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Leader

admin — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 23:23:38 +0000

Get offa me!
Away from me!
Get me outa here!
Don’t follow me!
Don’t bother me!
I’m no leader.

What’s wrong with you?
I wash the dishes.
Walk to the post office.
I get some juice in my mouth.
I spit it out.
I spit it out.
I spit it out.
I spit it all over my clean shirt.
(it says “vail)

I’m not yours or anyone’s.
I don’t even own myself.
Why do you always watch me?
I just wanna be myself.

Get offa me!
Away from me!
Get me outa here!
Don’t follow me!
Don’t bother me!
I’m no leader.

You don’t know me,
so don’t touch me.
I’m not here to validate your behavior.
You need to stop.
You need to stop.
You need to stop talking so fast.
(I’m not interested in anything you have to say)

I wish you would crawl back up to the bar.
Tell it to your drink.
Tell it to your drink.
Tell her who you are.
Don’t tell me.
Don’t talk to me.
I want you to shut your mouth.

Get offa me!
Away from me!
Get me outa here!
Don’t follow me!
Don’t bother me!
I’m no leader.

I can not be your leader.
I can not be your leader.
Stop lookin at me.
Stop lookin at me.
Stop lookin at me.
Stop lookin at me.

I brush my teeth,
stop looking at me.
I park my car,
stop looking at me.
Get on the train,
stop looking at me.
I turn around,
you stop looking at me!

Tango Shoes

admin — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 06:06:03 +0000

When we’re together,
I am alone.
Dawdle down the street, shuffle my feet,
don’t wanna go home.
There’s an antique store.
I go inside.
All I got on me,
is only twenty bucks and my pride.
(That’s when I see them!)

My new tango shoes,
They are my treasure! They are so cool!
My new tango shoes,
They are my ticket! My tools!
My new tango shoes,
are gonna help me dance away from you!
My new tango shoes!

Like Cinderella, I am transformed.
Suddenly I’m taller
you’re smaller
I am reborn!
With new courage,
I go downtown.
To see you sitting at a table,
girls all around.
(and they see my…)

My new tango shoes,
They are my treasure! They are so cool!
My new tango shoes,
They are my ticket! My tools!
My new tango shoes,
are gonna help me dance away from you!
My new tango shoes!

…see my sexy metamorphosis
right before your angry eyes…
I stick a red rose in between my lips,
turn on my heel,
dance out of your life!

You told me you love me.
That was untrue.
Now that we’re over,
this dance is for you.

My new tango shoes,
They are my treasure! They are so cool!
My new tango shoes,
They are my ticket! My tools!
My new tango shoes,
are gonna help me dance away from you!
My new tango shoes!

Choking On The Truth

admin — Thu, 27 Sep 2007 08:08:34 +0000

Sucking on a sucker
running down the alley
away from worthlessness.
It’s dusk.
The lovely, pink sky eggs me on.
Thinking of you,
I roll this candy on my tongue.
I throw a rock in the air,
but it doesn’t go anywhere.
(like my spinning wheels)
Reminiscent of this sugar lump,
it seems to be lodged in the centre of my throat.

Choking on the truth.
I thought it was my candy,
but I’m choking on the truth.

Discreetly I try to cough it out,
try to scream and shout.
Everchanging flights of ideas,
my life is surely
flashing right before my eyes.
You have a way. You startle me.
I laugh. I face reality.
This is a pill of strong will
and, as you intended,
so hard to swallow.

Choking on the truth.
I thought it was my candy,
but I’m choking on the truth.

I am honesty, and this is hard.
You were everything I ever want.
Your memory is sweet candy,
the flavors fading away…

Sucking on a sucker
running down the alley.
Running over all the things I could have done differently.
You were mean to me.
I didn’t mean to be so real
and pure
and simple
and honest
and you make me sad.
You make me mad.
You’re making me choke!

Choking on the truth.
I thought it was my candy,
but I’m choking on the truth.

