The Gallery

 
Your life hung up in a gallery,
Poised in a wooden frame,
The sequences of happenings,
Set firmly in their place.
 
Your days hung up in a metaphor,
Your thoughts carved out of stone,
You call yourself da vinci, but,
Your talent isn’t known.
 
And we all feel like painters,
Just brushing out figures in gray,
And our ideas brand us,
We’re filling up canvas,
And drying out the paint.
 
You had watchful eyes for everyone,
But who takes care of you?
Your face was crooked in that photograph,
I had to take while you were looking away,
It’s just another snapshot,
You seem as sure as I’m not,
We’re not getting carried away.
 
But your soul it doesn’t run,
But the colours have begun...
 
And we all feel like painters, 
Just brushing out figures in gray,
And our ideas brand us,
We’re filling up canvas,
And drying out the paint.
 

 

 

Oceans

 

Over-trodden, listless through the bone

Have you taken my oceans away? 

Twenty miles out, can’t see the shore 

And the dolphins, though smart, they can’t pray 

              

I’ve been twenty years alive ...And my oceans won’t survive at this rate 

 

Overtired, wishlist growing longer 

You’ve been breaking my heart over again 

Twenty miles out with no direction 

So they can sin me all apart, smart as I’ve been 

             

I’ve been twenty years alive...Can I do more than just survive at this rate? 

 

Over-trodden, listless through the bone 

Have you taken my oceans away? 

Never let me swim across the water 

I was never scared to dive, I was never scared to dive anyways 

I was never scared to dive, I was never scared to die anyways

 

 

 

EmmaWho 

 

You can’t even cry anymore, 

‘Cause all the pedals just blew up in your eyes.  

Maybe water a rose in the sore

And make believe that there’s a reason to rise.  

 

The situation it calls for a care 

And yet you’ve buried them with stones ‘neath the stair. 

Well how hard can it be, to be fair.

After all, lies and coffee start your day.  

 

CHORUS:

Reach me by appointment only

And there’re some days when I’m out. 

But there’s bound to come times
I’ll come looking for you

When the bottles all but empty, 

I convince myself to make a run on the night

It’s what I do for people like you…EmmaWho.  

 

The thick brim glasses you wear 

Indicate your insecurities with issues like love. 

Let’s talk about where you get these ideas

You don’t believe in when push comes to shove.  

(Tell me what do you see)

That’s good, good good to see we’re making progress.  

(Very interesting)

I feel as if we’re tapping into something deep

 

CHORUS:

{Yours is a special kind of voodoo….EmmaWho}

 

BRIDGE:

Now how do we meet back in the middle?

After a year smearing the surface.  

Recreating the maps from our memories, 

Dying to try out our instincts

 

Like we never ever have

And it makes me think, 

But it really makes me laugh.  

 

You overflow with the will to do good

But all these demon seeds you’ve sewn reap what would

Become bountiful buds that break off

To form the bulk of what you call understood.

 

 

 

The Red Line

 

Please, oh, please don't get me started

don't tell me how im regarded

flippin' heads, chasing tails, idiot, ask what your part is

heard dominoes in stereo, swear to god, can't find where your heart is

 

no crossing the red line

dont stay up past your bed time

 

stars, dots, scars, circles and sirens

if thats my plane

who are these pilots?

one more pill to swallow down

even still, you keep causing riots

all these plans to carry out

on none of them am i relying

 

im crossing the red line

ill stay up past my bed time

im crossing the red line

nothing is fine

 

everyones an actor

struggling for his lines

the greatest common factor

is cutting like the killing kind

i wont start this over

caught up in time to time

i lean on a shoulder

leveling out my lie

 

please oh please dont get me started

dont tell me i dont know where my heart is

 

 

 

Bringing Home the Blues

 

Im bringing home the blues in my best disguise

no one questions me when i draw from some book of lies

i left myself for hours driving down some road

cant explain my powers to my father on the phone

 

and then he asks me "son, are you manic or depressed?"

i said "i just sing a lot, more often than the rest"

 

And Im bringing home the blues

a tall white orchid and a bottle of juice

And Im bringing home the blues

you talk to much, yeah, your mouth is loose

And im bringing home the blues

no one took a picture, in the alley, of you

and im bringing home the blues

and if its some short song

i cant believe that it was all bad news

 

 

 

The Stars Always Add Up to Nothing

 

A book you might have read

So I've been, so I've been

The words I should have said

So you knew, so you knew what I meant

 

Now your hanging up a paper moon

Got cut up on the sun, and it's setting me soon

And Im hanging up stars now I just can't seem to find the room

You composed a broken remedy

With a counterfeit conscience, you wore on your sleeve

Now I have to keep quiet, or they wont let me leave

 

If I told you a nightmare was coming

would you still close your eyes and get carried away?

