Don Robert Reefer, Vocals & Guitar
Don Robert Reefer I’ve been thinking--
(Vocals & Guitar) it sounds too pretty
My words
You Cadillacs of Primates! stand up too straight
Are you getting there? with all their limbs going
to that place where you will say where they should.
“This is right and perfect I want a wild, bratty hand.
This is where I’ll see the life of my time
I’ll drive my loss!”
And did you earn this day, this life?
Oh, that poem has legs!
“I love all the blue eyed-boys,
But we look perfect together anyway”
You all wrote down what you’ll try to do with your lives,
but Who Really Knows what they want?
“You like to love only Girls
With
Names
That Will Never Be Mine.”
I broke down Webrokeup You can’t hijack love
I needafriend only romance
A high road only trancing
You can’t
The Effect
Fit In
The Love
Kill East by Saving West
So Seldom
Write a New Song
Theory Why do my words always
Some Time
See You (As Much as I Can) sound better when on
Anti-RightNow someone else’s tongue
I Can’t Say Anything to You
One Million
Why My God-- I’ve craved It All.
Surrey,
how the fuck are we gonna police this?
That girl that monster says Deafqueen
she can’t write about me FrequentGirl
because You go to my head
she could never keep me between those lines. and I go to pieces
She sure gave me good ideas for
titles of songs
I will never write, though:
--Ethero I might go back to Burns Harbor
--Reach You and see
--Carbon how it all turned out
--Mission to Sugar or see
--Go Through Me if you will want to see
(like, you go everywhere how I turned out
But you won’t go through me…)
Fate