Sunday, November 8, 2009

Deep in the end of seas,
they say there's more than women,
the gravity of all them,
will make it way more than a womans
worth in gold

Deep in, the sea
the gravity you pull on me,
deep in the sea
deep in the sea
where every want turns into need
deep in the sea

Seesaws and silverwear,
before silver turned tarnished
fuseless colorless flares;
responding on instinct
responding on instinct
tarnished and torn,
before
we were ever warned
the land was diseased


Deep in, the sea
the gravity you pull on me,
deep in the sea
deep in the sea
where every want turns into need
deep in the sea

Monday, November 2, 2009

well i sorta got to thinking
and thinking got to wishing
i got wish myself to bringing
sad luck up to a charm
and no one here was willing to go,
brought myself to chicago

down down down
arlington hostel
the parisian apostle
pushing the pedals to me
cause i was sad and incomplete
the aussie kids are buying me rounds ou-ounds

can i kiss your hand
how about your cheek
my german is a little off,
and she doesn't understand,
she doesn't understand me
in love with every girl that i see

the bus didn't bring
and the drunks didn't wish me.
very well--
i've been thinking
i'm never gonna find myself.