silent friction-the
thought that counts
all lyrics
by matthew bell
fathers, hide your
daughters
woah i think it's time i let her know
this has
been going on for far too long
and it's
wrong for her to keep on wasting tears
as the
months turn into years
will she
look back at a wasted life with him?
she's
falling in the faultline
breaking
to the punchline
dancing
through the landmines
everything's
wrong
and i always thought her
love was
treading water
fathers,
hide your daughters
we're
coming on strong
and it's
pissing off your boyfriend
flexing
pecks, he's decked in
pennyloafers, sweater vests,
he's
coming over, though her letter said that they were through
i don't think that he can even read
now i'm grinning in her room just thinking of her eyes and
smile
i'd love to love her
when i make my move i'll smile and
know that she's the only one i'll ever need
and that i'm pissing off her boyfriend
woah i think that everybody
knows
that
there's trouble in paradise tonight
i wish that i could see his
face
when he
pulls up to her place
and sees
two figures in the window
getting
it on
sleeping with the
fishes
in the
winter of our discontent
she
placed her feet in wet cement
it
hardened quickly, and so did she
she left
the bridge in record time
now
waterlogged i think she'll find
it's
better to be on the floor of the sea
she's
falling faster, i can't catch my breath
splash in
the water
all my
love and my best wishes
beautiful
dreams as she sleeps with the fishes
she's
fallen from above and i'm drowning in her love
and from
the bridge i blow her kisses
all the
sharks think she's delicious
she's
better off somehow
sleeping
with the fishes now
all in
all it's not that bad
she
always like seafood and now she's at
an
all-you-can-eat buffet, forever
and she
always liked scuba diving
but ocean
life's about surviving
so i'm sad to say that my baby's bait today
until you come
home
don't
breathe, you're too close to me
and we've
come too far
it seems
that you cling to me when it’s popular
but back
when you held on for life
it didn’t
seem to feel so wrong
and it's
a reoccurring dream where
you're
much further than you seem
and i'll be waiting around until you come home
calculating
the sounds of a metronome
i'll be quietly dying all alone
until you
come home
until you
come home
miss me
when you see the stars wherever you are
and know
that i see them too even though we’re far away
from
where we both belong, lost in each others arms
trembling decisions
there you
go again, trembling decisions
it's what
you always needed
and it
hurts how much i miss you.
i just wanna see you smile
beneath that veil
and it
feels like i'm never gonna
know
what it
is i need and
where
does all this go? oh no
and is it
wrong to be holding on forever?
i'd just rather hold on then let go
so here's
a song to apologize for leaving things this way
with the
place i put you in and the things i
couldn't say
but you
know whatever happens,
you've
got a friend in me
luvsick
this
still-life aesthetic majesty of
clandestine
magnetic poetry
with four
short poems from the girl who stole my heart
and every
line i write declares it’s true
that i only feel ok when i'm with you
as subtle
melodies describe the way it feels to feel alive
and i'm luvsick, sick of all the
bullshit
i just wanna be with you
until the sky falls
down, i'm luvsick in fantastic
conflict,
the one i wanna be with will always be
you.
but you
just don't know what you put me through
this
scene from darkroom photography
where
you're lying forever next to me
it's
undeveloped but it's still a masterpiece to me
i'm dying for a taste of you
i'd rather waste away with you
we'll
leave these complications in the rear-view mirror
i'm holding on to everything
the
honest song i couldn't sing
i wish that i could play it
just one
time for you
nothing lasts
forever
pop rocks
and ecstasy
a
cigarette or pcp
it's all
the same to me
she rocks
debauchery
counts
her boyfriends like calories
a blonde
catastrophe
and in
her eyes she brings the pain
you and
me together
nothing
lasts forever
you think
you're so clever?
figured
it all out right? whatever.
sad
smiles and a long goodbye
a tired
drive under the
a feeling
loved and lost
another
girl in the pouring rain
i'm all alone but i feel no
pain
i'm numb at any cost
her
hedonistic daze is no place for romance
trance-like
encounters that sound like break dancing
house
beats and jungle, drum and bass
the party
starts when she walks in the room
she's got
her skirt hiked up and her hair let down
i catch her eye for a second then i
lose her in the crowd
with the
loud house music making conversation futile
it's her
body language speaking in tongues
all fall down
and the
first time that i saw her
i was held there underwater
holding
oceans of emotions
deep
beneath the undertow
and i knew then as i pondered
all the
game that i had squandered
she had
played me like parcheesi
she beat
me at my own game
shake
shimmer and it makes no sound
quick
shiver and we all fall down
oh how i wonder who you are
blood
sugar and a shining star
one
shudder at a passing car
we've
danced on eggshells until now
as we all
fall down
and the
next time that i saw her
i had tried a little harder
her
attention, my obsession
leaving
flowers on her car
got the
number to her cellphone
caught a
ballgame, smoked some home-grown
in my
bedroom breathing perfume
as we
wished upon a star
and the
last time that i saw her
i knew that i shouldn't
bother
she had
hurt me like the others
like she
said she'd never do
and my
love was given and taken for granted
i gave her everything
she
wouldn't have it
this
story's ending is easy to see...
how could
you do this to me?
menagerie of memories
i was down with another cinderella
love story about a girl and a boy who was lonely, stoned, exhausted by tales of
his previous glory and yes, she was in town but preparations still had to be
made, plans that faded, passed and delayed, back in high school
when life
was like fresh lemonade
as i slowly watched these feelings quite remaining unrequited
as she slowly closed her eyes and stood there shivering in silence but she
stayed for the night and she canceled her flight.
