tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71991484351106981882011-11-30T04:17:41.510-08:00stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3621100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-27743195140323944872011-11-30T04:17:00.001-08:002011-11-30T04:17:41.553-08:00people needa leave me the fuck alone - tryin to get in my face and drive me home <br />kinda fuckin crazy cause im not alone<br />______________________<br /><br />my name is:<br /><br />im tired of people<br />trying to tell me who i am<br />its so crazy<br />under the flag of uncle sam<br />people needa back of and let me be who i am<br />they needa understand that i am what i am<br /><br />im sick and tired<br />of all the bullshit<br />people need to leave me alone<br />and get off of my shit<br />my skin color should not be an indicator of my nationality<br />and if you're going to fight me on this i'm going to brand you as a facist, see?<br />don't get between me and my goals man, you're actin like a fol<br />people think they're so comfortable evaluating who i am too<br />its rediculous to see the people who act like theyre great<br />i wonder where their liefs gonna lead them to what fate<br />its so crazy to see teh fools in this town<br />i wanna make sure that they all go down<br />they needa get outa my way pronto, i dont want to have this problem<br />and if they dont move, then i wont have them.<br />im tired of people trin to dictate my life's means<br />i've had it happen to much, this shit's an old scene<br />i'm not gonna sit here and accept such racist attitudes.<br />it makes me wonder man what the hell's he gonna do?<br /><br />there's so much crap in the air<br />gonna move my hands and feet until i dont care<br />people frustrate me to the limit of the land<br />we'll make sure this shit doesnt get out of hand<br />people needa stop assumin that everythins a mature conversation<br />this is a motherfuckin racial nation<br />im tired of all the people that think that everythings cool<br />im tired of all the 20-somethings that like to play the fool<br /><br />Leave me the fuck ALONE<br />Leave me the fuck Alone<br />Leave me the fuck alone- <br /><br />im tired of all the crap that people try to throw in my face.<br />its a constant reminder of all this societal disgrace<br />people needa understand that im not some whipping bitch<br />its kindof weird cause everyone acts like im a snitch<br />its so strange to deal with the same old crap day after day<br />i wanna make sure i dont lead my life in dismay<br />people wanna force shit down my throat like its necessary<br />i want people to realize this isn't cool, it's not tertiary<br /><br />leave me the fuck alone<br />leave me the fuck alone<br />leave me the fuck alone<br />4x<br /><br />its so werid t obe 25<br />im so tired of not feeling alive<br />wi annwa be free eut every mom=vements closed<br />this is how it feels when you feel like youre 24<br /><br />its smooth to british, like a smooth finish, there's writings on the wall<br />i'm tellin you i'm cool, i ain't no fool, i'm i'm certainly not goin through withdrawls<br />people are finnicky, so much trickery, it's really not that cool<br />i wanna go outside, not give anyone rides, does that make me a tool?<br /><br />____________________<br /><br />conversation over...<br />people needa understand that i'm not kidding now<br />im a brown skinned man from britain motherfucker wow<br />dont fucking call me indian cause im not from that country<br />if you push me in that direction ill exit in a hurry<br />people needa fuckin understand my shit<br />i dont want any more of that, not one bit<br />its all <br /><br />who do you admire?<br />shane macgowan<br /><br />its time to make shit right<br />im tired of fighting hte fight<br />people dont wanna accept whats right<br />its so tiring to see this shit go down tonigh<br />ti wanna be free<br />i wanna be cool<br />these people dont see<br />that im no fool<br /><br />its nitce to be me<br />people dont wanna see<br />its hard to make shit right<br />ill always fight the good fight<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-2774319514032394487?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-69056972162984828582011-09-30T15:53:00.001-07:002011-09-30T15:53:43.476-07:00Dmaj<br />everyonce in awhile<br />i think of home<br />like a convict in a cell<br />think about it and groan<br />Gmaj<br />its so nice to have good memories<br />Dmaj<br />in time<br />+<br />Dmaj<br />sitting in my room<br />I move mountains<br />use my imagination<br />brain is a fountain<br />Gmaj<br />its so nice to have good times<br />Dmaj<br />lets rhyme<br /><br />Dmaj<br />here i am in my place<br />its a dismal space<br />outside i see grean<br />to the squirrels im always mean<br />Gmaj<br />they need to bugger off<br />Dmaj<br />and to the hipsters I scoff<br />+<br />Dmaj<br />this place is a mess<br />and i like it that way<br />everything on the floor<br />neatly arranged<br />Gmaj<br />got a pile for my laundry stack<br />Dmaj<br />stick 'em in the dryer and bring 'em back<br /><br />Dmaj<br />weathers starting to get bad<br />locals starting to get mad<br />rains startin to fall down<br />people gather from all around<br />Gmaj<br />my place is a crying shame<br />Dmaj<br />does bad things to my name<br /><br />Dmaj<br />midwest heroes wastin time<br />solve our problems with rhymes<br />its quarter to eight, quarter to nine<br />go to the DMV stand in the line<br />Gmaj<br />rain clouds comin so close<br />Dmaj<br />lets watch a comedy roast<br /><br />Emin/Amaj<br />weathers getting quite cold<br />and im another season old<br />some things never change<br />other things seem quite strange.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-6905697216298482858?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-21852000960432200252011-09-30T13:18:00.001-07:002011-09-30T13:18:56.364-07:00Dmaj/Amaj/Emin/Gmaj<br />im locked away in my own hideaway spot<br />close the door and lock the lock<br />ive had my fill for now ill see you in awhile<br />for now i fly south where its dry<br />this world is so complicated sometimes<br />and it can mess with your mind<br />try to be a good man but sometimes im unkind<br />this is my time to unwind<br /><br />ive been walkin these streets for many odd years<br />sometimes ambition strikes me, overcome the fears<br />and though i know the whisperings<br />im still the guy who plays guitar and sings<br />the weathers changing and im reminded of england<br />it was my home, the place of which i was fond<br />roaming in the countryside<br />those were the days, what a ride<br /><br />sometimes you lose something that means alot to you<br />and even though you might be confused<br />through the mists, you know what to do<br />and fuck the people that're tellin you you're rude<br />find someone to love, find somewhere to live<br />forgive the rest, and they'll try to forgive<br />you can't be perfect, but you can be you<br />try out that attitude<br /><br />F#maj/Cmaj/Gmaj/Dmaj<br />uncles gone<br />im forlorn<br />but life goes on<br />and on and on<br />im still here<br />he's still around<br />in photographs<br />he's still around<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-2185200096043220025?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-32768708549366663182011-09-30T13:06:00.001-07:002011-09-30T13:06:18.716-07:00Emin [plucked]<br />sick and tired of all these columbus fucks<br />they all really suck<br />people can let you down<br />in this town<br />i just wanna be<br />successful<br />i want money <br />and power<br /><br />im tired of coddling kids<br />dealing with boys not men<br />and the weathers shit<br />cooped up like chickens in a pen<br />so many flakey druggies<br />shallow scene kids<br />these streets are stained<br />bloody money, broken ribs<br /><br />these kids are strange<br />nothing makes sense<br />i guess they say im<br />way too intense<br />they just party all day<br />no inspiration<br />they measure the worth of a night<br />by volume of perspiration<br /><br />Amaj/Gmaj/Emaj<br />things are<br />bad and im<br />pullin inside<br />im just glad<br />that im not<br />rotten inside<br />i might be <br />sad but i <br />aint no bad man<br />might be <br />time to <br />restart the game again<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-3276870854936666318?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-36494191609511122792011-09-29T23:57:00.000-07:002011-09-29T23:58:04.197-07:00B#maj/<br />fools and fuckers in the town<br />Gmaj<br />trying to bring us all down<br />Cmaj<br />reverting to old school friends and faces<br />Dmaj<br />make the bets and run the races<br />Amaj<br />things are strange in this town<br />Cmaj<br />peoples ears close to the ground<br />Gmaj<br />never know quite what to do<br />Fmaj<br />everyone is so fucking confused<br />Emin<br />i dont know what the fuck to do<br />Fmaj<br />things are so fucking screwed<br />Cmaj<br />we live in a town full of tools<br />Gmaj<br />nobody follows the rules<br />Amin<br />living my life in this town<br />Fmaj<br />being nice and getting pushed around<br />Cmaj<br />getting mad drawing lines in the sand<br />Gmaj<br />and these kids act like it was planned<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-3649419160951112279?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-38249042876228804572011-09-29T23:40:00.000-07:002011-09-29T23:41:11.591-07:00F#maj/Cmaj/Emin/Gmaj/F#maj/Cmaj/Gmaj/Cmaj-Gmaj<br />here we are<br />look at this<br />its so strange <br />look at this<br />the stars<br />shining bright<br />these seems like<br />a good night<br /><br />i am<br />just a man<br />things are had<br />oh well<br />life is fun<br />we get shit done<br />let have a shot of<br />whiskeyand rum<br /><br />Dmaj/Amin-Amaj/Emin/Emaj/Dmaj/Amaj/Gmaj/Fmaj<br />its a <br />lazy day<br />here I <br />am<br />I've had<br />my fun<br />just like<br />uncle sam<br /><br />the sun is<br />setting fast<br />im going <br />out<br />everything<br />just might last<br />this is so<br />stout<br /><br />Amin/Emin/Amin/Fmaj/Cmaj/Gmaj/Fmaj/Emin-Dmin<br />dont look at the<br />last one<br />here we are <br />now<br />dont be the<br />best one<br />just lie on the<br />ground<br /><br />here we are<br />running<br />here we are <br />fast<br />dont tell me <br />stories<br />theyre in the past<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-3824904287622880457?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-31226719171834496272011-09-29T21:19:00.001-07:002011-09-29T21:19:14.706-07:00C/Em<br />things change so much<br />so out of touch<br />these playground games<br />we never behave<br /><br />Cmaj/Gmaj/Dmaj<br />here we are again<br />gotta confess, feels like oblivion<br />Cmaj/Gmaj/Dmaj/Amin<br />but we push on anyway<br />Fmaj/Cmaj/Gmaj<br />never let things stay the same<br /><br />Emaj/Amin/Dmaj<br />every night i need a helping hand<br />Cmaj/Gmaj<br />let it go again<br />Emaj/Amin/Dmaj<br />don't know why things seem so grand<br />Cmaj/Dmaj<br />its all the same<br /><br />F#maj/Emin/Gmaj<br />don't need me again<br />Cmaj/Dmaj<br />as you are<br />Amaj/Emin<br />leave me alone<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-3122671917183449627?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-54966003714541785552011-09-27T18:27:00.000-07:002011-09-27T18:28:13.193-07:00d/c7/g/em/a/c7/g<br />hey man, <br />im doin what i <br />can<br />tryin to go <br />out<br />dont leave me a-<br />-gain<br /><br />em/c7/d/a/em<br />we are the <br />people of the <br />world and we are <br />not afraid of <br />what is coming<br /><br />F/A<br />painful 4x<br /><br />B#m/Bmaj/Fmaj/Em/Dmaj<br />its easy to<br />look at the world and <br />act <br />like a <br />fool<br /><br />don't worry, don't <br />be in a hurry,<br />good -<br />things will<br />come to <br />you<br /><br />A/C7/G/D/A/em<br />oh my<br />memories are<br />running <br />away from <br />me<br /><br />Dm/A<br />i <br />am [2x]<br /><br />Fmaj/em/Dmaj<br />dont<br />know<br />me [2x]<br /><br />Am/Cmaj/B#min/Bmaj<br />baby dont <br />need me <br />any-<br />-more [2x]<br /><br />em/gmaj<br />if you knew me<br />you wouldnt screw me <br />you would love me as <br />much as i love you<br /><br />dmaj/amaj/cmaj/gmaj/dmaj<br />sometimes-<br />-<br />i need to <br />wake up<br />again<br /><br />Emin/Cmaj/Gmaj/Amaj<br />Foolish man am<br />I,<br />I - <br />die. <br /><br />emin/cmaj/gmaj/dmaj<br />i used to <br />be a fighter<br />i was the <br />best of the pack<br />i used to <br />be a contender<br />but these days <br />im just whack<br /><br />dmaj/cmaj/gmaj/dmaj<br />i dont know<br />what happened<br />but now im just<br />fading away<br /><br />amaj/cmaj/gmaj/dmaj<br />and i still have<br />all my passion<br />what happend to<br />my glory days<br /><br />emin/cmaj/gmaj/dman<br />fading away<br />im fading away<br />everythings gone<br />its not my day<br /><br />cmaj/gmaj/dmaj/amaj<br />racing away<br />racing away<br />ill figure my shit out<br />someday<br /><br />Emin/Dmaj/Amaj<br />I don't really give a<br />shit a-<br />about.<br />[instrumental once]<br />I don't really give a<br />shit a-<br />about. <br />[instrumental once]<br /><br />Amaj/Cmaj/Gmaj/Dmaj<br />ocean <br />breeze<br />summer <br />sun<br />sandy <br />beaches<br />havin <br />fun<br />keep your<br />mind<br />clear of crap<br />walk it <br />out<br />take a <br />nap<br /><br />emin/cmaj/dmaj/amaj/emin<br />inside the <br />fires are burning <br />you know youll <br />make it if you <br />try<br /><br />Amaj/Cmaj/Gmaj/Fmaj<br />clean your soul <br />and run free<br />dont hold back <br />be happy<br /><br />Amaj/Cmaj/Gmaj/Dmaj<br />you can do whatever you <br />want <br />make the world brand <br />new<br /><br />Fmaj/Amin/Gmaj/Dmaj<br />sometimes devils in <br />your soul <br />try to drag you <br />down<br />sometimes devils <br />in your soul <br />try to make you <br />drown<br /><br />Amaj/Cmaj/Gmaj/Dmaj<br />just stand tall and dont let anyone <br />change your mind <br />you are one of a <br />kind<br /><br />Amaj/Emin/Dmaj/Amaj<br />so you will always <br />be free as long as you <br />let yoruself <br />see<br /><br />Cmaj/Gmaj/Dmaj/Amaj<br />have no fear <br />the world is clear <br />you are you <br />and i am me<br /><br />Emin/Cmaj/Gmaj/Dmaj<br />I am <br />standing on<br />the precipice<br />of a new world<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-5496600371454178555?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-39637084374703199112011-09-26T15:01:00.001-07:002011-09-26T15:02:00.295-07:00G/Em/C7/G<br /><br />college is for smart kids<br />and im one of them<br />but somewhere along the line<br />i had some problems<br />now im in knee deep<br />gpa way down bleow<br />cant take any classes<br />my shit really blows<br /><br />D/C7/G/D<br />way down in my soul<br />i know ive got control<br />but im feeling<br />down<br />D/Am/C7/D<br />i feel so old<br />everyones young<br />maybe im not hung up enough on havin fun<br /><br />C7/G/Am/G<br />every day<br />i seem to fail<br />people laugh in my face<br />shit seems so real<br /><br />F/D<br />I don't know who I am<br />I don't know who I am<br /><br />G/E/C/G/D<br />10th year in college<br />feel like a fool<br />why do the scenester kids<br />fixate on being cool<br />feel like a child<br />in the class<br />why do i always end up <br />feeling like an ass<br /><br />B#/c7/d/e<br />maybe one day ill<br />leave this town<br />get the fuck outa<br />here<br />and then<br />shit'll go down<br />and i'll be<br />clear<br />it wont be easy sir<br />ill be immigrating again<br />but ill be 25 years old this time<br />instead of ten<br /><br />AwD/Em<br />and fuck all the people<br />that took the piss on me<br />C/G/D<br />theyve got no class<br />and ive got the best lass, in this country<br />AwD/em<br />they dont know who theyre<br />dealing with <br />C/G/D<br />ill be great havin fun<br />while theyre just fatherin kids.<br /><br />c7/G<br />there's too many fools<br />people in schools<br />babied in by families<br />using connects to get ahead of peeps<br />callin themselves the toast of town<br />but theyre really just bringin us all down<br />wastin our town and makin shit shit<br />fuckin everyone over bit by bit<br /><br />c7/G/D<br />and ill be far away<br />they didnt chase me from this place<br />i chose to go away<br />back home.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-3963708437470319911?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-74298559247403048612011-09-12T15:39:00.001-07:002011-09-12T15:39:07.846-07:00G/C<br />can you feel the breeze<br />blowing through the window<br />see that smile?<br />thats the afterglow<br />every single day<br />i look outside<br />i see the birds<br />look with pride<br /><br />these are the days<br />we'll remember them always<br />these are our ways<br />when we are old<br />chillin out on the chair<br />sittin up on the stair<br />drinkin my final brew<br />sharin a couple sips with you<br /><br />the season is a'changing<br />you can feel the breeze<br />light rain fallin <br />you can see the trees<br />squirrels are daring<br />darting on the ground<br />standing near the dumpster<br />waiting for treasure tobe found<br /><br />Em/A/C7/D<br /><br />i wonder<br />will i learn<br />roamin freely<br />will i always be spurned<br />noone knows me<br />thats fine<br />im the guy that<br />got left behind<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-7429855924740304861?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-84736964617409728982011-09-12T15:08:00.001-07:002011-09-12T15:08:29.517-07:00A/F#/E/D<br /><br />im in my own way<br />its such a beautiful day<br />i dont know why im actin this way<br />but i am<br /><br />its so beautiful<br />all the animals<br />they are roamin round<br />the world<br /><br />i climb the mountains tall<br />ive seen it all<br />but only through a lense<br />id like to be there in person<br /><br />its a great view<br />just me and you<br />i know id love the sunset<br />and so would you<br /><br />move through the valleys<br />walk through the alleys<br />its a cool world<br />its a cruel world<br /><br />you should believe<br />let your spirit free<br />dont have worries<br />and you'll find yourself zippin by<br /><br />F#/G/A<br /><br />open up your mind<br />then youll begin to find<br />something that is so real<br />then youll begin to really feel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-8473696461740972898?