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Glassjaw _ [Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Silence]
Pretty Lush I draw them on reckless, etched in, scratched in like resurrection. Your sins are killing you and you can bet they'll get me too. I've got to give some to get some. Mining in the river, standing in the rain. Down on your knees as you heave at the drain. You can lead a whore to water and you can bet she'll drink and follow orders. And I said, "Is this what you wanted?" "Is this what you needed?" Give it some more time. Tonight I'm going to a party, but its already started without me. I aced philosophy and mastered the art of spiritual phrase. I've got to give some to get some. The disco ball spins away another year. I wish you a broken heart and a happy new year. Only three words come to mind ("True Till' Death") Siberian Kiss Give me back my pictures of me. Me, you, and him that makes three. It figures the wheezing will measure your rate of depress and I hope that you know. Like a bitch in heat I hope she know. So put another penny in and turn the crank until the frames cease to move and the movie turns into a photo, a photo the size of a kiss I hope she knows. Staring at a Parisian sex flick where the characters don't meet, the characters don't speak, and the characters are like mirrors facing mirrors: space always expanding. So put another penny in and turn the crank until the frames cease to move and the movie turns into a photo, a photo the size of a kiss I hope she knows. A hiccup in paradise I keep you jealously to myself, in a photo the size of a kiss, a kiss in the shape of a bullet. On phone lines and letterhead, I'm dying about. I've watched you whore yourself out for one more thing. There's always one more thing. If I can't have you know one will. Pushing a lover to love another. Are you turned on? I keep you jealously to myself. When One Eight Becomes Two Zeros I'm glad that you're near And I'm sad when you're here This is what it's like to be me I'm glad that you're here And I'm sad that you're near This is what it's like to die alone. This all hurts me so much That I honestly belive You're the one this is hard for Iv'e barterd tact for wit And Iv'e already made up A billion stories about you. Knee deep in static I hear you breaking up I'm breaking up I guess we're breaking up You're not the other woman You're just another(woman) Another hobby for a guy like me. You've given me a heart like a gun And I'm so shocked that I made it through These billion days. I didn't think I could tough it out for those days A billion. Knee deep in static I hear you breaking up I'm breaking up I guess we're breaking up You're not the other woman You're just another(woman) Another hobby for a guy like me. So we're growing? I'm sure There's no other I can turn to Theres no other I can turn to If not you, heart Who else can I belive??? Knee deep in static I hear you breaking up I'm breaking up I guess we're breaking up You're not the other woman You're just another(woman) Another hobby for a guy like me. I hope you enjoy dying alone Ry Ry's Song There's a woman sitting in a motel room Counting minutes and seconds Adding to her list of 'one hour loves' She's tired but the new will do She'll replace the body His friends are good for bang-bang An amiable hobby He's got a secret Just keep it and sleep with it He can't believe a thing you've said 'We're going nowhere' '...Fair is fair' The way you play with lives Is such a big disguise We swear that We're not gonna take it The way you play with lives Is such a big disguise We swear We're not running naked There's a man sitting in a motel Waiting for a hooker that he never applied for Or is it even her? Just when it's perfect it's finite He called it He said he's sober It's over So long I burn the lamp I burn when I do everything I do for you It's like being caught in the blade I hate you And I guess it's nothing new for you. Lovebites And Razorlines Who you fucking now i use my slit wrist to sign my name with and when you cant compete with the joneses gun em all down(even the father) you filthy whore shut up and swallow my pride for me move closer and drive further suck on the end of this dick that cums lead but first im comin after you all Its ladies night at the bar and she smokes a mans cigar i guess she's dying oh well i dont give a fuck about your dignity thats the bastard in me i know a girl who sells herself around and im sure that one day she'll sign autographs in your town its like you filthy whore shut up and swallow my pride for me move closer and drive further suck on the end of this dick that cums lead but first im comin after you all looking back into my diary what makes me say those things? what causes my laughter at anothers disaster? its the bastard in me you fucking whore i know a girl who sells herself around and im sure that one day she'll sign autographs in your town i know a girl who sells herself around and im sure that one day she'll sign autographs in your town who you fucking now you fucking live in shit i strain myself i guess i guess i fuck myself i guess i guess i strain myself i guess i need it fucking whoreyou live in shit and you will eat your own way out i am too fly and shy like no other guy im too fly and shy just for you ILL MARK YOU ALL i know a girl who sells herself around and im sure that one day she'll sign autographs in your town [x2] whos she fucking now? who you fucking now WHO YOU FUCKING NOW? Hurting And Shoving (She Should Have Let Me Sleep) When I get back Pre-break of dawn hear the ring it's me live from a pay phone talking in the rain. Things pan out exactly as i say they will. Will I be less happy when I get back? Two hand in one glove as if we were poor. The hard up make the soup from stones like the poor before them did before. You say the waiting could crush your heart. But it's nothing new to me have you crave me so desperately but I know how when you need me you bleed for me, though now I'm gone you fill my shoes with new fans. Always and forever we are apart and may she see she'd be free rejoicing in distance if she only let me sleep. Will things make less happy when I get back? Absence makes the heart grow still. Abuse the hunt; confuse the kill. I know, I know. Make the dead feel deader deader. Make the dead sleep nights with a razor