is also your doom 'Cause everyone harbors a secret hatred For the prettiest girl in the room And god help you if you are a phoenix And you dare to rise up from the ash A thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy While you are just flying past I'm not trying to give my life meaning By demeaning you And I would like to state for the record I did everything that I could do I'm not saying that I'm a saint I just don't want to live that way No, I will never be a saint But I will always say Squint your eyes and look closer I'm not between you and your ambition I am a poster girl with no poster I am thirty-two flavors and then some And I'm beyond your peripheral vision So you might want to turn your head 'Cause someday you might find you're starving And eating all of the words you said "Superhero" if i was dressed in my best defenses would you agree to meet me for coffee if i did my tricks with smoke and mirrors would you still know which one was me if i was naked and screaming on your front lawn would you turn on the light and come down screaming, there's the asshole who did this to me stripped me of my power stripped me down i used to be a superhero no one could hurt me not even myself you are like a phone booth that i somehow stubmled into and now look at me i am just like everybody else yeah you've been gone exactly two weeks two weeks and three days and now i'm a different person different in so many ways tell me what did you like about me and don't say my strength and daring 'cuz now i think i'm at your mercy and it's my first time for this kind of thing i used to be a superhero i would swoop down and save me from myself but you are like a phone booth that i somehow stumbled into and now look at me i am just like everybody else "As is" you can't hide behind social graces so don't try to be all touchy feely cuz you lie in my face of all places but i've got no problem with that really what bugs me is that you believe what you're saying what bothers me is that you don't know how you feel what scares me is that while you're telling me stories you actually believe that they are real and i've got no illusions about you and guess what? i never did and when i said when i said i'll take it i meant, i meant as is just give up and admit you're an asshole you would be in some good company i think you'd find that your friends would forgive you or maybe i am just speaking for me cuz when i look around i think this, this is good enough and i try to laugh at whatever life brings cuz when i look down i just miss all the good stuff when i look up i just trip over things and i've got no illusions about you... |
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