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-89738859271161591592011-09-12T13:50:00.001-07:002011-09-12T13:50:18.034-07:00D/<br />and now<br />i dont know<br />itsweird<br />im so cold<br />here we are<br />under the stars<br />open up<br />and you might see mars<br /><br />so many people<br />walk on the streets<br />all the performers<br />performing amazing feats<br />people cued<br />in the icecream line<br />football fans<br />with their jerseys fine<br /><br />dog walkers<br />in the park<br />street hustlers<br />no bite just bark<br />comic nerds <br />in the store<br />people herds<br />going to war<br /><br />Em/A/C7/B#m/B<br /><br />its so crazy to see<br />all the weird people<br /><br />i am looking out my window<br />and i see<br />the sun<br />set<br />i was going through my mind<br />and i saw<br />some meaning<br />inside<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-8973885927116159159?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-72058214270802788772011-09-12T13:35:00.001-07:002011-09-12T13:35:36.830-07:00c7/am/c7/f<br /><br />i do what i wanna do<br />and i am alright<br />life is such a gas<br />but sometimes a blight<br /><br />ive met so many people<br />and ill meet more<br />sometimes the best people<br />live nextdoor<br /><br />a squirrel looks at me<br />through my living room window<br />crank up the air conditioner<br />we need more airflow<br /><br />the wind is blowing the grass<br />i have memories<br />england roaming<br />and wind through the trees<br /><br />one day ill move away<br />buy myself a house<br />ill be so content<br />quiet as a mouse<br /><br />these are my dreams<br />these are my memories<br />here i am old enough<br />in the air are geese<br /><br />g/f/c7/g<br /><br />its all too much<br />i wanna go home<br />fields of green and rivers flowing<br />i wanna go home<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-7205821427080278877?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-69916839667475514222011-09-11T17:28:00.001-07:002011-09-11T17:28:45.999-07:00E, F#, G, C7<br /><br />hey dont leave me<br />i love you<br />i am so young<br />are you too<br /><br />i walked down here<br />it was cool<br />people looked and<br />kept their cool<br /><br />silence is their<br />own law<br />i feel like an <br />outlaw<br /><br />bugs chirp outside<br />make a noise<br />sometimes couples walk by<br />girls and boys<br /><br />paranoia<br />plagues their minds<br />contageous<br />working its way inside<br /><br />hold your head high<br />dont falter now<br />they look up to you<br />dont let them down<br /><br />G, D, E, C-7, G<br /><br />summer turns to fall<br />and we're all in withdrawl<br />but nostalgia strikes me cold<br />a childhood reminder, the fall.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-6991683966747551422?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-30332632813731883252011-09-11T16:21:00.001-07:002011-09-11T16:21:56.427-07:00G [walk up] / C [walk up]<br /><br />im a happy man<br />even though it may seem not that way<br />im used to having difficulties<br />most days arent my day<br />ive seen lots of bad things in my life<br />but it never dilutes my fire<br />im the son of an immigrant man<br />i got so much desire<br /><br />people they underestimate me<br />they think that all i am is what they can see<br />but ive got something special underneath<br />and im not lying you better believe<br />my heart is really made of gold<br />and my mind is set on goals<br />one day ill get where i wanna be<br />and all of you guys will finally see<br /><br />ill work as hard as i can<br />ill show you that im really the man<br />i swear to god that i will do this<br />and i swear that i will be able to make i tthrough this<br />its a crazy life that we live<br />people are so slow to forgive<br />but we dont live forever<br />so we might as well live together<br /><br />D / C7 / B#m / B / A<br /><br />its got me wondering<br />when will i win<br />i want some recognition<br />where do i begin<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-3033263281373188325?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-80663920860006008812011-09-11T16:04:00.001-07:002011-09-11T16:04:09.884-07:00there is a weird feeling<br />in my bones<br />im going down on myself<br />in my home<br />the sky is feeling blue<br />sun so bright<br />and everything is calm<br />at night<br /><br />we walk the streets <br />with our friends<br />we find the alleys<br />and dead ends<br />people are calm<br />when the suns down<br />they go nuts<br /><br />i dont know<br />where i am<br />im in the nation of<br />uncle sam<br />i come from the country of<br />union jack<br />everyone here is<br />shooting up smack<br /><br />im so tired<br />of being lost<br />in a sea of people<br />them's the breaks<br />ill take the hits<br />im not sure if<br />this is real<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-8066392086000600881?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-20186181933188745662011-09-11T16:00:00.001-07:002011-09-11T16:00:42.938-07:00Em / G / Em / C7<br />Em / G / D / A<br /><br />its been ages<br />since ive been home<br />im driven to pieces<br />wondering when ill go<br />my memories fading<br />like a dying star<br />i wonder will i ever<br />go that far<br /><br />i feel so down<br />i am alone<br />ive tried so goddamn hard<br />to make this place my home<br />the rain is fallin<br />reminds of childhood<br />soccer in rainy fields<br />i'd still play if i could<br /><br />cultural wasteland<br />im a vagabond<br />inside im a gentleman<br />trying to cross the pond<br /><br />they call me weird<br />they call me out<br />theyre intolerant and<br />one day they'll find out<br /><br />C7 / G / Am / F<br />C7 / G / D - - - - - - -<br /><br />im waiting for that goddamn day<br />when i will be saved<br />maybe im my own savior<br />that yellow brick road needs to be paved<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-2018618193318874566?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-28840695711387454462011-09-11T08:13:00.000-07:002011-09-11T08:14:03.126-07:00im tired of living in obscurity<br />making art that noone sees<br />its like living in the desert<br />sand and no trees<br />wasting my days in a haze<br />my mind is so bleary<br />my bodys aging badly<br />my mind is getting weary<br /><br />the bar scene is played out<br />run by some fools<br />wasting my time playing their games<br />theyre a bunch of tools<br />music is my sole pursuit<br />in the name of a friend<br />he passed away a few years ago<br />ill continue til the end<br /><br />my old home is miles away<br />across the bloody ocean<br />people here are so lucky<br />they think i cause a commotion<br />these kids dont get my style<br />its kindof boring<br />they try to mdiwesternize me<br />but that jsut leaves me snoring<br /><br />i vow that i will make something<br />of this empty life<br />and that i one day will triumph<br />through all this strife<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-2884069571138745446?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-85146377481080852132011-09-11T08:02:00.001-07:002011-09-11T08:02:05.695-07:00its been five years<br />since my friend died<br />and i've spent this live<br />barely alive<br />im in this town<br />with all sorts of fools<br />im all alone<br />with these tools<br /><br />im a british guy<br />in a brown skin<br />and these guys<br />want me to be thin<br />i'd rather leave<br />if i could<br />my father'd pay<br />not sure if i should<br /><br />am i cursing the memory<br />of my dead friend<br />by leading myself<br />into a dead end?<br />and in the end<br />is this band right? <br />will i have strength?<br />will i have the might?<br /><br />im not sure<br />never am<br />but i push forward<br />like a stubborn ram<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-8514637748108085213?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-89433677095899074852011-09-06T21:05:00.000-07:002011-09-06T21:06:09.067-07:00everyday i go out <br />and i see the people<br />theyre chasin butterflies<br />and leavin steeples<br />theyre worryin too much<br />no sense about them<br />but thats ok<br />no problem<br />--smooth trans<br />drank n stank skunk--punk<br />punk, wut da fuk?<br />wut, i dunno, but i go-go<br />i dunno guess iz fiiga-rowe<br />fiiga-rowe-rowe-rowe<br />line em up n a row<br />but don show, daz a no-no repeat x2<br />--instruments 4 bars<br />lifes is cool and we're chillin<br />lifes is cool and we're chillin<br />u a red blue or chill<br />come on man choose a pill<br />--smooth trans<br />life ain easy, but iz real n on sum real;i keeps it chill, like bill, in light fields<br />no heat at night, cuz a da light bill; retired da wife, cuz da knife said her lifes ill<br />an on sum real, i feel da knife, cuz da wife scpheeled; kno my nikes steel, cuz dem shoe fields<br />got sum x, got sum red, n sum blu pills; neva knew bill, but ted said dat dudes chill<br />gotta rude dude swag, but i use seals; wax n all dat, daz a tru thrill<br />neva used shells, cuz i shred peels; hut one, hut two, on sum new deals<br />dawg-gone, daw-sun- kik it like phil; aww, im so chill, swur im minute meals<br />toss em n da stove, let em cook thru; im chill, blu n red, who da fuk r u?<br />nothin gets in our way<br />cause we live forever<br />even if its just for one day<br />we'll always remember<br /><br />drank n stank skunk--punk<br />punk, wut da fuk?<br />wut, i dunno, but i go-go<br />i dunno guess iz fiiga-rowe<br />fiiga-rowe-rowe-rowe<br />line em up n a row<br />but don show, daz a no-no repeat x2<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-8943367709589907485?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-17814558662766756132011-08-07T10:39:00.000-07:002011-08-07T10:42:11.930-07:00sittin on the floor<br />with the teacher in the temple<br />feel the love<br />in the room in the temple<br />we all sit listening to teachings of buddhism<br />in the arms of a lover you feel so covered<br /><br />baby... make me feel so good<br />in the arms of a lover, real good dude<br />i am smiling 'cause she's got me feeling... grand<br />this is... what i know... i am feeling... great<br />baby its... so... (yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh)<br />oh girl (yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh) the arms of an angel<br />ah oo (yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh)<br />ah oo (yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh)<br /><br />and if only for a moment we smile and close our eyes<br />if only for a minute we enjoy the surprise<br />because even though things've been so strange we still love each other<br />love is forever<br />oo<br />oo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-1781455866276675613?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-49339110898803921962011-07-31T08:49:00.000-07:002011-07-31T08:58:33.616-07:00what is the scene?<br />where am i?<br />don't mess with us. <br />i might have made it through,<br />but i don't know what i'm doing now.<br /><br />oh mama, <br />you lead me well oh yeah. <br />oh mama, <br />yeah you raised me well, oh yeah<br />and papa. <br />you raised me well. <br />yeah papa. <br />you raised me well. <br /><br />they're so old and one day they'll be gone<br />but for now i'll enjoy their company for as long as i can. <br /><br />___________<br /><br />i've been sitting on the road again<br />lookin for somethin to do<br />i know just what to do. <br />oh my my, i am fine. <br />oh look at the time. <br />my my, apple pie. <br /><br />nationalism is an interesting thing. <br />people are consumed with every fucking thing,<br />that they see.<br />oh they,<br />are leaving, <br />me, <br />behind...<br /><br />nationalism is an interesting thing<br />people are looking for things spin<br />and they are spin doctors<br />they are people<br />sitting clearly here<br /><br />oh yeah yeah yeah<br />mother said dont take shit from people in the town<br />just do what you can<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-4933911089880392196?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-68486596267467888222011-06-28T17:51:00.001-07:002011-06-28T17:51:27.643-07:00*all our problems have left us<br />*life is sighing in relief<br /><br />*through the clouds <br />*wind to our backs <br />*sky stretching on to the horizon<br />*all is still and grand <br /><br />*the world is buzzing and we're enlightened<br /><br />*march forth through the grass <br />*birds fly overhead<br />*we stand in awe of whats around<br />*we're home<br /><br />*never forget the greatness of whats around<br />*don't let yourself get washed away<br /><br />*we grow like trees and find our way to the sky<br />*the world makes sense and we're pleased to be here<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-6848659626746788822?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-71710608467991646232011-06-26T17:17:00.001-07:002011-06-26T17:17:48.186-07:00we're just crying over what we once had<br />before the pain before the difficulty<br />with difficulty comes oppertunity<br />overcome the things that sit across your way<br /><br />there is no joy behind his smile<br />he just sits and whines<br />there is a forced smile<br />you've got to recognize that<br /><br />don't let yourself get bothered by the worries of life<br />people get consumed by whats in front of them<br />can't snap out of it<br /><br />there's alot of cool things out there<br />overturn every rock<br />always something and exciting around every corner<br />don't be afraid<br /><br />life is full of pain and pain means growth<br />the world is a harsh place<br />learn how to roll with the punches<br /><br />we're doing what we can<br />a mountain of work<br />the ideas that we can churn out<br /><br />business attire<br />wear your sunday best<br />dapper up a bit<br />we'll just leave you behind<br /><br />get on stage and do your thing<br />get up there and entertain these people<br />we slip them poison and they pay for it<br /><br />serve with a smile<br />try and please the customer<br />the customer is always right, don't ever forget that<br />anything less is unsatisfactory<br /><br />nobody can tell you how to be a man<br />round yourself out<br />make a life for yourself<br /><br />good vibe kindof a guy<br />try to be a beacon of goodness<br />its not my gig to be rude<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-7171060846799164623?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-9200592477524546592011-06-23T16:32:00.001-07:002011-06-23T16:33:00.226-07:00you made it<br />thats what it's all about<br /><br />start walking<br />be ambitious<br /><br />now is your time<br /><br />do something amazing<br /><br />don't look back<br />keep walking down that dusty old road and you'll find something on the horizon<br /><br />you'll find yourself in a better place<br />stumble into it<br />express yourself<br /><br />flex those muscles and see what mountains you can move<br />that which came before<br /><br />build yourself up and become something better<br />higher plane of existence<br /><br />this is a rare moment<br /><br />***find yourself and you will find redemption<br />push on through<br /><br />your chance to grow and change into a better man<br />find yourself<br /><br />on the cusp of something new<br />there's excitement in that<br /><br />build yourself up to the point where you can be<br />pick yourself up and make the best of it all<br /><br />see what's real<br />don't lose sight<br /><br />you loved her<br />no shame<br />you already know who you are<br /><br />lead yourself<br /><br />the pain you feel is reflection of the depth which you loved<br />you loved her alot<br />you wanted different things<br />the pain you feel is a reflection of the depth of your love<br /><br />this is how you spent your life<br />it broke<br />find another<br /><br />recognize the greatness in the moment<br />the rest is about letting stuff happen<br />stay loose<br />keep participating<br /><br />the walls will come down<br />you will be liberated<br /><br />be yourself and do whats necessary<br />lead yourself<br />don't worry about the details<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-920059247752454659?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-36666371109762445302011-06-22T22:31:00.001-07:002011-06-26T17:19:16.694-07:00feel the energy <br />the room convelesces with people<br />jaw hanging open shocked by the vivacity of the scene<br />it comes second nature<br />changes your world<br />standing amongst the masses<br />at peace with the world and suddenly it all seems to make sense<br />renewed<br />back to form<br />energized in ways you havent felt for years<br />welcome back<br />absolute energy and life<br />nothings stopping you<br />your world and your time<br />find your way out<br />lay those bags saddled across your back on the floor<br />be a human being again<br />one amongst many<br />shred the floor<br />move around and feel the beat<br />across the floor and into new worlds***<br />get taken over<br />regress back to a more primal and earthy state<br />modern living can get to be a bit much<br />use our technology to heal our souls***<br />let it all hang out<br />nothing to hide<br />have as much fun as possible<br />the clear reason<br />united<br />drawn together in unison<br />march to the same beat<br />this is our community<br />enjoy it while its there, glide through the crowds and let yourself go while you can<br />all about the electricity<br />amidst the crowd<br />positive energy<br />celebrate being alive<br />mean something<br />a funneled expression of your inner self<br />let your inner self out<br />all about expression<br />we're all performers tonight<br />one big body jam session<br />truest form of expression<br />taking it back to a primal form<br />move mountains<br />you have the power to make a difference<br />keep spreading the good word<br />you can change the world<br />everything swirls around<br />get caught in the maelstrom<br />move in unison, lose your head, connect<br />undeniable adrenaline<br />authenticity<br />this is your freedom<br />peaks of inner greatness<br />chase after this world<br />breath this in<br />the rhythm in my head has taken over<br />tonight is ours<br />dont get caught<br />brilliant<br />drunk and dancing<br />make love<br />perspiration<br />live in ecstasy<br />im a kid again<br />breathtaking<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-3666637110976244530?