October Songs

admin — Sat, 28 Jul 2007 08:08:50 +0000

If I fall outa my nest,
will ya pick me up? Will ya help me fly?
If I fall outa my nest,
will ya show me love?
If I’m in over my head,
will ya pick me up? Will ya help me out?
If I’m in over my head,
will ya show me love?

It’s cold, baby.
It’s cold, baby.
I need your love to get me through this time.

Lonely October song.
I am a bleeding heart.
Lonely October song.
Help me! I’m falling apart.
I can’t seem to find anyone
who hasn’t fallen.
Fallen down.
I can’t seem to find anyone unlike a crispy leaf on the ground.
(there are leaves all around)

If I’m blind and lose my way,
Will ya walk with me? Will ya help me see?
If I’m blind and lose my way,
Will ya show me love?
If I’m incarcerated,
Will ya bust me out? Will ya set me free?
If I’m incarcerated,
Will ya show me love?

It’s cold, baby.
It’s cold, baby.
I need your love to get me through this time.

Hold On

admin — Fri, 16 Jun 2006 17:17:10 +0000

Baby, I’m angry.
Baby, I’m scared.
We’re living in a dark time.
And nobody cares.
Baby, I’m tired.
Life isn’t fair.
You are the only one,
who will always be there.

Hold on, to me.
Say you’ll never leave me.
Tell me anything, you want.
Hold on, baby.
Say you’ll always love me.
Promise that you will hold on.

Baby, I’m sorry.
I don’t mean to cry.
But, I never needed you more,
than I need you tonight.

Hold on, to me.
Say you’ll always love me.
Tell me anything, you want.
Hold on, baby.
Say you’ll never leave me.
Promise that you will hold on.

I’m a small honeybee.
I drown in the water.
You are my hand in the well, weeelll…

Hold on, to me.
Say you’ll always love me.
Tell me anything, you want.
Hold on, baby.
Say you’ll never leave me.
Promise that you will hold on.

Stolen Sidewalk

admin — Sun, 04 Jun 2006 14:14:46 +0000

I’m a junkie.
I’m a whore.
That’s what you always called me.
I am raw,
an open sore.
I ache to remind me…

I’m a weakling,
you are strong.
Pick me up from where I lay.
Here on a stolen sidewalk.
Baby, don’t make me beg…

I’m religious once again.
We all are before we die…
and I am so sick to death.
Wasted tears I cry.
And who said love would always mend,
and fill the emptiness again.
Should light a single candle…
make a prayer in my name.

I’m a weakling,
you are strong.
Pick me up from where I lay.
Here on a stolen sidewalk.
Baby, don’t make me beg.
I am not right,
you’re not wrong.
I can’t last another day.
Here on a stolen sidewalk.
Baby, don’t make me beg…

The closest thing I found to heaven,
is sitting here, talking to you…
I’m the queen of western paradise,
don’t you know,
nothing left for me to do.

You Are The Master

admin — Thu, 11 May 2006 20:20:34 +0000

I am tied up in the burning sun.
Baby, you are my only shade.
You’re the bowl of water beyond my reach.
I can only move the distance of this chain.
I chew anything you will give me.
Eat anything, even my own words.
Scramble for any morsel you throw,
you scatter hope like scraps of food.

I guess you are the master.
I am the dog.
I am the dog.
Waiting for you to love me.

I am jumping on you for affection.
I would love to lick your face.
You scold me, you push me off.
I’m your loyal bitch, a man’s best friend.
I lie here and lick my wounds,
from my little bed of wishes.
I run to you in my dreams.
I pine for you in my life.

I guess you are the master.
I am the dog.
I am the dog.
Waiting for you to love me.

I have no sense of time at all.
Twenty minutes or twenty years,
it’s all the same.
I am your muse, you are my muse,
broken hearts.
Baby please show me some mercy,
don’t put me down.

I guess you are the master.
I am the dog.
I am the dog.
Waiting for you to love me.

