lyrics.
rubber bullet rhetoric
Snap the hinges off the track. I thought I heard you laugh beneath the dragging screams, she's pleading! How stupid we both look now, painted in false red pride. I'm so afraid, I cant back down now, shoot me down now. Anyway, I'm sorry I brought this up. The stinging silence of indifference is ringing through my ears. A constant dissonance in faces I looked to for more. And its easy to be angry with anything when I feel like she's dying. Dying all the time. No wait, scratch that. No, nothing. Never mind. It has nothing to do with this anyway. I'm sorry I brought it up tonight. I'm sorry I brought this up. God I hate these walls tonight. I wish they'd bleed when I scream. Through crumbling teeth of submission she says, "You just have to play the game."
as the mind questions the heart
To breathe you in, to inhale deeply from your lungs To drink your beauty after dying of thirst To hold you in joyful desperation To tremble from time's anticipation To touch your softness through your hair To clutch your neck with thumb on cheek, pressed, so I'm sure that you are there and its raining...of course. Of course, its raining. But my dreams never play, and in trying to make a memory it all fades away. Forgot why I wanted it. So show me that you are more than that. Than my dependencies and sour attachments Night, slow-eyed sick (over and over and) as I wait for you (over and over and). Why do I care (over and over and) to make a memory to play over and over and show me that you are more than that. Than my dependencies and sour attachments. Because I'd like to believe that I could say my goodbyes and be gone.
a night in town
Here on the pavement, swimming in neon soaked in oil-slick sweat. The curbs dressed in empty dreams and cigarette butts. I slink down in the back seat and listen to them speak We are so similar here, its frightening. So lets sharpen these minute differences into bitter points. Its strange I can find peace here, in a dying parking lot. She says she'll change on New Years'. Swears to god through a smile and I quietly laugh it off. Because we both know that no one changes here. We are so similar here its frightening. So let's sharpen these minute differences into bitter points because we need to draw some lines here; categorize here until we find where we...belong? Forever, let's stay here because frankly, I'm too afraid to move. Forever, let's stay here because here in surreal we're all too far removed.
seasons of you in a year
You should know your smile is beautiful. I've missed it on your face and the stare that took its place was all too cold. And you should know I think the world of you. And you break my thoughts at midnight, every night. Taking my only solice in faded letters from years ago, (the smell of your perfume is gone) I just cant help wishing you'd feel that way again as I now do today. My excercise in patience, she slips softly in and out, unnoticed by all but me. I've lost the moon for almost two weeks and I'm dying as the track repeats again. Scrape out the remains of you in me and here we are again. From a summer to another reflecting on the seasons of you in a year. Stay for, stay for another season we'll make just for us. Stay for, stay for time enough for this to sink in. Stay for, stay for...because you've already taken a year. You are what I need. You are what I want, and what I want to be. You are the words that come in silence. You are my modest inspiration. You are my torture and redemption. You are the resolve of my suspension.
sirens at dusk
Run for the rattle-cheap rusted bell crecendo. Sound sweet, stinging feet slapping on the street. So when did you first see how fast time goes: barrelling forward, out of control but steady. Drop. A moment stops. In your car, the air, the night tastes like a memory and I know then that it doesn't just get worse. Everything was simpler when we wouldn't watch the clock. The sun was never falling when we tore across the dock. My head was never turned in fear towards cries of sirens ripping out the throught of dying day, raping perfect silence. Had all the time when time was mine, now time in mind's spent minding time and timing mine...as it slips away. As we walk down the broken corridor of all our years, "Do these hall ways get smaller?" my sister asks absently. The summer's always shorter than the one that was before it since a ten-week shock slapped the kid off my face. A bit off good taste, your awkward embrace will never resemble what it was before. And did winter smell more crisp-cut then. Warm October shade has sharpened into cold steel slit wrist in every pair of starved dark eyes I see. As we walk down the broken corridor of all our years, "Do these hall ways get smaller?" my sister asks absently. "It certainly seems that way," I think in despair. But its ok. Its alright. We're all scared in our doubt but its gonna be a beautiful night.
white lights and mirrors
Do we gag when we smell the thick hypocracy floating on our breath as these pretty lies roll off our tongue? Our judgements are not elitist! They're informed! Our suffering is so romantic and uh...noble and...well, above you. "Look at yourself man, you're a fucking masochist!" "No, no really I'm just in love" White lights and mirrors show us our faults. I live in my dye. Don't these different hues of black reflect this self-imposed disposition of mine so well? We live and we die. Let's hope we die young because hospital beds don't tell much of a story. Sheets wash clean.
it's just the wind (the anacrusis)
Brittle leaves scratch their little dance across the street, find rest against a man's ankles standing silent on a lawn with the night. A darkened car crouched down the street salivating impatience and the trees are screaming now. -This just in: a child is gone tonight.- "It's just the wind. Go back to sleep Michelle, I'll turn on the hall light. For the last time there's no one at your window. Now it's really late, for God sakes go to sleep!" How safe we stay in drugged slumber, numbed with love and warmth, comfort. Locked the door, and so we dream When her floor creaks we don't hear a thing..."John, wake up, I think there's someone in the house. Listen! I think there's someone in the house! Oh God! There's someone in the house! Michelle!!! There's someone in the house!!!"
all lyrics by Dave Fleming