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-80466229705091731822011-06-17T16:31:00.001-07:002011-06-17T16:31:19.728-07:00i could've spent my life with that girl<br />at the time, i was having the time of my life<br />we dreamed a dream we thought would never die<br />i was left to carry on<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-8046622970509173182?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-12453546157647884442011-06-07T18:05:00.001-07:002011-06-07T18:05:43.584-07:00verse:<br />there are some people<br />pressing my buttons<br />i going to walk away<br />ultimately this happens<br />im losing my mind<br />im take swipes<br />i should've gone away<br />but im not right or nice<br /><br />chorus:<br />some people want to say<br />how great brawlin is<br />they are so fuckin happy<br />that im fightin for them...<br />you'll be bloody<br />maybe be humble<br />no energy<br />and you're living ideals <br /><br />verse:<br />i yell out all my insults,<br />falling into fits.<br />drawn into so many fights<br />over bullshit.<br />sometimes i feel like a bad guy<br />'cause i do some bad things<br />[i do it for glory <br />but pain is all i bring]<br /><br />checking myself out after a fight<br />i had a broken nose<br />head was quite sore<br />and i had broken toes<br />im so wounded, yeah<br />im stubborn and proud<br />i swear im the best<br />but im losing ground<br /><br />im not trying to be a saint<br />and there's blood on my hands<br />i've got goals to be a better man (redemptiom, yeah.)<br />i wanna be redeemed<br />everybody who knows me<br />knows that im so bloody guilty<br />i'm tryin to fix my flaws<br />i'm a mountain climber<br /><br />chorus:<br />some weirdos love to say <br />how great it is fucking around<br />with all those fights<br />it beats me suddenly and im down<br />suckered and broken <br />i'm humble and feelin so strong <br />wasting my time <br />i was wrong.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-1245354615764788444?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-82979040071360089552011-06-07T17:30:00.000-07:002011-06-07T17:31:25.952-07:00verse:<br />there are some fuckin people<br />who push all my buttons<br />i try to walk away<br />but you can guess what happens<br />i lose my composure<br />and i take some swipes<br />i should've left<br />but i swear im not nice<br /><br />chorus:<br />oh! some people like to say<br />that brawlin is so great<br />they are so delighted<br />that im fightin<br />but you'll be bloody<br />and maybe be humble<br />all ur energy is wasted<br />i'm living shitty ideals <br /><br />verse:<br />i yell out insults<br />fall into fits<br />drawn into so many fights<br />over bullshit<br />sometimes i feel like a bad guy<br />cause ive done bad things<br />i did it all for my glory <br />but pains all i bring<br /><br />checking myself out <br />i had a broken nose<br />head was feelin sore<br />i've got broken toes<br />im wounded, yeah<br />it was stubbornness and pride<br />i swear i can fight <br />but im empty inside<br /><br />i am no saint<br />i have blood on my hands<br />but i have goals <br />i wanna be a better man<br />everybody who knows me<br />knows that i am guilty<br />i'm tryin to fixin myself<br />i climb mountains willingly<br /><br />chorus:<br />some people like to say <br />how fun it is to play <br />all of these fighting games<br />every night and day<br />but i've been suckered and broken <br />i'm humble, feelin strong <br />i wasted my time <br />and i've been wrong<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-8297904007136008955?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-48029336588868863492011-06-07T16:42:00.001-07:002011-06-07T16:42:40.148-07:00walk into a fight<br />lookin down barrels of a gun <br />i should turn around right now <br />but i don't dare break into a run!<br />my eyes are wide open<br />and i dont want this<br />needa clean out my anger<br />get calm and reach bliss<br /><br />but sometimes there are people<br />who just try to push me around<br />and while i try to back away<br />without being run into the ground<br />i lose my composure<br />get drunk and take some swings<br />i really shoulda left and calmed myself<br />but i end up lingering<br /><br />yes it hard to be strong<br />in strange this way<br />i dont wanna fight <br />just wanna turn the page<br />im not trying to save face<br />i do want to do good <br />but i get sucked in sometimes<br />its hard to change the mood <br /><br />chorus: <br />sometimes people like to say<br />brawlin is so great<br />they seem so delighted!<br />but, this is what its like!<br />you'll be bloody and broken<br />you'll be humble maybe proven<br />all your energy is wasted<br />if you're trying to live an ideal <br /><br />verse<br />sitting on my bed<br />and thinking about fights<br />i messed up<br />and focused on wrongs not peoples rights<br />ignored my own development<br />lashed out in frustration<br />guilty of handed out pain<br />and i fucked her over again<br /><br />i am a fool, oh yeah!<br />but i swear i felt so wronged!<br />sometimes i act like my bruises..<br />are important but i'm bum!<br />we're so stupid and make ourselves big<br />we try to make ourselves great<br />i shouldn't throw punches<br />thats not what i want for my fate <br /><br />chorus<br />but some people like to say<br />that its so fun to play<br />all of these fightin games <br />if you believe that no hope remains<br />somebodys bloody and broken<br />youre humbled and feelin proven<br />it was a waste time<br />blinded by chivalry you're not a knight<br /><br />verse<br />ive assessed the situation<br />ive got a broken nose<br />my head is feelin sore<br />and i have some broken toes<br />i'm wounded<br />stubbornness and pride<br />i can fight real well<br />but im lost inside<br /><br />i yell out my insults<br />and i fall into fits<br />drawn into battle<br />i'm obscured by mists<br />i feel like a monster<br />i've done bad things<br />it was all for glory<br />pain is all i bring<br /><br />im definately no saint<br />what with all the blood on my hands<br />but i swear i have goals<br />i really do wanna be a better man<br />everybody knows <br />that i'm guilty on all counts<br />i'm a work in progress<br />but i'll climb the mountain<br /><br />some people like to say <br />that its fun to play <br />all those fighting games<br />every night every day<br />i was suckered and im broken <br />im humble and strong <br />i wasted my time <br />i was wrong all along<br /><br />toll has been taken<br />my wrongs are clear<br />friends are broken<br />knocked 'em out but i had no fear<br />hacked away at goodness<br />destroyed all things<br />i put my weapons away <br />and peace is what i bring<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-4802933658886886349?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-76039718114526674222011-06-07T11:32:00.001-07:002011-06-07T11:32:42.967-07:00when faced with a problem<br />and staring down guns<br />turn yourself<br />dont break out into run<br />but dont allow<br />your arms to fight<br />let it all go<br />and go home tonight<br /><br />dont let the people<br />who push you around<br />control your actions<br />run you into ground<br />they want you to lose it<br />to swing and booze up<br />but let it all go<br />and turn around<br /><br />its hard to be strong<br />in a new way<br />dont kick their asses<br />there will be a new day<br />save yourself<br />for worthwhile causes<br />dont get drawn<br />into the brawl<br /><br />chorus: <br />people do say<br />that its fun to play<br />fisticuffs<br />night and day<br />bloodied and brittle<br />humbled and strong<br />waste all your juice<br />righting wrongs <br /><br />verse<br />sitting on beds<br />contemplating nights<br />mistakes were made<br />friends in fights<br />drawn like a moth<br />you entered the flame<br />fell down the stairs<br />and played their game<br /><br />like a fool<br />you came home wronged<br />you had your bruises<br />and sang your songs<br />built yourself up<br />and felt quite good<br />but you threw punches<br />and thats no good<br /><br />chorus<br />all the people do say<br />thats its fun to play<br />fisticuffs<br />all night and day<br />they're bloodied and brittle<br />humbled and strong<br />wastin all your time<br />righting pointless wrongs<br /><br />verse<br />now im here<br />broken nose<br />head is sore<br />a few broken toes<br />what was it worth<br />a bit of pride<br />they took their licks<br />but youre dead inside<br /><br />yelling your cusses<br />and shaking your fists<br />drawn into the heat<br />thoughts in the mist<br />and you are a monster<br />you terrible thing<br />and in truth you stand<br />for chaos and binging<br /><br />youre no saint<br />with bloodstained hands<br />youve hurt your friends<br />and sullied the lands<br />now people all know<br />your guilt is clear<br />fighting your way<br />wasting your beer<br /><br />all people say<br />that its fun to play<br />fisticuffs<br />all night and day<br />bloodied nad brittle<br />humbled and strong<br />wasting time<br />righting pointless wrongs<br /><br />and when the damage it hits<br />you see your wrongs<br />your friends are hurt<br />while you sang your songs<br />hacking away<br />at the goodness around<br />put away those guns<br />and make peaceful sound<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-7603971811452667422?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-74231085355751532212011-06-03T15:50:00.000-07:002011-06-03T15:53:52.827-07:00Pain, she cries out, wince and stumble, clenched fist and gut, as the deck sways in the storm, and the wave wracks the bow. Onward we sail.<br /><br />Dying over and over inside the black wracks me cold and painful clutching at my soul and wrenching my heart I cough up black blood and smile<br /><br />The shudderng howl of wretched things stains my mind as I stumble through streets hazed and forgottn staggerng to the hovel where I may rest<br /><br />And through the pained darkness light shines with birds singing sweet songs of summer and whimsy while trees whether the heat stoic + tall<br /><br />Life is as it was and nothing seems changed only within does the writhing torment make itself known.<br /><br />With a pained step I pull myself through space and take myself to a better place to die in. So charming the moment that pain itself abates<br /><br />Tear choked eyes and weather beaten brow a man a husk of flesh and wretchedness spiraling through space drawn by sweet things a monster..<br /><br />Upon his back the weight of the world as the thundering sound of industry makes real the serene green space and gives edge to beauty..<br /><br />Swaying through walkways altogether disconnected and weary with heat and sadness laden down and torn apart a mangled man manages a smile.<br /><br />And a bite of the lip a deep breath in and a slight light feel brings some spring to step as old familiar meets cold and empty. Renewal.<br /><br />Alone but hopeful fucked and forlorn yet edgy and sparkling he staggers on through the the threshold to new warmth and worlds.<br /><br />And somehow if only held up from the inside like a scarecrw he blows in the wind and smiles, lets wounds hit breeze and listens to the birds<br /><br />Dark and depraved, wretched and hollow begins to change to hopeful. And though trespassed against with unpunishable crimes whimsy hits.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-7423108535575153221?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-13037595090283813232011-05-29T17:30:00.001-07:002011-05-29T17:30:56.396-07:00cerebral<br />we're on the edge today<br />we don't know what we're going to do<br />we're on the edge<br />we're in the hole<br />sitting in bed<br />mind smashed open and heart crushed<br />we're on the verge<br />we're on the edge<br />everythings collapsing<br />but we push on<br />we fight with the strength of all that we've seen and been<br />we are the sum of everything that came before us <br />that which drives us is within our soul<br />inherent the will to survive<br />we push through teh difficulty with dignity and class<br />as we find something nearby that makes everything make sense<br />we are fighting for meaning and for footing<br />the place ahead is murky but its better than this hole<br />and we want to find better ways to get ourselves out of this daze<br />we're stuck in the murk and grime as inside we just can't make it through<br />its a weird setup but we still have heart<br />and with a drink we have our moment<br />the time is right and we strive forward<br />everything makes sense<br />and we're making it do what needs done<br />and we don't let ourselves become run out without any<br />we'll make it to the place where we can do whats necessary<br />you can't hate just respect and appreciate<br />allow yourself to open up to other people while also maintaining your inner steeple<br />you are your people and you fight through the bullshit<br />and its better to allow yourself ot open up and experienceit<br />don't let yourself get taken over but instead allow yourself to experience<br />move through life and make certain your path is what you want it to be<br />life offers itself to you and you need to make something of the plate<br />the seizure necessary and something inevitable if you know whats best<br />you might instead fight it off and be by yourself<br />but you might find that if you allow yourself to let certain thinsg into your life<br />you might find happiness and equilibrium<br />choose your fights well<br />because each one takes alot out of you<br />you can't fight forever<br />and if you fight everything you will never win<br />so choose your fights wisely<br />make sure you don't waste your time<br />it's all improtant to make sure that you can get out<br />and if you can't then give out a shout<br />you will get help and thats all important<br />but if you don't bother to do anything then you'll be out<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-1303759509028381323?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-63594461431534172492011-05-28T15:34:00.001-07:002011-05-28T15:38:44.423-07:00this is kinda <strong>weird </strong>for me<br />ive got a <strong>broken heart</strong><br />but ive got a <strong>smile </strong>here<br />it doesnt <strong>hurt </strong>alot<br /><br />the girl she <strong>calls </strong>and we have talks<br />and think <strong>about the past</strong><br />we try to <strong>make sense </strong>of it all<br />and <strong>let it rest </strong>at last<br /><br />but i <strong>dont know </strong>why this is this<br />i <strong>dont get </strong>why we did it bad<br />but that seems to be how we are<br />i dont seem to know why it is<br /><br />we talk on phones nad have our words<br />and talk about the past<br />the girl is <strong>pissing me off </strong>now<br />she's really <strong>fuckin obsessed</strong><br /><br />she tells me she wants to talk now<br />and says ill call you back<br />she makes me wait and i get mad<br />and leave the room instead<br /><br />we go <strong>back and forth </strong>on this shit<br />we try to find a ground<br />a place where we can stop ourselves<br />and get to lost and found<br /><br />this is the way we do our thing<br />its sortof weird i know<br />but as we <strong>make our way</strong> through this<br />the <strong>pain </strong>does tend to grow<br /><br />and as the pani increases then<br />the tolerance goes up too<br />and i learn <strong>lessons through confessions</strong><br />thats got me through<br /><br />i sit through this and think about<br /><strong>all the wretched years</strong><br />we <strong>pulled our hair </strong>and didnt care<br />we truely had <strong>no fears</strong><br /><br />but such was that / <strong>doomed to fail</strong><br />we didn't know much<br />but we continued on woefully<br /><strong>held up by a crutch</strong><br /><br />we didnt know anything at all we just sat by and <strong>whined</strong><br />and if thats all we had then thats the way we <strong>passed our time</strong><br />and if it seems so strange to you then <strong>fuck off </strong>and get bent<br />we'll drink our booze and continue through the way we've always meant<br />i loved this girl more than the world and it shone quite clear<br />i love her deep and <strong>loved her dear </strong>but now we're spread and done<br />its always hard when you split up but this one was the worst<br />i loved her to the ends of tiem and ended up burst<br /><br />but this is how we make our way<br />we <strong>fight </strong>until the <strong>dawn </strong>of day<br />and find out how we can <strong>survive</strong><br />and then we'll <strong>grow </strong>and finally thrive<br /><br />we fought each other so damn hard with <strong>bloody knuckled fists</strong><br />we pushed our way through night and day and continued throgh <strong>the mists</strong><br />we didnt know where we were then and we just forged ahead<br />we just took ourselves and pushed on forth through the undead<br /><br />we never knew what we were through<br />we just pushed on instead<br />we never looked back, fuck that place<br />we just continued instead<br /><br />i loved her dear she loved me too we fought against ourselves<br />we tried to push our way through this but it just exploded instead<br />we found ourselves walking away and it was painful too<br />we didn't know what we were going to fucking do<br />but as we sat upon the edge we talked and <strong>toed the pool</strong><br />we felt ourselves falling instead into the world gloom<br />so we pushed ourselves and found our way through all the <strong>brakc and brine</strong><br />we managed tofight until we found a better place and time<br />it kept us <strong>strong </strong>and kept us good we knew we'd find it soon<br /><strong>we fought each other mother daugther son and father </strong>too<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-6359446143153417249?