{unfinished & dead ended} |
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this page is here to share songs that have managed to get some words and a name, but are in progress, dead ends, waiting for inspiration, whatever. some of them may never be finished. part of the reason why they're here is so that I don't forget them... |
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{domino}capture light in a bubble solidify, freezing troubles out i won't lie, it's gonna be a long line tonight inside of you, chapters forming slip into plain clothes performing by candlelight, you smile like you wanna be framed realign every allegiance express myself in terms of demons it's dignified, but only if you know me quite well and the rain leaves drops of light hanging on the window it's a fine kind of starshine surrogate for this cloudy sky as the droplets coalesce, chase each other down and merge to one you're flowing up against me you take all my senses and line them in a row and you topple them like dominoes ... |
{simplicity}ooh simplicity let's make things complicated on top of goodbye you layer see you later i'm preserving solitude under pain of disaster there's a belt of bright lights shiver starshine isn't warm it isn't warm enough for this year's reunion and don't say nothing wrong and don't stay out too long till he's gone till he's gone and you've made it on top of your only speaking part you're afraid you might say it but it remains to be said, and if it dies where you left it... streets with sheets of rain, living with the pain, can it be explained ... |
{why I sing}detuned alabaster no one knows where they got their name they're a sonic disaster the paint peels every time they play an exclusive engagement every saturday at four in jonathan's basement cause that's what saturdays are for and the moral of the story is that nothing can ever take the place of a hole in the silence that you put there with six strings a guitar or a bass and if you tell me that i sing too much, well my friend i'm taking in oxygen and i damn well better give something back again you got me a screen door and i slammed it in your face i got you a mortal coil and it was nice and springy ... |
{acetylene}low lights blur the lines, careless with the boy you've beenslapping down the words, writing live amphetamine sleeping off a dare, radiate like radio waves into the air it's not your fault that she's gone left you for seratonin and the amazing lives of other men you think she owns them like she owned you and you're going to drive until you break , break and you wonder if the needle goes all the way yeah if the speed demons can come out and play and you'll wonder if plastic might have saved if Detroit steel stone carved your name and you're still inside where they left you and the jaws of life were too slow to sever your new cage and you have to wonder if all you needed was some luck and some acetylene ... |
{antares (chorus)}i wish i was an old cold alien starshining on the back of your neck through a four by something window in your ten by something bedroom i wish i was a violin on fire i'd play while i burned, i'd burn while i played and you'd hear each note that much more beautifully cause you'd think it would be my last i wish i was an old cold alien star shining on the back of your hand if you'd just notice me there i know you'd be the one for antares ... |
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