Regular Guy

admin — Tue, 25 Apr 2006 18:18:53 +0000

Let me tell ya about the kinda guys that like me:
They’re in jail.
Either that, or they are slumming…
or walking on the wild side.
I guess you could say I’m just like Jody Watley,
“Looking for a new love.”
I don’t think I’m asking for much in a boyfriend…
Here’s what I want:

I’m just looking for
a four-eyes-really-square regular guy,
just like you.
Wouldn’t it be cool?
Couldn’t it be you?
Wouldn’t it be cool?
Couldn’t it be you?

I’m just looking for
a four-eyes-really-square regular guy,
just like you.
Wouldn’t it be cool?
Couldn’t it be you?
Wouldn’t it be cool?
Couldn’t it be you?
Please, be you! c’mon…

Let me tell ya about the kina guy I look for:
Ticklish.
And, he likes cherry popsicles.
He likes sno-cones.
He rides BMX.
I want a boy who can lie in bed all day with me,
holding hands.
I don’t think I’m asking for much in a boyfriend.
Here’s what I want:

I’m just looking for
a four-eyes-really-square regular guy,
just like you.
Wouldn’t it be cool?
Couldn’t it be you?
Wouldn’t it be cool?
Couldn’t it be you?

I’m just looking for
a four-eyes-really-square regular guy,
just like you.
Wouldn’t it be cool?
Couldn’t it be you?
Wouldn’t it be cool?
Couldn’t it be you?
Please, be you!

Dawn

admin — Sat, 08 Apr 2006 10:10:57 +0000

For you I’m a good for nothing woman:
Red lips, red leaves.
Fall on my knees like autumn.
I miss cigarettes every single day of my life.
When you make love to me,
I close my eyes and pray you’ll say “goodbye”.

Damn! She’s dawning on me!
Finally dawning on me.
She’s dawning on me, she’s beautiful!
It’s not that you don’t know what love means,
it’s just that you do not love me…

Cold wind whispering in my lonely ear,
telling me that heartbreak is drawing near.
You so hungry, baby, you’ll eat anything on your plate.
Guess you don’t go home no more,
cause you got a secret date.
You gotta hit me on the head a few times.
So blind with wishes, I can’t see past your smiliness.
I miss Nick-o-liss every single day of my life.
Gimme back all my DOA records, or I’ll show you right!

Damn! She’s dawning on me!
Finally dawning on me.
She’s dawning on me, she’s beautiful!
It’s not that you don’t know what love means,
it’s just that you love her and not me…

Religion

admin — Sat, 18 Feb 2006 17:17:51 +0000

Suck my mouth.
Suck my pain away.
Helplessness,
I am hard to stain.
Potentially inappropriate…

I am naked,
before you.
Look at me.
You came for me.
I pray to you.
You are in me…

You are my religion.
You are my religion.
I’m loving you.
You’re loving me.
You are my religion.
You are my religion.
I’m touching you.
You’re touching me…

Intoxicated with your breath.
My eyes close,
I am a mess.
Starving and cold and I need your love…

You keep me real.
You lift me up.
Prayer soft,
I am in love.
Devotee of your immortal love.

Brutal truth.
It is profound.
Can you hear the sound,
of my breath?

You are my religion.
You are my religion.
I’m loving you.
You’re loving me.
You are my religion.
You are my religion.
I’m touching you.
You’re touching me.

Story Of My Life

admin — Tue, 02 Mar 2004 04:04:06 +0000

Our love was volatile and weird.
All I thought as I hopped the Grayhound was,
“Get me the fuck outa here.”
I ran…
I ran away from you.
Packed my tears and all my fears.
I had nothing better to do.

Mommy,
Mommy, I know you know the truth.
I’m sorry that you’re heartbroken.
Now, all I am is missing you.
And, when I left
I dropped a trail of candy hearts,
hoping you would wait for me…
I just want, to come home tonight.
This is the story of my life.

One week,
shouldn’t have even been one day.
I am calling from a payphone,
twenty three hundred miles away.
Bad things I can not even say.
If not for the kindess of strangers,
I would not be alive today.

Mommy,
Mommy, I know you know the truth.
I’m sorry that you’re heartbroken.
Now, all I am is missing you.
And, when I left
I dropped a trail of candy hearts,
hoping you would search for me…
I just want, to come home tonight.
This is the story of my life.