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-11474414382256119712011-05-28T01:01:00.000-07:002011-05-28T01:02:04.952-07:00i will fight til i get where i want<br />ll never give up and ill always try<br />ill be good and i swear that i wont be shit<br />cause ive got the goodness in my soul<br /><br />ill be fighting until i get to what is worth<br />and that will be my end<br />i will be content, i will stop the fight<br />i will sit and enjoy the world<br /><br />i will make sure that i will try to compete<br />i will make sure that they won't win<br />they will try to bring me down, they act like im some clown<br />but in the end i swear i'll win<br /><br />they think they'll pull me down<br />but instead they'll just frown<br />'cause i won't submit to their shitty ends<br />it'll take them by surprise<br />i'll get them in their eyes<br />'cause they won't see me coming then. <br /><br />i'll just make sure im good<br />i'll just run this whole hood<br />'cause im feeling good and they don't stand a chance<br />it's just kindof fuckin strange<br />that the world is of this age<br />and i'm really feeling restless in my soul<br /><br />i'm just standing fucking tall<br />as the wind begins to call<br />and the sky turns black and clear<br />as i walk about the streets<br />and walk past the drunken packs<br />it'll keep my nose clean thinking bout the end<br /><br />ill just keep on moving up<br />as the people tend to suck<br />and ill find a better place to end up<br />there's so many bastards here<br />they just make themselves clear<br />and i'll just skip over every one and say<br /><br />ive seen many fuckin wars<br />and ive been here before<br />ive just never thought id be back again<br />ive come back to these old streets<br />and ive talked to old peeps<br />they just keep be tangled up in this old place<br /><br />ive just fought another war<br />with another fuckin whore<br />and ive found myself lost again<br />this town dies at fuckin four<br />i really want some more<br />but that is the it this is the end<br /><br />now im studying all my work<br />and im working fuckin hard<br />just to try and make some sense<br />of this old fuckin guard<br />as they work on their own ways<br />they enshrine the good old days<br />and it really sees quite<br />to me<br /><br />but ive fought with all the weirds<br />and they remark about beards<br />as they dont have any fortitude themselves<br />theyre in awe of my style<br />it'll take them all awhile<br />jsut to get to where i am - thems the breaks<br /><br />but as i sit on my chair<br />and i imagine everywhere<br />all the dark and danced up dresses of the girls<br />bagels and gyros over here<br />as the crowd becomes clear<br />these are midnight dwellers communing in the night<br /><br />the dead black is thick<br />and the shots are strong<br />as we take our hits and move on to the bar<br />there's another place next door<br />lets go there and get some more<br />shots on me so no excuses lets drink more<br /><br />as we get to our place<br />you seem to ruin the place<br />and ill say youre a fuckin annoyin one<br />you waset all our fuckin time<br />and you sit back and whine<br />and expect us to take in your briny shit<br /><br />but i reckon you dont think<br />that i'd really call your stink<br />and its messin with my mind fuckin fool<br />just shut off that fuckin racket <br />lets just get on with our stroll<br />let adventures unfold before ourselves<br /><br />this is our fucked up town<br />and the people are so strange<br />revealing dresses and parted hair<br />designer fuckin clothes<br />and yoga regimines<br />workin out to show of muscles for the girlsi<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-1147441438225611971?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-72488843913332886062011-05-20T23:20:00.001-07:002011-05-20T23:20:18.929-07:00look at me<br />im feelin free<br />youre so good<br />good to me<br />im so big<br />entirely<br />full of shit<br />you dont seem to care so<br />im feelin good<br />as you so should<br />we'll be fine and<br />ill be free<br />you'l be OK<br />we'll be perfect<br />don't worry<br />you'll see<br /><br />here we are<br />under stars<br />you're ok <br />i'm OK<br />we'll be fine<br />don't worry, babe<br />you're inspirin<br />you're eyes are sparklin<br />we'll be fine, i swear<br />it's contagious<br />that smile you have<br />we'll be good I swear<br /><br />now its clear<br />celebrate<br />we'll be fine<br />that's our fate<br />don't worry<br />it's not our time<br />we'll be glowing*<br />time is flowing<br />you know me<br />i'll agree<br />we'll be floating<br />song is going<br />celebrate the feel<br /><br />here we are<br />don't worry<br />under stars<br />ccompletely free<br />don't look down<br />we're high up<br />don't be worrying*<br />don't be hurrying*<br />this is our time to stand**<br />it's contagious<br />that smile you have<br />changes worlds and minds...<br /><br />dont forget<br />you'll be fine<br />it's ok<br />it's alright<br />thing's are strange<br />you'll be fine<br />**don't lose faith girl<br />it's a strange world<br />you'll be OK<br />I swear...<br />**times are changing<br />life is bending<br />don't lose hope<br />you'll be fine<br /><br />we're ok<br />sun is here<br />new days dawn<br />has apeared<br />swept away<br />don't forget<br />**you'll be fine girl<br />don't lose your mind<br />don't let doctors<br />scare you<br />fight your way through<br />don't lose your soul<br />you'll be OK<br />i swear<br /><br />now its fine<br />doctors here<br />you'll be cool<br />its all clear<br />don't get worried<br />it's alright<br />**don't be frightened<br />they're helping out<br />you'll be OK, i swear<br />**it's contagious<br />that smile on your face<br />you'll be fine, i swear<br /><br />here we are<br />moment of truth<br />there they are<br />comin for you<br />don't be scared<br />you'll be safe<br />**its ok girl<br />don't let it change your world<br />you'll be ok<br />i swear<br />its a strange thing<br />dont let it hurt<br />it should be OK<br /><br />here we are<br />its alright<br />momentary dip<br />you'll be fine<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-7248884391333288606?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-33069769459817519012011-05-16T17:55:00.001-07:002011-05-16T17:55:34.751-07:00sitting on the ground, our gathering place (we talk with friends and plot our race)<br />in the sky above, so many bright lights (we count the starts and bid them good night)<br />astronomers in college, so full of themselves (they talk about the worlds certain end)<br />depressing sods, religious fools (they need to chill out and bend the rules)<br /><br />bums begging for change, i dont have any money (and if i had some i'd just buy a beer)<br />i'd buy a beer and suggest the same for them (but I won't buy them one that's not why i came here)<br />my local brew pub stood the test of time (the legendary high street addition)<br />scarlet and grey to drink and play (a barfight and cop cars a permanent fixture)<br /><br />an epic performance we had our fun (the people bobbed heads and cheers were earned)<br />we played our set written on whiskey reciepts (hastily written before our go)<br />the ground was shaken we stomped and danced (we caused a scene and cops were called)<br />drink your beers and laugh this is the end (dont go home sad, we had our fun)<br /><br />for those who linger, poor souls without friends (quite and covered but hearts full of gold)<br />the town is empty and a noble pursuit (so go for a walk and take a look)<br />the night is thick with blanketing darkness (the best time to roam without fear)<br />whipping air cold reminds of englands weather of old (one day ill return and sample that wind)<br /><br />our town is our playground in the night-time (we have our fun from day until night)<br />we are the players enjoying every move (the game is afoot and adventures abrew)<br />we roam around freely the blessing of our nation (walk without fear a wonderful thing)<br />without hesitation exploring and taking roads where they go (you never know where you'll end up bro)<br /><br />walking up concrete block by block (the mechanical nature of construction)<br />looking at trees older than hell (generations of man died while it grew)<br />looking at buildings concrete and tall (our fixation points and lights of the city)<br />listening to the breeze a whispering lullaby (singing us to sleep as we walk and sigh)<br /><br />ride on your bikes whipping air a beauty (ride through the stream and race through the air)<br />through empty streets at the right time (when people are gone and roads are bare)<br />rocks and pebbles bumping wheels the roads uneven (we never said it was luxery)<br />riding away from night until day (we make our way through the city lights)<br /><br />through the streets of our fair city (so old and grand and new all the same)<br />glide through the air as it whips around (and let yourself listen to the whipping sound)<br />people are sleeping, lying in beds (tired as hell from jobs worked hard)<br />on the bare streets, never know where you'll go (thats the adventure of the open road)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-3306976945981751901?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-40506408692455302562011-04-28T14:03:00.000-07:002011-04-28T14:04:19.478-07:00sitting in a room with people unknown<br />as i push down the keys and in my mind groan<br />one too many coffees drunk by me<br />im just caught in the drift of this magnificent sea<br />ive got before me a great challenge indeed<br />a test im destined to fail it seems<br />but i tell myself not to worry, that its not worth the frenzy<br />to just rest up and spare myself the fencing<br />im adrift but am buoyed by familiar things<br />those noises that draw my heart open with strings<br />and home now empty beckons to me<br />it says please treat me gently <br />ive abused the walls<br />the carpet has been thrashed<br />ive drunk too many pints<br />my brain has been mashed<br />but im still in school<br />getting a degree<br />although my girl<br />has moved away from me<br />it hurts and it feels so strange to say<br />that things have turned out quite this way<br />but she will come back home one day<br />at least thats what she'll say<br />i'd rather it turn out that way to be honest<br />it's not a decent prospect<br />to imagine being alone in this place<br />its a time and a place i'd rather just erase<br />but facing the music is my british stiff lip<br />its there inside me and with a quip<br />im off to the races and doing my thing<br />its that american laborer and indian ping<br />the pc is old and probably all dusty<br />and im an all dried up crabby and musty<br />but ive got a test to throw myself upon<br />we'll go get this done and we'll then go back home.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-4050640869245530256?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-40052869277242683382011-01-16T20:35:00.001-08:002011-01-16T20:35:19.001-08:00a whirring noise<br />in a room with people<br />lights ablaze<br />minds feeling feeble<br />printer a-humming<br />and voice overhead<br />cool breeze blowing<br />encroaching dread<br />caffinated conviction<br />and approaching memorial<br />scratched down scalp<br />gettin back that old time feel<br />learning to talk with a better mode<br />more deep and eprsonal with conviction<br />the thrill of the moment back in hand<br />freeing myself from malediction<br />accepting the help from the outside world<br />and making a few friends on the way<br />new years eve passes pleasantly<br />as night turns into day<br />cool winter breeze and snow on the ground<br />poorly put together backpack<br />printer fees cheap but a hassle all the same<br />comedy magazines all whack<br />student org fairs and pizzas slices<br />seven dollar large for the win<br />intervews on screens loud for all to hear<br />competing egos creating a din<br />girlfriend at home and me at the keys<br />electronic ciggarettes are around<br />stress the trigger for our addictive processes<br />keep both feet firmly on the ground<br />heart feels sore as the chemical takes hold<br />and old vows are now remembered<br />this modern life stresses our bodies out<br />hot tubs keep our souls tethered.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-4005286927724268338?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-82697994654214598162010-12-17T10:31:00.000-08:002010-12-17T10:33:57.632-08:00don't hurt too much. <br />don't linger please pick yourself up.<br />we like to see you smiling bright,<br />so do us a favor and set yourself right.<br />goodnight. <br /><br />do you remember the first time that we walked outside when the sun was down and all the people were gone and the streets were empty and all the things were closed except for us we were the only things moving in the city its so big the city its so big the city was so snug and no people on the streets and i remember. <br /><br />what a feeling!<br />i remember!<br />i love it!<br />i remember!<br /><br />hoo<br />hoo<br />hoo<br />hoo<br /><br />i've got my,<br />smile.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-8269799465421459816?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-19849351573526497252010-04-04T16:37:00.001-07:002010-04-04T16:37:51.349-07:00lonely as can be i'm alone<br />this was once a warm home<br />she can't stand me<br />i'm too demanding<br />im scared she's gone for good<br />had enough<br />i called her phone but<br />she would have none of that stuff<br />this aint no bluff<br />she's done with me<br />this could be the end<br />we'll just have to see<br />this year and a half<br />amazing<br />we'll just have to see if she<br />wants to stay with this thing<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-1984935157352649725?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-69382079945504538452010-04-04T16:34:00.001-07:002010-04-04T16:34:27.338-07:00funny that she used to say that i never wrote songs about her<br />here's one for her 'cause she left me... so quick<br />i like to get things outa the way, talk them over<br />she doesn't like it she says i'm just a dick<br />and i guess she had enough<br />she drove away<br />and i don't know where she is<br />she just drove away<br />like a loser im singin about my girl<br />didnt have the guts to follow where she went<br />sometimes she has had just enough of me<br />even though sometimes i swear she's heavensent<br />and i'm scared that she don't want me<br />maybe she's just had enough of this<br />maybe that kiss was our last kiss<br />hardly memory don't want it to end like this<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-6938207994550453845?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-88618434495348271572010-04-04T16:29:00.000-07:002010-04-04T16:30:04.129-07:00she won't pickup her phone<br />i'm left all on my own<br />weather's nice but there's nobody home<br />she drove away<br />she was nice but then she left<br />wouldn't pick her phone again<br />kinda hurts, its a dull pain<br />she drove away<br />we used to have fights our own way<br />but nowadays she just never wants to play<br />gotta have everything exactly her own way<br />she had enough took my car and drove far away<br />took my wallet can't go to a bar<br />she's got school so she can't go far<br />drove right away in my old camry car<br />yeah she drove away<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-8861843449534827157?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-17583553265013238582010-04-04T16:25:00.003-07:002010-04-04T16:25:59.050-07:00not the best situation to be in<br />not the best feelin to have<br />my girls gone and there's nothin to do<br />i can't even get mad<br />too sad to cry too uptight<br />but the moment seems right<br />i called her sister and she said<br />it'll be fine<br />she drove away<br />and took my car<br />got my wallet in her bag<br />hope she didn't go far<br />i can't talk to her<br />'cause she won't let me<br />it might be all over<br />and that'd be disappointing<br />'cause she's a nice girl<br />and it's been alright<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-1758355326501323858?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-75765061222381483032010-04-04T16:22:00.001-07:002010-04-04T16:22:37.557-07:00the girl is gone and im all alone<br />she left me here in this empty home<br />went for a drive and took my wallet<br />left her sister's hat, took my wallet<br />now im sittin on the floor<br />and im singin songs<br />sun is out and the weathers fine<br />takin things that dont belong<br />we might be breakin up<br />but we had a good run<br />tryin to get myself prepared<br />was a good one<br />my girl is gone<br />and im helpless<br />got ringin ears<br />and her sister can't help this<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-7576506122238148303?