Cuz down in the lava got his lips around a barrel
Easy way to figure and he doesn’t mind a mess
Talkin to his uncle and sweating on the trigger
Well his head will feel better when he gets it off his chest yea
Hard to see till easter when the sins are in your eyes
hard to taste the water with a mouth full of chalk
can’t get enough of this song, it reminds me a lot of a friend who took his life about a year ago
And if I had my chance
I would do it all over again
Find one thing you love and let it do you in
And I can’t get to sleep at night
The parking lot’s so loud and bright
The A/C Hasn’t worked in twenty years
Probably never made a single person cold
But I can’t say the same for me
I’ve done it many times
I always thought that I was clever,
But clearly not it seems however.
So I pray for better weather here today.
Time after time when what you’re hoping to find
Is not a simple design but a headache
And everything you built comes falling down.
But if you open your mind, to a slippery life
One thats built for the tide, one that’s ready
And everything you need falls to you
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Free
Don’t give up for no one
'Cause God’s love is free
The silver lining fall
What will be will be
And we may feel alone
Free
I’ve always wanted a thread like this. Some recent discussion in the Sturgil Simpson thread prompted me to make it.
Here’s a couple I love to get started…
7am, the garbage truck beeps as it backs up and I start my day thinking about what I’ve thrown away
Incubus - 11am
I broke a promise to myself
Ride the Throttle ‘til wheels came off
Burn out like a Molotov
In the night sky
I broke a promise to myself
Made a couple to a brown eyed girl
Who rode with me through the mean ol’ world
Never say die
Jason Isbell - Molotov
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God dammit. Should have searched . Whoops
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once in a while we get shown the posts in the most appropriate category if we use the search function
-The Grateful Thread
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Don’t we have enough of these lyrics threads? Lyrics SUCK
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Crossed off, laid up till noon in bed
Got cauliflower dreams as your brain’s ripped to shreds
You made it to the dance, but you’re wearing a towel
Let me play you one that’ll make you howl
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As I lay me down to fall asleep
With my demons dying and my pilot light weak
I curse the last six months I been hiding behind a moustache, yeah
And to those last ten years I been howling a paper moon: well fuck you
This goes out to all my under done
Other tongue lung long frontmen
(This is what the ghost of someone’s dad says)
And all us earth growths, some planted
And some pulled
(Shut up and put your money where your mouth is)
Shine a flashlight in a hat box and spin
An empty oyster shell and celebrate the hollows
This goes out to dirty dancing cursing back masking
Back slidden pastor’s kids
(From behind bars it’s not so hard to see he’s risen)
And all us earth growths, some planted
And some pulled
(But nobody finds god and then goes to prison)
In Berlin I saw two men fuck
In a dark corner of a basketball court
Just the slight jingle of pocket change pulsing
In the tourist part I lost fifty euros
To a guy with the walnut shells and the marble
It really pissed me off, so ooh I thought I’d go
Back to get my money but all my homies warned me
Oh no, those gypsies probably got knives
This goes out to all my under brewed
Double duped two times true fools
(Stuck faking a phone call or texting for company)
And all us earth grows, some planted
And some pulled
(Like a married in uncle at a family function)
I got them shaky gums and a couple of loose tooths
Now tell me, what should I do my god
The clock’s always stuck telling, 11:11, or 3:32
This goes out to all my under done
Other tongued lung long frontmen
(Even just Joanna Newsom’s left hand)
And all us earth growths, some planted
And some pulled
(I bet could beat the pants in bass off your best man)
This goes out to all my underdone
Other tongued lung long frontmen
(This is what the ghost of someone’s dad says)
And all us earth growths,
Doing the croak like it ain’t no joke
In a crowded room project a debonair aloof impermanance
Be shrouded loosely in an air of indeterminates
I am picturing you guys masturbating while you post lyrics here
Well I’m lost without I-Man
Without my gun in my hand
My ladybug don’t understand how I’ve tried
But I’ve got time on my side
And now my heart, all filled with pride
Many days to realize my final plan
All I need my arms to provide
Make my coccoon to bask inside
My ladybug is on the rise with another man
So I got my gun in my hand
And I feel its time to take my stand
All love aside, I’m denied a second time
Over it goes, I’m breakin through
I got my gun in my hand
I-Man’s out and on the loose
Now that it’s time to take my stand
Now I’m only doing what I can
When everyday I kiss her hand
My ladybug sent…
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If you grew up with white boys
Who only look at black and Puerto Rican porno
Cuz they want something that their dad don’t got
Then you know where you’re at
Motoring your ear holes shut
In a rush with wet coke
In a Starbucks bathroom with the door closed
On booze some left in residue and confused
Like the first time you used soft water
Down on my luck caught unaware
Like Houdini when the last fist struck
Sucking dick for drink tickets
At the free bar at my cousin’s Bat Mitzvah
Cutting the punchline that it ain’t no joke
Devoid of all hope circus mirrors and pot smoke
Picking fights on dyke night with shirleys and loccs
And snatching purses
Doing Elton at karaoke and forgettin all the verses
Blowing kisses to disinterested bitches
Playing lead lay in a bad way on broadway
Sending sexy SMSes to my ex’s new man
Cuz I can
On the road trying to break an old van
Eating pussy for new fans I am
What the hell
Using Purell til my hands bleed and swell
Missing Mel at a motel 6 I’m unwell