i know your life hurts girl but i'd
like to make it right
and i already miss you
and
you're not even gone
but it's
not even an issue
but it's
been tearing me apart
tearing
me apart now
watching
her sleep, the secrets i keep
menagerie,
menagerie
breaking
down, a subtle sequel to our story, laced with pentatonic decadence
and
dynamic auditory changes
as she
boards an aeroplane to
home and
yeah, i've seen that frowning face before, i've given everything before
i've given everything
and
watched it slip away
and it's
547 miles to
547 miles to home and i'm dreaming, dreaming
of a chance to tell her
just to
tell her
what
she's always known
the words by
heart
it makes
her paranoid, me and my polaroid
i try to catch her without makeup
she's
into cars and things
cell
phones and xanadrine
it's gonna cost me when we break up
but she
says she knows the words by heart
that i make up as i go
and she
says she's got it figured out
but i don't think she knows the words by heart
she
speaks in beats and things
mixtapes and magazines
it's her
beatitude she's spending
she's
smiling and naive
she just
wants to believe
this
story has a happy ending
say what
you mean and please mean what you say
it's the
same in the end if the end is ok
proving yourself
isn't the hardest part
it's
proving that you really know the words by heart
jailbait
she
writes me poetry, she brings me groceries
she
doesn't notice me except when i'm on stage
and i guess by and large she is the one in charge
she's
always got her eye on me
she goes
to private school, she doesn’t follow rules
she likes
to think she's cool but she's not crescent fresh
because
her fake id, i think it lied to me
and now i feel like i'm on trial
and she's
only 17
and i don't know what she means
when she
talks about prom
she's
jailbait
taunting
me with her eyes
can't she
see it's not right
or at
least it's not right now
she's
decked in plaid and pink, hangs at the roller rink
and yeah i really think she's got a dirty mind
i buy her cigarettes and make her mix cassettes
and i have no regrets and soon i
think she'll find that
it's such
an awkward age
below the
drinking age
she's
sneaking in the club
oh my god
its getting old
buying
beer for seventeen seventeen-year-olds
and oh my
god i’m getting old
when she
looks like 25
she’s
barely old enough to drive
feels
like i've lost control of sex drugs and rock n roll
my one
and only goal is to keep moving
burning in the
burgundy
you made
me everything i am today
terrified,
bored and lonely, desperate
manic
depressive, one static character in the background
panicking,
hysterical, scared to be alone
broken at
the core afraid of whats in store
it's you
and me, bleeding with apologies
even when
we disagree
we're
burning in the burgundy
feels
like i'm melting in the sun today
and for
the record, everything is not ok
this polyester
shirt just tends to irritate
like how
your vicious messages accumulate
you've
left me terrified
i hope you're satisfied
through
all of your hypocrisy you don't know what you meant to me
a wasted
opportunity we're burning in the burgundy
fallout
she used
to be my best friend
but then
she got a boyfriend
and now
we only pretend
and we
used to wanna hang out
but now
they only make out
it's time
for us to fallout
and when i think about the times we've had
i just get so sad because i
miss the way things were
what
happened to my best friends?
they've
faded from existence
cause
they're all about their girlfriends
and if i was a female
maybe
they'd have been there
when i really needed them
and when i think about the times we've shared
i just get so scared that you forgot the way things
were
mausoleums
it's you
and me in mausoleums
counting
tags on toes and wondering when we'll push the roses up
and these
complaints are patent pending
when you
get so damn condescending
and i just cannot be with you
when you
talk like i am not here
and she's
got scars that
show
where she's been
i just want to be alone
i saw you in my dreams
i need to believe you
i've found you, i drown you in
an immersion of
my
everything that touches you and makes you feel alive
in my
teenage years, invincible years
getting
young girls numbers just to steal their boyfriends thunder
and i never thought i'd be beneath
the
grayest clouds with tongue-in-cheek
handwritten
books of poetry wondering why the grass was greener when
we
thought that we were perfect
we were
in the clear
until you
find out what you need
i'll be waiting here to bleed
cause
every drop of blood reminds me that i’m still alive
and when
you close your eyes to sleep
i hope that i'm still in your
dreams
cause
every nightmare tells that
this
might be your last mistake now
written of a secret
(lonely in love)
i wrote a letter saying what i
couldn't say
it's all
the better that i just threw it away
i can't forget her even though i
never try to shake her image
from the
corner of my eye
really,
are you listening?
it seems i'm only lonely in love
with
desperate letters that were written of a secret you can’t keep
and next september when you're leaving me for good
you'll
disappear the way i always knew you would
with no
pretensions and not a one regret despite persuasions
that i hope you don't forget
really,
are you listening?
my
cardigan sweater is braving the weather
she's
subtle, endearing
she just
keeps disappearing
three
valiums and counting
i feel the tension mounting
i'm drowsy and driving
head on
against the guardrail
halfway (hidden
track)
she did
honor to the ones before her
struggling
along
ignoring
the disparaging remarks
meticulous
in industry and tired to the bone
a minnow
in seas copious with sharks
she said
that she was happy as a lark
making
notes and anecdotes for time that had escaped
pondering
the final words he said
dictating
the letters onto small audio tapes
she
wondered if he’d smile when she was dead
the color
of the words were china red
and
everybody knows
you’re
afraid to go away
but at
this point you should know
you can’t
afford to go halfway
his
condescension failed to mention
her christ-like appeal
her
salvation treated as debris
cause
nothing says “i love you”
like avoiding
the ordeal
trade
away the serendipity
these
days nobody believes in destiny