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-62340358011158426412010-04-04T16:18:00.000-07:002010-04-04T16:19:19.995-07:00i am defeated<br />things didnt go my way<br />my girls gone<br />on this sweet sunny day<br />she left me talkin<br />i hadn't said my fill<br />but she had a spell<br />and claimed she was ill<br />she was gone in a flash and i was all alone<br />not all that cool<br />i feel like that brown kid we met at the bar<br />just a fool<br />she's gone and i'm all alone<br />itsa kinda shitty way to be<br />won't pick up the cell phone<br />i get the answerin machine<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-6234035801115842641?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-55213640926976404892010-04-04T13:33:00.001-07:002010-04-04T13:33:50.873-07:00sun shines down from window sill<br />as wooden table overflows<br />boxes bags and newspaper clippings<br />through the window grass grows<br />and bottles all paired from seperate excursions<br />and cookie dough box laying empty<br />miniature guitar propped along the wall<br />and socks about aplenty<br />refrigerater hum and continual drone<br />and shadow from shade makers clear<br />green glass, white glass, white wall around<br />a fan overhead quite near<br />windows and windows and shades and tape<br />pillows to sit on and lean<br />motor free vaccuum to clean up the floor<br />sun glinting with white sheen<br />paper and plastic and rasberry sauce<br />unwanted onion in a pile<br />table top covers and boxed food directions<br />plastic bottles placed with style<br />mcdonalds bag and pamplets and sushi spot clippings<br />yellow tissue crumpled on the top<br />green tie off lying unused and folded<br />when will the refrigerator stop?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-5521364092697640489?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-80463686364428200572010-04-04T10:00:00.000-07:002010-04-04T10:01:13.109-07:00an apartment from the 50's<br />and weather in the 90's <br />has us second guessing<br />backhandedly confessing<br />we're not sure about this place<br />brown skin indian claiment<br />open mic empty and host desperate<br />irate subway worker demanding payment<br />classes are clustered with silent sorts<br />teachers often seeking favorites<br />do the reading twelve pages an hour<br />we'll get this degree done in bits<br />grass is green and rabits frolic<br />trash piles in corners here<br />pizza from before piles in the fridge<br />been awhile since we've bought a beer<br />bro culture seems prevalent here<br />swap your stories and sip your beer<br />drive downtown to the gay side<br />things seem a little more queer<br />uptight pansies on the whole for the town<br />none of these have been through our fare<br />we learned to stare down the worst of the town<br />yep good times from back over there<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-8046368636442820057?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-41014466711581833172010-04-04T09:55:00.000-07:002010-04-04T09:56:11.312-07:00glorify the drink and get your degree<br />lsd an expression of cool<br />these people havent learned enough about life<br />balding and single the lonely fool<br />bring a net date to your sisters birthday<br />build a program to get laid<br />chair of the committee on the night of the show<br />left without a girl or getting paid<br />greasy pizza spot tabletop drumming<br />battle of egos and game flexing single dude<br />cheating girlfriend obvious in our midst<br />paranoid intelligence with feigned attitude<br />the pool table room is our only escape<br />the bathroom barely habitable<br />the paranoid door guy long haired and fuzzy<br />we were promised gold and it was all bull<br />people dont show and dont bother calling<br />yet they want you to consider them friends<br />theyre a strange type in this town here<br />on the whole they seem rather dense<br />but its our home for now we study here<br />we're now workers of the pen and book<br />perhaps we'll get degrees and be financially stable<br />what the hell, it's worth a second look<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-4101446671158183317?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-41922993368522890862010-04-04T09:51:00.001-07:002010-04-04T09:51:31.104-07:00bar room antics at a birthday party<br />half balding brother's creation<br />alot of quiet people sitting sideways<br />a certain tense anticipation<br />the product of osu no doubt<br />brown skin kid with no clout<br />black kid in white standing outside<br />another black kid calls him a member of his tribe<br />drums too loud and guitar too distorted<br />our hearing ability seems to be forfeit<br />nobodys getting laid tonight save me<br />and thats a sad sight considering we're going steady<br />fools on phones talkin about nonsense<br />girls with game swapping dates<br />brew swigged by the former AA member<br />nobodys getting laid at this rate<br />a few glances at the bubbles<br />always an idiotic thing to say<br />a swarm of thugs rolls down the road<br />in the typical cleveland way<br />trying to get a bottle when there's no need to get it<br />our ambassador does the talking for us<br />go inside and come back again<br />most of them left no fuss.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-4192299336852289086?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-74725044267705943542010-04-04T09:43:00.001-07:002010-04-04T09:43:31.936-07:00-cant write a song<br />words dont flow<br />mind blocked<br />barricade wont go<br />-drums too loud<br />ears tend to ring<br />guitar distorted<br />too loud to sing<br />-exaggerated kid<br />with psychadelic glasses<br />dancin in the floor<br />caterin to the masses<br />-flashin girls signs<br />with a girlfriend to the right<br />things seem weird here<br />and then later in the night<br />-when the kid got up to pay<br />his girl started to play<br />and our friend J<br />had his day made<br />-turned down by his sweetheart<br />the kids heart smarting<br />yet pulls out the game<br />and then things began starting<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-7472504426770594354?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-76929253150344483592010-02-13T01:18:00.000-08:002010-02-13T01:19:01.828-08:00Well at least you see me in this place<br />I'm still here. im a disgrace<br />I've spent years, in this basement<br />listen to my fears. parental controllment.<br />But I'm breaking away, yes i am<br />and I'm gonna drive as far as i can*<br />it'll take me all of my might*<br />but I will be free tomorrow night.*<br />That's what they want you to do.<br />Just stay and cry about shoes.<br />My hole lets water inside.<br />But I can do better, I'll confide.<br />You know me so well yeah<br />I will get my own plot I swear.<br />You see me struggle so much,<br />but im done i'll... so and such.<br />Well this is my life and I can't run away<br />but I'll fight until I get a better day.<br />You see me lookin in the mirror over there. Don't despair<br />'cause I got tricks up my sleeve, don't you stop believing<br />I've got a trick, and i think i'll make it<br />cause I've got a girl who will help me forsake this.<br />we'll make mincemeat of this problem within<br />and soon we'll be livin free, like we're meant to be.<br />And that's when you saw me there.<br />I was on the edge I swear.<br />When we come to new solutions<br />I'll be here and avoid the confusion.<br />Yes you know me you've seen me all year.<br />I've been standing tall and though I've had fears,<br />I will be walkin tall under the stars<br />and I will be talkin about dreams including mars.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-7692925315034448359?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-69653892228878194182010-02-08T00:32:00.000-08:002010-02-08T00:33:19.815-08:00westward we drive / <br />on the highway tonight<br />oh we're feelin fine / <br />feelin alright<br />sunset on the road / <br />keepin us light<br />sigur ros soundin good / <br />orange juice given us might<br />oh, woah woah, we're on the run<br />oh, woah woah woah, yeah we're on the run<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-6965389222887819418?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-68971474306626932492010-02-07T02:01:00.001-08:002010-02-07T02:01:31.147-08:004englands shore/<br />jurassic coast/<br />mossy hills/<br />duffel coat<br />8old cobblestone/<br />bungalow building/<br />roman history/<br />fence post missing<br />12uncle bob/<br />aunty kora/<br />video brothers/<br />candy store<br />16icecream man/<br />milk delivery/<br />take away/<br />cricket recovery<br />20indian friend/<br />dad's aquaintence/<br />heart and soul/<br />house needs maintenance<br />24nursing home/<br />desktop computer/<br />sloped backyard/<br />tree cutting polluter<br />28uniformed excellence/<br />500 year old/<br />roam the hills/<br />with compass be bold<br />32fold paper/<br />make a crane/<br />kick the ball/<br />when free we game<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-6897147430662693249?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-53900638467568994512010-02-04T15:54:00.001-08:002010-02-04T15:54:44.986-08:00going to iceland in search of magic<br />magic in the ice<br />magic in the moss<br />magic in the mist<br />magic in the rock<br />its deeply personal<br />you can't compete<br />in the horse<br />in the sleet<br />the green and sun<br />the frost and peak<br />wooden pegs<br />the hills speak<br />ancient earth<br />elfen land<br />dwarvish rock<br />troll island<br />immense scene<br />frosty lake<br />ice formation<br />volcanic shake<br />purple cloud<br />seldom seen tree<br />black rock hill<br />arctic sea<br />warm sun glow<br />rocky formation<br />waterfall sleek<br />grass plantation<br />dark gothic green<br />industrial blue<br />mohawk horse<br />frozen drop dew.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-5390063846756899451?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-22260888519177559902010-02-02T20:30:00.001-08:002010-02-02T20:30:52.258-08:004england would be cool/<br />familiar place/<br />british accent/<br />and my own space<br />8a small isle/<br />that ruled the world/<br />cobblestone brick/<br />and my american girl<br />12happy walks/<br />on sandy beaches/<br />curious toads/<br />and stoney reaches<br />16rainy weather/<br />a welcome addition/<br />soccer played/<br />in all weathers condition<br />20pub crawl history/<br />green hedge boundary/ <br />hedgehog sighted / <br />trotting happily<br />24old growth forest/<br />peak district/<br />manchester's music/<br />history of the pict<br />28viking artifacts/<br />roman ruins/<br />ancient baths/<br />stonehenge druids<br />32old school hall/<br />blacktop play/<br />tag enjoyed/<br />come to england ok?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-2226088851917755990?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-28262187089945277032010-02-01T20:47:00.000-08:002010-02-01T20:48:17.563-08:004sigur ros is cool/<br />positive band/<br />positive vibes/<br />from iceland<br />8jonsi the singer/<br />bow in hand/<br />drops falsetto ballads/<br />on demand<br />12bjork helps/<br />over at natura/<br />icelandic show/<br />look at them go<br />16the crowd smiles / <br />jonsi sings / <br />guitar in hand / <br />like angel wings<br />20and the vibe he brings / <br />quite good indeed / <br />their music positive / <br />their song a good deed<br />24songs of elves / <br />and icelandic breeze / <br />they know how to write / <br />good songs are these<br />28relaxes you and / <br />inspires smiles / <br />post rock done right / <br />sun rays for miles<br />32breeze blowing / <br />grass swaying / <br />sun shining / <br />sigur ros playing<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-2826218708994527703?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-75648099818637551752010-01-27T17:42:00.001-08:002010-01-27T17:42:50.470-08:004the day i met this girl/ <br />she changed my world / <br />in that bar/ <br />like no other girl<br />8we sat there / <br />caught in a stare / <br />she heard me play / <br />like noone else was there<br />12came over to me / <br />asked for a number / <br />i got nervous / <br />nearly made a blunder<br />16told her no phone / <br />but she pushed / <br />gave me hers / <br />and i was cooked<br />20we moved in/<br />didn't bother dating/<br />never did before/<br />whole thing elating<br />24and we started our thing/<br />in the streets of columbus/<br />a lesbian/<br />and an indian with rust<br />28we left that town/<br />moved in with my folks/<br />had a decent year/<br />and changed out our yolks<br />32saw the country/<br />and made some plans/<br />went to college/<br />explored the land<br />36now we're here/<br />guitar in hand/<br />small toy thing/<br />with big plans<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-7564809981863755175?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-17864587236724697662010-01-27T06:32:00.000-08:002010-01-27T06:33:10.623-08:00this's a positive song<br />at least one that you can try to sing along<br />dont get down when you hum this one<br />'cause i want you to be a smiling chum<br />there's positives in every shadow<br />and every dark place has a brighter part<br />we keep these things rolling and things'll be good<br />we're about to get to a good part<br />smiles hide behind tears sometimes<br />and bright eyes pierce through the fog<br />happiness can be afraid to show its face<br />but its there smiling crouched in a log<br />there's boundless joy in every person<br />the celebration of a living thing<br />the cycle of life lava and stars<br />the whispers of wind good things will bring<br />laughter pure and bliss thick<br />the gleam a pearl of childhood<br />the buzz in the back of your weary mind<br />spontanous runs through the wood<br />tell stories about fairies and elves<br />around a camp fire make shadow faces<br />never lose that sense of wonder<br />a lucky card draw pullin up the aces<br />become an explorer and see new things<br />save the world from evil<br />be a hero and change the world<br />childhood dreams of evil kanevil<br />clasped hands and warm spirits<br />high mood and festive time<br />celebrate the unity<br />come together and enjoy playful rhyme<br />marvel at the moon and count the stars<br />lie on your back on a hill<br />go ice skating and hold hands<br />count dewdrops on the window sill<br />take a picture of the coolest thing<br />and show off your new guitar chord<br />talk about your latest dream<br />draw a rainbow on your chalk board<br />fill the car with our adventure supplies<br />switch to long range communication<br />drive down roads with beautiful skies<br />swirly nature creation<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-1786458723672469766?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-36326697346693957262010-01-23T17:33:00.000-08:002010-01-23T17:34:13.849-08:00chorus<br />1theres a bad feelin in my stomache<br />and it just wont go away.<br />ive heard so many bad thoughts<br />and it's been a rough day.<br /><br />i'm an optimist and i won't be downed by this'<br />i will stand tall i won't fall prey to this dis<br />like a kiss from a person that wants me gone<br />i knew about this all along<br />i wrote this colorful song<br />to sing along<br />to open my eyes<br />throw down the disguise<br />expose the lies<br />oh such lies<br />throw dirt in my eyes<br /><br /><br />1theres a bad feelin in my stomache<br />and it just wont go away.<br />ive heard so many bad thoughts<br />and it's been a rough day.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-3632669734669395726?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-84662159149131702212010-01-23T11:24:00.001-08:002010-01-23T11:24:34.146-08:00your art is a waste of time<br />you should just get a job or go to school<br />and all you do is whine<br />wastin your time and actin a fool<br />why don't you go make some money<br />all you do is spend mine<br />society doesnt accept you<br />so why the hell should i?<br /><br />your art is a waste of time<br />you never do anything good<br />you cut your hair and fucked us all/ cut your hair and disappointed us all<br />just like the americans would.<br />you went and got a girl. <br />now we can't have any friends<br />if they came here they'd shun us all<br />we want to have dinners again<br /><br />your music is noisy and bad<br />why can't you get a degree?<br />we wanted a doctor and got you instead<br />you leave us in misery.<br />now listen to what i have to say<br />ive got nothing good to speak<br />but hold still and let me talk to you<br />i guarentee it'll be bleak. <br /><br />so break up with your girlfriend and move out of here<br />grow that beard back and quit your career<br />we've tried to be completely clear,<br />you can be a liberal, but not here<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-8466215914913170221?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-78274276899915767952010-01-20T00:50:00.000-08:002010-01-20T00:51:04.252-08:00a mom email<br />nothing special<br />just more bitching<br />really what the hell<br />i try to make this work<br />but she makes it so difficult<br />apparently you can't say the wrong word<br />hypocrisy is the house she built<br />it strange to have such back n forth<br />with a lady who caused such pain<br />cut my hair then recieved the treament<br />bow my head in shame<br />they smile gleefully and rubbed hands satisfied<br />they'd managed to hit their mark<br />and over time the soul drained<br />my life lost it's spark<br />but now i've got something back again<br />something with which i can do much<br />and she can only see herself in the mirror<br />hiding behind lies as a crutch<br />but we'll move out either way<br />and she'll lose her chance on me<br />relationships are a choice <br />and aren't based on infinity<br />she'll find i'm gone and perhaps be sad<br />and that'll be well earned<br />you can't force a relationship<br />especially with people you've spurned<br />the tears and tales are wearing me down<br />you wear your ignorance like a bubble<br />hide yourself from any personal problems<br />under canopy you huddle<br />but its honestly a waste of time<br />she gives us a bad vibe<br />and while i'm giving her the grace of the moment<br />she's not of my tribe<br />the hair shun and side talk<br />all's taken toll<br />and i'm older now not acting their slave<br />pains made me bold<br />so here we sit facing bright future<br />with darkness in our past<br />and if she doesn't tread carefully<br />this relationship won't last<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-7827427689991576795?