waiting. Kill the prey. I'll hold my child's head underwater. If it's a boy, I was joking if it's a daughter, I'll say I did what I did because I had to... And if you find my kid later tell her I laughed too. We just might work out fine because I love you enough to let you give the pain that I want ...And when you do I just might fuck you enough to love you. Once upon my night stand lied letters piled in columns postmarked Middle Island out east in the country of Solemn. Majour You only get one taste and for this gift we are graced. You only get one taste and for this gift wait. Now let me go so I can brag about the gifts that he stole. (Thank you) For all the lonely nights. I will carry this with me where I go. Bad taste in my mouth. You would think I'm a whore. Bad taste in my mouth. You would think I'm you. You only get on taste and for this gift we are graced. You only get one taste and for this gift she's likely to go, or so she'll say. We sleep as we do to keep our nights days away. Love, or so she'll say. Immature love. You breed immature lust. So died the virgin. I have told you before, You we're nothing special to him (and that's just another thing that's nothing new for you). You'll be born. You before. Embody me with you body. I've never seen it. I have never. Embody me with your body. I've never seen it. Are you happy? Her Middle Name Was Boom She cured the plague of the holy child and all the while she just walked in and boom! she said in her room with her red fingernails and a grip on the answers. When it's home and I'm broken, let's fix. When it's home and I'm swollen, let's kiss. When it's home and we're walking, she'll lead If she's waiting, we'll leave. I'm so gracious. If you touch it it's cold. If you drop it it breaks. If you hold it it shakes. Boom! she said. My name's I Dare. All the while... Piano Three times alone this week I was supposed to be a rock star. "I only beat you when I'm drunk, you're only pretty when you're crying. " We are supposed to be the ones to set the air afire. Three times alone this week I was made into a liar. Whether (or not) I found the gold, I never told. Richer: I, Brilliant White. I. I wear shoes that move men from desert to riches. Show me what you got girl and scratch it because it itches. Call me chameleon and extinguish my fire. Three times alone this week I was supposed to be a liar. Maybe not. Why the stare? Would I lie about that which I'm scared? What did I say to you? Step into a pot of gold, rejoice in fire that which soons burn cold. What did I say to you? I can't deny the throat, the love, sincerity. I can't deny it. "I've got to keep my P.M.A." Babe I exclude light and wash my hands of you. By larger being devoured, leaving only me to improve. Weep. Don't fucking weep. Your weak eyes cry tears of the week. Weep. Catch up with the sheep. It's a sacrilegious ceremony. New flavor of the week. Nothing's sacred in the faces of the soulless (that you're made into). You're raptured by a guilty stifle down. ...And what I'll do is mess you up and lie to you. Look at you You know it's true. It's a field trip to Hollywood Babylon. But I'm not coming. No. Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Silence That burning feeling. Red liquids. Clear liquids. Blessed are the sick. Children shiver in the river. Where is our god now? Does he watch over all in El Segundo? He don't lie when he say, Under. I'm wasting away. I find time to pine. When pining away my time. Within sin With no redemption We will find our souls and the shells they're kept in all wasted away. Blessed are the sick in me. The prey, the thrill, the chill and we are martyrs that crumble on time. Predestination. We'll stop upon dimes. and hed constructed us all in El Segundo, as the shivering children pray. Demons in demons out. Cry for dawn. Gratis. Bored. I'm the matador of the children's ward. Beggars wed choosers. Red sheets. Bed sheets. Boozers. I'm the head fan. Blessed be my bed pan. It's a cold, having just been mugged feeling. In the sun I've got this for you it's under my finger nails. I brought this for you. It's typically Sunday. I'm digging a hole. I'll shut out the world, I'll shut out the world, This is what it's like to be alone, This is what it's like to be alone. Hotel Of The White Locust Welcome to Hollywood Girl My dance has passed. Welcome to Hollywood girl. Wake the fuck up in Hollywood whore. Combine the throbbin' in my head with the rhythm of my fucking feet. Say a novena for all those lost and read the bloodstains on the sheets. I've whored myself for less than this and I've prayed to appear to fed. As I knelt on my pillow God, I clenched the fucking fists and banged my head. Who could ever.. Who the fuck could ever.. Take the place of me? [x2] Now I kiss up to God my fists and I pray to keep my head though I like your pretty eyes better blackened and my fists all fucking red. Through sickness and health, I've kissed up to God two years, I have focused.. On the cameos made by the tiger in the valley of the fucking locust. Who could ever.. Who the fuck could ever.. Take the place of me? Who could ever.. Who the fuck could ever.. No one can the place of me? Wipe... Wipe off your mouth. Get up off your knees and make me your god. Who could ever, Who the fuck could ever? It's sexual debauchery you fucking cunt, you fucking whore, You cost what you're worth. Followed by a boy like this, Re-united by all your visits. As long as your mouth is shut you'll still be fuckin beautiful. Pack your shit and leave, and take my memories of her with you. (I don't need to know) [x10] ...And take her fucking with you Secret Song Fraudulent Miracles, Make Miracles Seem Shit Rice Paper Princess (I Guess too poor for flesh...fuck you) In the mist above perfection Rain On The Parade Me that's crowding daylight and the hole inside the hood of a saint. And never the two shall meet Said the tiger to its greatest fan The amount of love you wish to give is more than i can stand and now you leave me in defeat leave me battered, broken man The amount of love you wish to give is more than i can stand Now I have you where I want you I know that you are listening This is my chance to tell you everything my chance to tell you I love you but I've waited too long Now the record's over Now the record's over


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