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-24780373234985840432010-01-19T07:17:00.001-08:002010-01-19T07:17:46.003-08:00friends in the basement<br />with a weird mess<br />a tempermental estrangement<br />obscures the rest<br />put the list together<br />and plan it out<br />we'll get it all together<br />before we go down<br />we'll confront them about<br />all the nonsense from before<br />damn the consequences<br />WE WANT MORE!<br />and so we whet our taste<br />and build our dream<br />we'll express ourself<br />smiles gleam<br />down we'll march<br />into the dark cavern<br />where the beast slumper <br />without aid or lantern<br />breakfast in bed<br />a feast indeed<br />fill the bellies<br />what the fillies need<br />gather the troops<br />inspire the ranks<br />march down steps<br />creaky planks<br />the danger awaits<br />the conclusion thrilling<br />eagerly awating<br />drink spilling<br />soft music plays<br />as we gather ourself<br />we go downstairs<br />channel an icelandic elf<br />and be speakers <br />of our own mind<br />to those denizens below<br />of the persuasion unkind<br />and we'll get response<br />good or bad<br />and we'll feel better<br />vindicated just a tad<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-2478037323498584043?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-15039438028232698912010-01-17T18:17:00.001-08:002010-01-17T18:17:23.974-08:00so schools over<br />but things didnt work out<br />im not sure what happened<br />or what thats all about<br />but i got my diploma<br />and im done with that<br />but for some reason<br />it wont get off by back<br />i need to move on<br />but its hard to do<br />so many things to say<br />lot of healing to go through<br />the kids were crazy<br />and the teachers fucked<br />i was forced to be there<br />it fuckin sucked<br />they took me to japan<br />that was kinda nice<br />recorded an album<br />and offered advice<br />they sent me to china<br />took a photography course<br />but it wasn't all great<br />the pit of evil's source<br />i had shit on my head<br />not of my choosing<br />and to the other kids<br />it was quite confusing<br />they had all their cliques<br />i didn't fit in<br />not even with brown kids<br />it was deeper than skin<br />i didn't belong<br />taken from my home<br />and this was prison<br />not a place of my own<br />in the end i'd skip<br />and skated by<br />it wasn't hard<br />they didn't want me to try<br />but i managed a show<br />upon the stage in the commons<br />got a standing ovation<br />like henry rollins<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-1503943802823269891?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-48794812906055775752010-01-17T00:24:00.000-08:002010-01-17T00:29:53.285-08:00the punks seem cool<br />with their rock n roll<br />dyed hair<br />and ideals<br />the goths with the makeup<br />doom and gloom<br />manson screams<br />bang and boom<br />there's alotta cool music out there<br />from past times<br />they're tried alot of shit<br />wrote alot of rhymes<br />we in our current era<br />with uptight singers<br />doesnt quite seem fair<br />we've got no dead ringers<br />but there's always the records<br />hits of the past<br />to listen through the day<br />ones we'd once laid to rest<br />blastin back old sounds<br />keepin us inspired<br />moment of creativety<br />by history's words we're wired<br />and get back to the page<br />start again fresh<br />never know what you'll say<br />never know what you'll get<br />there's times of celebration<br />and times of darkness<br />nowadays it seems like<br />we're in the midst of harshness<br />but through the gloom<br />the light shines through<br />we'll make this room move<br />with the power of the groove<br />forget the problems<br />recognize the point<br />that we're all alive<br />and we should rock this joint<br />out we'll go<br />smiles ablaze<br />steppin tall<br />emerge from the haze<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-4879481290605577575?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-3740578649392819852010-01-16T21:42:00.001-08:002010-01-16T21:42:27.779-08:00the feminists hate me 'cause i'm a dude. the white kids hate me 'cause i'm brown. the conservatives hate me 'cause i'm liberal. the xenophobes hate me 'cause im an immigrant. the indians hate me 'cause im westernized. my family hates me 'cause i cut my hair. the scene hates me 'cause i'm weird. i'm hated everywhere.<br />i wanna get out<br />will you let me in<br />im tired of bein here<br />feel the crawl in my skin<br />____<br />i wanna go away<br />far from all this mess<br />can you help me leave this place<br />im desperate<br />been here for too long<br />im nearly gone<br />been a tough time here<br />i wanna run<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-374057864939281985?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-2050287566517998012010-01-14T17:55:00.001-08:002010-01-14T17:55:24.650-08:00basement blues<br />lost in clues<br />don't be rude<br />or be a prude<br />we're controlled<br />by borderline robots<br />lost the trick<br />we forgot<br />live it wel<br />and smile real big<br />moments pass<br />drive with a rig<br />get yourself<br />further up<br />don't want<br />to get fucked up<br />but such is the case<br />in this crazy town<br />everyones conservative<br />theyre all around<br />we try the west<br />and get a taste<br />seems the best<br />but maybe a waste<br />we're still in the country<br />which ain't the plan<br />chart a course<br />and leave this land<br />but we're here now<br />and she wants a degree<br />not sure why<br />since knowledge is free<br />but such is the case<br />im not sure where we're goin<br />runnin the race<br />with rats aflowin<br />and eyes a'glow<br />and will soaring<br />we'll make there<br />or else be boring<br />so while we mull<br />and sit still <br />we stand real tall<br />upon the hill<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-205028756651799801?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-17786807166450754932010-01-11T15:40:00.001-08:002010-01-11T15:40:32.762-08:00sigur ros on the stereo<br />ringin in the ears<br />got out the studio<br />gathered up the tears<br />played the old songs<br />for my old friend<br />kinda decent stuff<br />when you look at it in the end<br />but it wasn't quite as good<br />not quite what i'd hoped for<br />but you know me<br />always wanting more<br />i just think i could do better<br />kinda makes me wanna quit<br />but anita thinks different<br />says don't give a shit<br />so im trying it her way<br />with ringing ears<br />though i'd be better off<br />not focusing on past years<br />scratched my head<br />and kinda know why<br />im learnin about myself<br />complicated guy<br />icelands beckoning<br />im behind a desk<br />but by my reckoning<br />you could call this a test<br />college is calling<br />anita's taking note<br />she wants a degree<br />i'd prefer a boat<br />we've gotta make this work<br />i felt the connection<br />can't let that go<br />time for correction<br />perhaps we'll stay<br />maybe we'll go<br />wherever we are<br />hard work for sho<br />and in the end<br />with our accolades shining<br />we'll be smiling<br />and good fortunes compiling<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-1778680716645075493?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-29544606092779070412010-01-10T14:58:00.001-08:002010-01-10T14:58:59.720-08:00studio is where im about to be<br />its a fun place cant you see<br />dont you wish you were me<br />today i'll run completely free<br /><br />we've written songs for years<br />lost friends along the way<br />collected blood and tears<br />to sing and save the day<br />now's the chance for redemption<br />with our day in the studio<br />get the MIC's attention<br />as our faces glow<br /><br />studio is where im about to be<br />its a fun place cant you see<br />dont you wish you were me<br />today i'll run completely free<br /><br />it's been a long road<br />but we're still walking strong<br />lost the kid awhile ago<br />but still sung the song<br />a bunch of punks<br />and stoned out fools<br />we're back again<br />we changed the rules<br /><br />now we're here<br />it's a beautiful thing<br />finally have<br />the chance to sing<br />in the box<br />with the mic<br />the song clutch<br />sing what we like<br /><br />studio is where im about to be<br />its a fun place cant you see<br />dont you wish you were me<br />today i'll run completely free<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-2954460609277907041?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-21487348627965957742010-01-03T12:28:00.001-08:002010-01-03T12:28:33.810-08:00sittin in a room<br />filled with gloom<br />ill fetch a broom<br />and sweep it all away<br />sittin by the light<br />in the middle of the night<br />the moon is shining bright<br />it sweeps us far away<br />and as we wonder bout the things<br />that seem to follow us<br />we'll sit and see what new day brings<br />we plan to take the bus<br />and as we glance outside the room<br />birds dance away<br />as sun rises over gloom<br />it warms our winters day<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-2148734862796595774?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-54086280828103645442009-12-27T05:40:00.000-08:002009-12-27T05:41:04.576-08:001doherty's got the stuff<br />impressive words without being gruff<br />from my own native england<br />this guys not tryin to bluff<br />2has me thinkin bout myself<br />and about everybody else<br />walk away from the bad things<br />and then see what the day brings<br />3this is the meaning of avoiding the bad<br />making sure yourenot a cheap fad<br />just keep the style going and keep yourself rad<br />just dont try to drive yourself mad<br />4and as we sit at the table<br />and i feel so very unstable<br />i feel better now that im here<br />at least that much seems clear<br />5we're keepin ourselves clean<br />and without even havin to be mean<br />we've got ourselves a real decent scene<br />it's the sortof thing that'll make your eyes gleam<br />6and they say the dudes off his rocker<br />that he's just a smooth talker<br />but i think he's ahead of the game<br />and i'll certainly never be the same<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-5408628082810364544?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-75393550340110900522009-12-24T09:34:00.000-08:002009-12-24T09:35:03.908-08:00sittin in the basement<br />got the music on<br />places empty<br />and the curtains half drawn<br />floors clean<br />and girls gone<br />im sittin here<br />the only one<br />cups around<br />and keyboard leaning<br />chair stacked full<br />and fridge not running<br />carpet strange <br />and mic cocked<br />laptop on<br />the studio rocked<br />plates on the floor<br />pictures on the wall<br />tv to the side<br />light shining on it all<br />fan far away<br />the air rather cool<br />bed with blanket<br />me far like a fool<br />tree fallen down<br />and sky cloudy grey<br />a bit of snow<br />cold wintry day<br />christmas tomorrow<br />not really my thing<br />girlfriends out<br />we'll see what she'll bring<br />feet cold<br />and socks hidden<br />plates stacked<br />i got her a green mitten<br />san francisco soon<br />might be moving<br />get a new place<br />that's where we'll be schooling<br />and when we're there<br />we'll enjoy the sea<br />hot weather<br />and calm we'll be<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-7539355034011090052?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-46109241310690823242009-11-02T10:19:00.001-08:002009-11-02T10:19:47.973-08:00the televisions on<br />and the cider's poured<br />beds comfy<br />and the lady's ignored<br />windows are closed<br />and the airs cold<br />the air conditioning<br />seems pretty old<br />my girls out gone<br />she's out at the place<br />gettin clothes done<br />at a reasonable pace<br />a man yesterday<br />asked us our opinion<br />tryin to get a cheap spot<br />but we didnt know of one<br />the snarls and stares<br />are everywhere<br />you can't escape 'em<br />its not quite fair<br />but as we sit<br />in the room<br />we wonder about<br />what to do<br />and times pass slow<br />when youve got nothing to do<br />but they say boredom<br />can make you do something new<br />alot of films<br />have been made when theyre bored<br />and i guess thats key<br />could be your own lord<br />luxery here<br />is everywhere<br />and its not worth the cash<br />and its really not fair<br />the old streets<br />are bumpy as fuck<br />and theyre not worth the preservation<br />but might be good luck<br />and the towns pretty old<br />the people pretty weird<br />we'll walk around town<br />probably feared.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-4610924131069082324?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-47531006436453494072009-11-02T09:54:00.001-08:002009-11-02T09:54:38.417-08:00the vaccuum's started<br />as the lady's comin<br />better beware<br />if you're slummin<br />the streets outside<br />covered with people<br />seldem seen<br />are the church steeples<br />the benches in parks<br />dogs on leashes<br />the people of here<br />are of a different species<br />you cant be friendly<br />theyre all trying to stare<br />snarling faces<br />pasted everywhere<br />everythings old<br />the rules are strict<br />feel kinda bored<br />as they issue an edict<br />the foods expensive<br />and not that great<br />comes from the sea<br />a fishy fate<br />the nets that get 'em<br />cast in the morning<br />sailors out<br />never caught snoring<br />theyve got old boats<br />big sailing ships<br />walk on streets<br />just like this<br />grab a bite<br />and have a word<br />they like to fight<br />mums the word<br />play the pubs<br />and leave by ten<br />they dont want you<br />ever again<br />and thats the way<br />they like it here<br />keep your head down<br />live in fear<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-4753100643645349407?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-13815802517999673602009-10-27T08:35:00.000-07:002009-10-27T08:36:20.390-07:00room is dim<br />and im startin to write<br />these people suck<br />and im startin to fight<br />feels better<br />got a short fuse<br />fight 'em off<br />avoid the abuse<br />dont let 'em push you<br />people forget their place<br />misery should be avoided<br />respect my space<br />but instead they push<br />and shoulder my shoulder<br />kinda weird<br />like a human boulder<br />leave the sidewalk<br />and talk in the park<br />people with crowds<br />town in the dark<br />itchy face<br />shower waitin<br />paste in the sink<br />women faintin<br />skin surprises<br />uptight fools<br />fight too much<br />too many rules<br />back home, columbus<br />the people doubt<br />when i say wales<br />think im a lout<br />but thats their mistake<br />dont know better<br />better this way<br />i need a sweater<br />wind is cold<br />with the ac on<br />steps in the hallway<br />a porcelain jon<br />tables shift<br />and chair in place<br />gotta admit<br />dont mind this place<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-1381580251799967360?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-2630363823722027302009-10-27T08:31:00.001-07:002009-10-27T08:31:40.988-07:00havent written in awhile<br />kinda outa practice<br />but at least i can speak them<br />thats an improvement on this<br />before i couldnt do that<br />couldnt speak my words to<br />there's nobody here<br />just me and you<br />and things come out better<br />when you speak em out loud<br />its better like this<br />perhaps i could be proud<br />its kinda cold here<br />but thats alright<br />there's alot of people<br />i'd like to fight<br />but i swore against that<br />no longer a fighter<br />anita doesnt smoke<br />dont have a lighter<br />the trains are loud<br />and the breaks are bad<br />the drivers are same<br />makes me mad<br />and i dont think this<br />was i thought<br />when i drove over<br />had a different plot<br />but im here now<br />things seem different<br />not quite the same<br />perhaps we were missent<br />days go by<br />and i hardly go out<br />there's lots of cars<br />and cops about<br />never at night<br />just in the day<br />through the window<br />beep and bray<br />horses in parks<br />preserved by people<br />probably huddling<br />under steeples<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-263036382372202730?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-38938855372526016602009-10-27T08:25:00.001-07:002009-10-27T08:25:58.683-07:00am i wastin my time<br />in this horrible city<br />cobblestone streets<br />perhaps its fitting<br />the foods not bad<br />if you dont mind dying<br />the people here<br />feel like crying<br />victorian ways<br />and uptight people<br />they're huddlin around<br />the old church steeple<br />everythings old<br />preserved too much<br />keepin out the new<br />the control is clutch<br />we wont live here<br />not like this<br />things've gone sour<br />we got the winter kiss<br />the cars in the garage<br />packed to go<br />we might hop in<br />will we leave i dunno<br />but new yorks nearby<br />smoggy but full<br />expensive as fuck<br />but not at all dull<br />that might be the ticket<br />for us over here<br />this place isnt great<br />worse than i'd feared<br />i met some old friends<br />over in the old town<br />an old girlfriend of mine<br />with whom id fooled around<br />gave her a hug<br />and had a long talk<br />met at a bar<br />and went for a walk<br />she's just a bitch<br />with her closed off ways<br />never answerin her phone<br />and with that dead gaze<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-3893885537252601660?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-24254116079391793462009-10-27T08:22:00.001-07:002009-10-27T08:22:22.011-07:00they said it'd be great<br />but what a lie<br />the people here<br />like to play i spy<br />they stare out the corner<br />of their folded eyes<br />i dont really like<br />the sight of these guys<br />we've tried to meet people<br />done the club thing<br />went to a place<br />where people sing<br />they dont let her in<br />got a limit on age<br />kinda strange<br />threw her into a rage<br />so im writin songs<br />about what ive seen<br />the people here<br />really quite mean<br />segregated town<br />and the weathers rundown<br />cops on horses<br />and there's strangers around<br />we're in an apartment<br />payin out the ass<br />more than its worth<br />but lifes a gas<br />my girls out now<br />buyin things<br />got my guitar<br />and the truth rings<br />this place's no good<br />the people bad<br />the foods alright<br />the place a fad<br />they called it irish<br />but its just boring<br />trains are dead<br />people practically snoring<br />and the musics shit<br />got no life<br />people in bars<br />absent of strife<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-2425411607939179346?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-555036159710533892009-10-27T08:17:00.001-07:002009-10-27T08:17:38.863-07:00got the radio on<br />im lyin in bed<br />the doors are closed<br />ideas in my head<br />wanna fly around the country<br />see some places<br />we needa pick a school<br />and meet some new faces<br />parents are crazy<br />and the religions bad<br />gene simmons had the right idea<br />yamica drove him mad<br />i took off my cap<br />did my own thing<br />better live free<br />see what days'll bring<br />too many ties<br />people bind themselves up<br />too many rules<br />bound since we were pups<br />but the worlds not bad<br />if you stay away from poison<br />there's lots of good<br />if it's bad avoid 'em<br />lotta bad people<br />led me astray<br />but i got away<br />had a better day<br />they're locked away<br />with their folks<br />wastin their lives<br />their dreams a joke<br />they'd pull me down<br />if they had a chance<br />but i got saved<br />by my current romance<br />so im in a new town<br />in a new city<br />cobblestone streets<br />seem quite fittin<br />englands away<br />across the ocean<br />supposed to be the place<br />where we'll keep our lives in motion<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-55503615971053389?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-12575071667173544542009-10-27T08:14:00.001-07:002009-10-27T08:14:24.390-07:00light on the wall<br />and im feelin withdrawl<br />from my guitar<br />its real far<br />ive done an open mic<br />i saw what it was like<br />was kinda fun<br />but the people were glum<br />they dont let her in<br />they dont want her buying<br />she's under the age<br />and she can't be caught lying<br />got the radio on<br />and my girl on the way<br />the windows are closed<br />it'll be a good day<br />got some films to watch<br />some clothes on the floor<br />got food on the side<br />maybe we'll get more<br />the weathers cold<br />but the ac's on<br />it gets warm in here<br />the staircase's long<br />the streets are empty<br />especially at night<br />never any cops<br />so beware of fights<br />bloody faced kid<br />and a bum at the door<br />guy at the stand<br />doesnt smile anymore<br />kids on the train<br />talkin real loud<br />lady all grim<br />doesnt seem like anyones proud<br />the places divded<br />the blacks arent here<br />boats in the sea<br />and the shops are near<br />foods not fresh<br />just fatty and bad<br />but we're here for a week<br />hopefully you dont get mad<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-1257507166717354454?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-84033067136184609002009-10-27T06:35:00.000-07:002009-10-27T06:36:15.481-07:00living amongst tombs<br />of the revolutionaries<br />this's a place<br />with alot of sea ferries<br />ocean feeds much<br />and the people tight lipped<br />a grim faced bunch<br />women fast to quip<br />laundramats far<br />and food hard to get<br />bums everywhere<br />how could we forget<br />the ghettos down south<br />and latinos up north<br />a segregated city<br />as such put forth<br />the jobs're supposedly there<br />but i cant see any<br />places close at ten<br />under 21 cant be merry<br />we're considering leaving<br />and going up north<br />where they wont bother here<br />and she can run her due course<br />same with england<br />my hometown<br />if we went over there<br />id be pretty proud<br />a lot of history<br />and thats where i grew up<br />apparently alot of indians<br />that names a history hiccup<br />brown skinned people<br />apparently lumped together<br />its kinda stupid<br />dont know why they bother<br />but thats the history<br />its a racist country<br />built through conquest<br />hard to lay a past to rest<br />but these cobblestone towns<br />are all around<br />and we're being ground<br />and sent all around.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-8403306713618460900?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-27803434572975001022009-10-27T06:28:00.000-07:002009-10-27T06:33:13.754-07:00there's not much to do<br />but write on this thing<br />trying to figure out<br />what the future will bring<br />in a bed in a room<br />in a building up a stair<br />on the streets there are people<br />without many cares<br />save their own and none else<br />they walk upright<br />theyll shove you out the way<br />and out of their sight<br />cobblestone streets<br />and sidewalks sidewalk<br />the bums all around<br />like to do double talk<br />coffee shop bagles<br />and 300 dollar sweaters<br />riding the t<br />and nevermind the weather<br />the beach isnt far<br />the park is quite big<br />people around here<br />never dance to a jig<br />despite the irish<br />there's hardly any green<br />but they're grounded in history<br />and are really quite mean<br />the place's segregated<br />people living in clumps<br />whites in the center<br />others in the dumps<br />oceans nearby<br />and the fish are fresh<br />you can order some oysters<br />see if you can stand the test<br />theyre not the best<br />kinda weird and wet<br />but thats what it is<br />pay and thats what you get<br />the grass might be green<br />but the people arent happy<br />hop on the train<br />and youll be the only one chatty<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-2780343457297500102?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-37452704342016397972009-10-27T06:17:00.001-07:002009-10-27T06:17:31.582-07:00i havent written in ages<br />i used to write pages<br />like words from sages<br />just never paid wages<br />the ac whirs<br />and the silence concurs<br />as the memory blurs<br />things changed to as they were<br />father promises never to wrong<br />but it sbeen so long since i wrote a good song<br />times past fast and with the clang of a gong<br />soon ill challenge myself to speak another tongue<br />the world lays itself out before us<br />as we try to decide where to go<br />its an exciting time to live life<br />and really of future telling noone could know<br />the car could take us anyplace<br />if we so desired<br />we might take a plane this time for sure<br />for long drives we're just not wired<br />there just doesnt seem to be much to do<br />things seem to be laid out in gloom<br />my father says he's got it planned<br />but it might be quite out of hand<br />they control our words with their minds<br />they're the sort of devil to perform craft of that kind<br />and as we sit in our room<br />the choices at hand overhead seem to loom<br />endless noise and silence permeates<br />as people walk across the streets<br />im not sure how high this city rates<br />a lady throwing bread for the birds beaks<br />horses with men in the park today<br />as dogs are dressed in dress<br />the radio station broadcasting today<br />as we're faced with another test<br />movie theatre with popcorn poison<br />flickering screen with story<br />people in front propping feet up on backs<br />showing sneakers in all their glory<br />we leave mid film having watced it to often<br />and catch the subway home<br />and though we left many of our things<br />we happily continue to roam.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-3745270434201639797?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-46934751919047182672009-10-04T09:42:00.001-07:002009-10-04T09:42:39.583-07:00sittin in new york<br />not sure what to do<br />they say this place<br />is absolutely cool<br />dont know anybody<br />except for my girl<br />she's pretty fuckin great<br />we'll take on the world<br />gonna study something<br />least thats the plan<br />not sure if its mine<br />dont know if i wanna do this again<br />but my dads payin<br />and you know his sayin<br />if youre gonna grow up<br />get a degree all the same<br />not sure if its my idea<br />ive just been confronted with this<br />but free school?<br />im not dense<br />i see my girl struggle<br />her parents dont care<br />they dont have much<br />doesnt seem fair<br />but the colleges cost alot<br />and it seems kinda weird<br />but this is the spot<br />its the direction that we steered<br />and now that we're here<br />dont know where to start<br />hard to get a hotel<br />in manhatten<br />here til wednesday<br />we'll see how that goes<br />got a tour of the place<br />apparently this's where the hipsters go<br />there's alot of people<br />and alot of stuff going on<br />lots of lights<br />and its meant to be alot of fun<br />been here for new years<br />and that was alright<br />but this time we're here<br />to fight the good fight<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-4693475191904718267?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-41077820711509967762009-09-08T12:43:00.000-07:002009-09-08T12:44:06.407-07:00had a friend who lived down the hill<br />he was down with his folks<br />me with mine up a little<br />and all of us under parental yolks<br />we'd play with scopes and sega systems<br />sonic was the mario<br />and cricket'd take up the backyard space<br />and oft'd come theman with the video<br />ice cream van drives down the street<br />playing its music to draw us out<br />watching scifi flicks at guggis house<br />turned out to be a football lout<br />i met the guy when he was one<br />i was two and it was weird<br />our dads knew one another<br />i didnt see him for while til i grew a beard<br />he grew tall and me not so much<br />he skinny and me kinda paunch<br />but thats how things go when youre stateside<br />i sing with a sense of american raunch<br />the sister grew smart and majored in thought<br />kinda interested as i'd done the same<br />and we'd talk about all sorts of things<br />at the table playing debate game<br />i visited a few times<br />and got shown around the town<br />his friends werent my type<br />and i used to be down<br />but as i grow i get better<br />and i think he starts to notice<br />we're still friends in some ways<br />but time has its own bonus<br />young gamers and old musicians<br />he likes the style of stuff here<br />im not a fan i like theirs there<br />and thats really quite weird<br />he just lives with some friends<br />working a crap job<br />here i am pulling hairs out my head<br />thinking my life odd<br />but if i was there i might be calm<br />trying the normal sort of stuff<br />as is im here and wired<br />but staying is just a bluff<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-4107782071150996776?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-86331419047056920232009-09-08T12:18:00.001-07:002009-09-08T12:18:52.087-07:00crazy kid with the cutters hand<br />liked to be in demand<br />his father was a booze hound<br />and he'd go and cruise the town<br />calls himself gay<br />but rather than being fey<br />he seems to not pickup dudes<br />its kinda weird and baffles the rules<br />but he isnists that gays what he is<br />its kinda strange this<br />but he doesnt have a girl<br />and im thinking that might be his world<br />but he's never been with a dude<br />and even though thats crude<br />i dont think he's really gay<br />and he's certainly not at all fay<br />he's also a bit of a pill popper<br />and with knives he's a skin chopper<br />tries to kill himself a lot<br />can't handle his shit he's lost in the plot<br />but he's a film dude<br />and not to be rude<br />but he wont by a cam<br />i dont give a damn<br />but how can you make film<br />without being in the realm<br />of a creative man<br />dude lives in a can<br />lives down south<br />and has quite a mouth<br />he'll imitate the mocker<br />if they continue with social soccer<br />and tries to play music<br />without paying its confusing<br />slashes wrists<br />throws fits<br />doesnt seem right<br />with bad sight<br />real tall<br />and completely appalled<br />lives with his mom<br />stole cd roms<br />tries to make songs<br />but he's just plain wrong.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-8633141904705692023?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-33507861863221138432009-09-08T08:54:00.001-07:002009-09-08T08:55:54.512-07:00vivek was a kid<br />who was kinda fun<br />he kept you company<br />and got shit done<br />he had a substance problem<br />but still was kind<br />and had a big smile<br />so white it'd blind<br />his skin was losing pigment<br />and he covered it with stuff<br />but i told him dude<br />just dont give a fuck<br />he wrote good music<br />that i constantly was amazed by<br />and he'd stop by my place<br />and we'd jam for hours no lie<br />the kid was from here<br />whilst i was a implant<br />but he and i got on<br />cause he loved the homeland<br />visited there<br />and he'd gone to school<br />homeless kid<br />under a bridge, the fool<br />but he showed me the scene<br />and got me game<br />showed me confidence<br />and how to remember a name<br />wore decent clothes<br />and had some 80s style<br />like perhaps synth pop<br />it'd certainly been awhile<br />perhaps half japanese<br />that band you might've heard of<br />and he'd always wear suits<br />at least stylish stuff<br />we'd get a pitcher<br />and grab some wings<br />we'd talk about the band<br />and all sorts of things<br />grab some chipotle<br />and smoke some green<br />that'd be his name for it<br />now obscene<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-3350786186322113843?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-66591765555250321832009-09-08T08:50:00.001-07:002009-09-08T08:50:13.893-07:00i went to highschool <br />with some kids<br />rich motherfuckers<br />with success bids<br />meant to prepare <br />us for the real world<br />but it was so strange<br />especially the girls<br />conservative kids<br />thinking themselves slick<br />they'd wear hippy garb<br />it'd make you sick<br />but the guitar addicts<br />brought some flair to me<br />i watched 'em play<br />and it was plain to see<br />they were cool<br />and i wasnt as much<br />with my trombone<br />i kinda sucked<br />so i swapped instruments<br />and picked a guitar up<br />went to the shop<br />i didnt give a fuck<br />got a used one<br />from a friend<br />guy from public school<br />nerdy to no end<br />so my black guitar<br />my very first <br />i performed with<br />and i quenched my thirst<br />prom plays<br />and senior pranks<br />performance art<br />and abercrombie skanks<br />midgets with problems<br />and indians isolated<br />this was the place<br />that seriously had me agitated<br />but after five years<br />i finally moved on<br />and left that place<br />to sing a better song.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-6659176555525032183?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-91274381366744137102009-09-08T08:46:00.001-07:002009-09-08T08:46:33.008-07:00OSU was the spot<br />i'd roam around freely<br />never had a beef really<br />all touchy feely<br />the kids over there were hippy and weird<br />some wired conservatives of the type i feared<br />but we'd still go out and grab our beers<br />thats the OSU way ya hear?<br />roamin on streets<br />and into frat houses<br />those were the days<br />snuck in like a mouse<br />the campus empty<br />at the middle of night<br />we'd walk around<br />what a sight<br />i showed her around<br />mys tomping grounds<br />the parking garage<br />and the lost and found<br />the geometric grid<br />of the art school side<br />we walked around<br />what a fun ride<br />lived in a spot<br />all by myself<br />drugs and drinks<br />kept me refreshed<br />wrote many songs<br />and got along<br />with the junkies<br />who played pong<br />and in a tower<br />looking over the city<br />i drank my drinks<br />and played music sadly<br />in the dorms<br />many kids left me<br />cycled 'em out<br />and kept me company<br />got into music<br />and had some drinks<br />had a couple girls<br />but OSU stinks.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-9127438136674413710?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-78279608017277520812009-09-08T08:40:00.000-07:002009-09-08T08:41:04.306-07:00an aunt in a house by herself<br />used to have a husband<br />has a garden she likes to grow<br />loves the town despite it being bland<br />and works at the university<br />says she's half retired<br />regrets being a family rebel<br />but probably why she's admired<br />another aunt with a husband<br />in a bigger houses nearby<br />likes to buy expensive cars<br />costs driven skyhigh<br />she runs her own apartment spots<br />where folks pay her rent<br />she likes to say she's retired<br />but that keeps her hellbent<br />an uncle in that home does live<br />whose a chilled out kid<br />79 years old but young<br />and certainly alot of fun<br />we'd all used to go walking<br />near the lake side<br />and he'd tell us stories never boring<br />we were just along for the ride<br />so we'd go over<br />to my aunts<br />and eat food<br />like restaurants<br />and go to temple<br />as we were told<br />always learning<br />to be bored<br />but through it all<br />the memories stuck<br />they gave us a car<br />helped a bunch<br />the aunt'd scold<br />and call me shit<br />say my sister<br />was a better fit<br />so in the end i hated 'em<br />and avoided it all<br />but we finally returned<br />and had a ball<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-7827960801727752081?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-30770486400776301802009-09-08T08:33:00.001-07:002009-09-08T08:33:50.340-07:00the chicago industry surprises<br />as we roam and find things to do<br />the museums are not bad at all<br />rain pours down over you<br />got relatives way out there<br />place i used to live<br />they dont seem to really care<br />and never bother to forgive<br />people seem to be rather down<br />they walk by and look at the ground<br />and on their faces is a frown<br />dreary feelings all around<br />drive out to the outer places<br />with open fields and soccer spaces<br />you can see the skyscrapers<br />and smell up the lake vapours<br />the water pours down hard<br />and under bridges you hide for cover<br />the water overflows the gutter<br />makes you want a land rover<br />the traffic on the way in was bad<br />miles of cars not moving much<br />but leaving town was a cinch<br />its going in that was clutch<br />we found my town after a drive<br />just a few exits down<br />the place seemed dead but at the same time alive<br />i showed anita around<br />this was the place we used to play<br />and thats where we used to live<br />thats where we'd eat our food<br />and thats the school the colleges tryin to rid<br />lots of crime and strange lookin folk<br />and people with the accent<br />car fallin apart at the front<br />we used to pay out rent<br />bumpy streets and smoggy skies<br />the lake nearby the streets<br />and downtown the dosas quite good<br />got ourselves somethin to eat<br />as we drove away from town<br />the lights were shining all around<br />the traffic bad and sky black<br />but we were glad we were going back<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-3077048640077630180?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-9808480254743882009-09-08T07:41:00.001-07:002009-09-08T07:41:35.940-07:00wales is a green place<br />ive seen it i know in this case<br />i climbed the mountain near the house<br />past some sheep and without a rain douse<br />the water way down was blue and vast<br />the hill was big and the car rode fast<br />we drove awhile to get out there<br />but as we drove the hills were bare<br />small town and not too much fuss<br />i wonder if i coulda taken the bus<br />but this was the spot where i was born<br />and in a way my dad seemed forlorn<br />he seemed to miss the green mountain<br />thats the place i guess his youth fountain<br />but over in the states we've got our place<br />he's done well for himself again<br />i got some fish n chips over there<br />a regularly surved pub fare<br />and the fishing was done off the beach<br />the docks there just out of reach<br />i was thinking this place was rather nice<br />and my dad gaveme his advice<br />the green places out of the way<br />are the best places to spend a day<br />and so we visit from time to time<br />and he seems sad to see the spot<br />he took awhile to buy that house<br />and now regrets losing the plot<br />apparently the price when way up<br />and he'd've made quite a bit<br />but he's not the type to give a fuck<br />didn't bother throwing a fit<br />they speak welsh in those places<br />not one that i know well<br />but my dad had figured out a few words<br />took him awhile you could tell<br />we stood on the castle, near the water<br />and it seemed to be a tourist spot<br />took some pictures with the cam<br />and browsed a store with shit to be bought<br />but went home with a full tum<br />fish n shit gets it done<br />and as we sat looking glum<br />we swore we had alot of fun.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-980848025474388?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-26182674719503890352009-09-08T07:32:00.000-07:002009-09-08T07:36:12.065-07:00blackburn was my first spot<br />the one i remember<br />we had a couple houses<br />soft snow december<br />friend down the street<br />good food to eat<br />with icecream men<br />and video cars back then<br />milk men delivered<br />that was sweet<br />and we'd go out<br />have a pizza treat<br />soccer was big<br />and so was cricket<br />the aim back then<br />was to hit a wicket<br />and if you were up to bat<br />try not to hit it over<br />if its gone<br />we've got to send sammy over<br />video games were big<br />i had a system so did my friend<br />we'd walk over<br />play again and again<br />it was good stuff<br />we had a doubel family<br />them down there us up here<br />they kept it orderly<br />and the uniform code of the school<br />kept us looking like fools<br />but we enojyed it garters and stuff<br />tellin the truth not a bluff<br />blacktop playground and pogs and teams<br />we'd play hard and let out screams<br />PE class on hardwood floor<br />play games we'd never done before<br />and when i visit its all the same<br />things havend really changed<br />cept the kids are at school<br />and im the music fool<br />i want to film it<br />but we'll see<br />you never know<br />what future brings.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-2618267471950389035?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-9819428658411902992009-09-08T07:30:00.000-07:002009-09-08T07:31:03.803-07:00LA seems to be the next spot<br />on our trip around the clock<br />trying to see cool places<br />and bring ourselves to refreshing spaces<br />there's tar pits with dino bones<br />and kids walkin round like mick jones<br />the weathers hot 24/7<br />and the beach is a sandy surfer heaven<br />kids there are into flicks<br />they love the celebs see what makes 'em tick<br />and dress with style ismandatory<br />the style seems to be a little boring<br />food is meant to be quite good<br />but i hoesntly dont mean to be rude<br />id prefer a raw veg<br />to any of these burger dredges<br />sunset strip and the warm sun<br />people say its alot of fun<br />i have no idea ive never been<br />it'll be something new ive never seen<br />she's been before but long ago<br />and who knows if its like that anymore<br />we're going by car and it'll be fun<br />but its a long way off certainly not next door<br />we've driven alot lately<br />its been quite amazing<br />but it can tire you out<br />really does knock you down<br />but if you rest a bit<br />you can feel like a new kid<br />and thats when youre ready<br />to take the car steady<br />aim it west<br />and drive the distance<br />hold your breath<br />dont miss this<br />the midwest had its day<br />and now we're going to a new state<br />it'll be better than this<br />lets seal this with a kiss<br />im ready for something new<br />i dont know abotu you<br />but there's lots to do<br />and it'll be cool, yes it'll rule.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-981942865841190299?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-53909394836296364762009-09-08T07:26:00.001-07:002009-09-08T07:26:23.140-07:00anita's around with her contacts in<br />i see smiles comin out shinin through from within<br />she's got a bounce in her step<br />and she's learnin about the treble clef<br />we're off to boston soon<br />but LA's our target for the moment<br />and once, every blue moon<br />we just let loose and're blindly roamin<br />the cars prepped she's seen to that<br />and the clothes're washed she does that too<br />and she loves the wii i got not long back<br />and im glad she loves the tube<br />she's smiling with her contacts<br />sees her face for the first time<br />who would've thought she'd react so much<br />biggest smile i've seen in awhile<br />she's got a gig with the eye folks<br />down at the mall down the street<br />she'll grab subs for me n her<br />and cookies and apples for us to eat<br />got her some clothes from the pawn shop<br />she lost alot on our trips<br />we'll take some more before we move<br />her red gown likes to rip<br />she's off to the store out the side<br />thats our avoidance of my folks<br />the trees fallen down in front of the way<br />she loves eggs even yolks<br />off she rides in my red car<br />got her clothes from the thrift store<br />the cops her are a nightmare<br />she knows well about that uproar<br />im glad she's around these days<br />we wake up in a daze<br />its nice to have company in bed<br />the mattress thin but better than dead<br />she plays music with me too<br />we've got our band its cool <br />we play shows and stuff like that<br />and did some time in the studio it ruled<br />we're both lookin forward to movin<br />it'll be a chance to do somethin new<br />and when we get there it'll be a blast<br />one of those moments of which there's few.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-5390939483629636476?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-87995747740615330262009-09-08T07:19:00.001-07:002009-09-08T07:19:56.999-07:00strained things with my mom<br />are pained means to an end<br />we get some words between us<br />but they're all we can depend<br />she's kinda crazy<br />and bit of a freak<br />likes things tidy<br />and quite neat<br />there's not much room<br />to maneuver with her<br />she likes things controlled<br />sometmies i ignore her<br />but she's my mum<br />and im her son<br />not much to say<br />but get shit done<br />i fixed things up<br />three years ago<br />now we've got<br />a better home<br />the familys grown<br />and we're all better<br />its nice to have<br />things not be bitter<br />but she's always cooking<br />in the kitchen<br />thats where she likes herself<br />either that or bitchin<br />but never tell herthat<br />she'll have your head<br />she's old school <br />and knock you out instead<br />conservative background<br />in the convent<br />nuns and stuff<br />she loves to compliment<br />smiles alot<br />and kinda kind<br />but very rigid<br />and sometimes fury blinds<br />but at heart she's great<br />my mum after all<br />the one and only<br />another brick in the wall<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-8799574774061533026?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-79450564840615469382009-09-08T07:15:00.002-07:002009-09-08T07:19:25.722-07:00my sisters not quite my friend<br />we may not have each others back inthe end<br />but i knew her when she was days old<br />and i had her head in my hand back then<br />she doesnt really like my girl<br />and cant stand that i live at home<br />she's off at school<br />and lives all alone<br />she had a roommate<br />but they didnt get on<br />she left the place<br />bills piling on<br />mom n me n anita cleaned<br />the mess they left<br />she hasnt changed must<br />and imnot impressed<br />but she's good at heart<br />that comes out sometimes<br />we went to florida<br />and had a good time<br />she enjoyed our friends<br />from back in england<br />i guess theyre long lived<br />and people she can depend<br />but she's a bitch<br />from time to time<br />enters the house<br />and commits a crime<br />yells alot<br />and orders us around<br />things we're here<br />to follow barking sounds<br />but she's off her rocker<br />their money feeds her<br />she needs to respect <br />their parental order<br />theyre old school<br />and she doesnt give a shit<br />to her<br />theyre insignificant blips<br />she was once nice<br />but those days are gone<br />no longer smiles<br />instead just forlorn<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-7945056484061546938?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-45092163467997162192009-09-08T07:15:00.001-07:002009-09-08T07:15:45.927-07:00my dad was born in india<br />he lived there long ago<br />65 years old today<br />that's certainly a long way to go<br />he started out there<br />and stayed for 31 years<br />got his education<br />grew out his beard<br />then went over to england<br />and stayed for 20 more<br />that's where i was born<br />of tolkienesque lore<br />then out to the states<br />for about fourteen<br />not that great of a place<br />if you know what i mean<br />but he's done alot<br />in his time around<br />traveled a bunch<br />and loud packs of hounds<br />taken alot of flights<br />and quite a few drives<br />i remember those<br />from when i was five<br />i used to live<br />with him in the 90s<br />my mom n sis<br />to them we were back east<br />omlette mornings<br />and bachelor pad<br />married to a wife<br />she made me mad<br />crisps and trains<br />and toys for me<br />rainbow rain<br />and soccer cleats<br />culdesac<br />and trilevel house<br />tropical rains<br />and a household mouse<br />perhaps ill convince him<br />to take another trip<br />one more left<br />of the mug he takes a sip<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-4509216346799716219?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-38074353769804997012009-08-17T11:36:00.000-07:002009-08-17T11:37:10.980-07:00as we walk down to places as we once knew long ago<br />there are things that you oughta know<br />as we know the people who drive around here<br />we better not be scared in the ways they do fear<br />and ill tell you bud youve gotta hold tight<br />because otherwise you might not last the night<br />these people all walk around tend to be lookin for a fight<br />so if you want to make it through then dont take this light<br />we've got to walk a mile through this sludge<br />dont eat to much of that chocolate fudge<br />youve gotta stay light on those feet to be <br />completely and utterly undeniably free<br />as we talk about all the things youlf face<br />dont try and fall into disgrace<br />some of these people dwell on shame and such shit<br />but dont let it get you stuck up dont let it<br />youve gotta be smart, smart enough to win<br />and if yuo dont then bud youl ljust start again<br />we've got to be better than those in the latter<br />and then you'll be fitter and not anwhere near fatter<br />yeah dude the latter point was a fun one<br />but youve gotta try hard to be fun<br />and if you wanna be smilin at 95<br />then better act like youre completely alive<br />there's things we've got to mention if you're OK<br />like bein a cool dude and not actni completely gay<br />not in the sense of sex but moreso the sense of class<br />i mean dont be someone that someone'd call a compelte ass<br />so go on and be cool and do amazin things<br />there's a whole world out there that can be changed<br />but if you dont bother then the day will be done and last<br />you want the oppertunity to rearrange<br />youre the mighty one the man with the plan dude<br />dont can it just plan it accordingly and try not to be rude<br />there's so may ways to be massive and try to pick just one<br />at least so you can be good dont fall upon<br />there's so many failings a man can fall into<br />so dont be one of those casualties jstu do what youd o<br />and eventually youll be rewarded for the work at hand<br />but youve got to make sure that youre gonna be in demand<br />over time youll find a place where people like you lots<br />and until that day just continue with your plots<br />and dont be worried if people dont like you<br />just keep on workin and just do what you do.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-3807435376980499701?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7199148435110698188.post-48107573352888021752009-08-17T11:25:00.000-07:002009-08-17T11:26:33.581-07:00feelin rhymes in my head<br />as i lie down in this white bed<br />we wonder how the hell we got our heads full of lead<br />so we write down shit and think deep instead<br />as i walk down these steets here<br />oh yes, a new imagine seems to be quite clear<br />as i look out into the faces of the people strained with fear<br />they warn me aplenty to not get near<br />the beaches here are shit thats a fact bub<br />you dont need to get near to know youll be snubbed<br />dont rub them the wrong way or youll get mugged<br />as they walk its just a shoulder to be shrugged<br />dont walk all around tryin to cause mischief<br />you know far better than to do that shit<br />as if youd o then theyll knock you out<br />so walk around and act like youve got clout<br />and as we look to the east and watch the water near<br />we wonder how the hell did we get here<br />we're in a city thats more shitty than city<br />yeah next to new york this place is itty bitty<br />as i type i remember all the fools here<br />they seem to walk tall without any fear<br />but dude they seem to be far too near<br />i dont really like it way out here<br />i once lived in this town<br />when i was younger thats when they kept me around<br />i was a kid in the lost and found<br />now im grown up i come back around<br />listening to beats i can acheive<br />all the things i used never believe<br />but you can swear to percieve<br />these words are comin with a heave<br />as i walk tall with my head held high<br />i look straight up to the blue sky<br />and i think real big like a man with a mission<br />yeah im here today with a history revision<br />im gonna pull the weeds from my mind<br />all the people that suck that were sour and unkind<br />theyre all gone and im startin a new<br />and we'll start over just me and you<br />beats in my head keep my mind rollin on<br />as i think of words to put into this song<br />and we'll roll out when the sun does set<br />we'll dream about drivin a corvette.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7199148435110698188-4810757335288802175?l=mylyricpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>stay fresh icelandnoreply@blogger.com0