Cause the stars always add up to nothing

And the sun only wants you to play

When I knew that a nightmare was coming

Yeah I still closed my eyes and got carried away

And the stars always add up to nothing

but somehow they still get in the way

 

So they tied you to a blue balloon,

Told you not to press buttons you found in a room

But you're winning a prize

and you think you'll be getting it soon

Walking down a hallway like a street

Meeting strangers who's answers are never complete

and I guess that its christmas

because I cant sleep

 

If I told you a nightmare was coming

would you still close your eyes and get carried away?

Cause the stars always add up to nothing

And the sun only wants you to play

When I knew that a nightmare was coming

Yeah I still closed my eyes and got carried away

And the stars always add up to nothing

but somehow they still get in the way

 

Yeah I told you again you got carried away

Yeah I told you again you got carried away

 

Yea I told you again you got carried away, told you again you got carried away

(Yeah the stars always add up to nothing, yeah the stars always add up to nothing)

 

 

 

Hibernate

 

Guess ill hibernate

sleep tonight through tomorrow

in the evening when i wake

time to celebrate

light a candle, tip the bottle

and become that empty space

 

cant trust my mind,

when ive lost it but a couple times

cant trust my mind

when ive lost it but a couple times

 

Guess ill hibernate,

burn the lights, kill the spiders,

that keep dropping from my ceiling

I tried to erase

one more evening one more evening with a liquid cure

strapped firmly to my face

 

cant trust my mind,

when ive lost it but a couple times

cant trust my mind

when ive lost it but a couple times

 

so im leaving you

ive been begging you to take your meds

unpredictable, 

in this hospital ill get some rest

so im leaving you

ive been begging you to take your meds

unforgivable 

in this hospital ill get some rest

 

cant trust my mind,

when ive lost it but a couple times

cant trust my mind

when ive lost it but a couple times

cant trust my mind,

when ive lost it but a couple times

cant trust my mind

when ive lost it but a couple times

 

 

 

Bullet Proof in Satin Sheets

 

once again ive lost control

ever since the story broke

like pages turn, in twisted lines

i wrote the book on borrowed time

im fine

 

never want to see me, is it relatively easy getting on?

never seem to miss the way the sunlight broke the silence of the dawn

 

half a cigarette thats left to burn

ashes left of what we were

heavy weighs a heart that bleeds

you're bullet-proof in satin sheets

 

yeaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaa aaaa aaaa

 

never wanna see me, is it relatively easy getting on?

never seem to miss the way the sunlight broke the silence of the dawn

 

here again, beside myself.

here again, beside myself.

 

 

 

I've Managed

 

I'm the one who made you

I'm the one who set you free

I'm the one who saved you

You owe all you are to me

But now you've managed to get on the other side just like I wanted to

At least I heard it was true

 

We could've been immortal, 

Pickpocket lives from the side of the golden road

Worn with pride of war-torn souls 

And all forever'd be retired prose from days grown old

But now I'm sure you got up on the other side like I sure wanted to 

And I can't wait to collide with you

I hate to say it but I really do…

 

You can't afford it, can't afford to leave without me

You can't afford it, can't afford to leave me baby

You can't afford it, can't afford to leave without me

You can't afford it

 

SOLO

    But now I'm sure you got up on the other side like hell I wanted to….

Not everyone's like you

 

Tell me a story from when we were human

Dealing in dreamings' part time to pretend

 

We'd watch our rulers ruin all that was sacred

Picked up and shoved off, 

Raised hell like nothing

 

Still not convinced of Intrinsic good though

Watch how we work with what has withstood

 

If it sounds evil, know that it isn't

I willed it happen. She made the indent.        

 

Checkerboard Lies

 

I have seen the reprise

of the checkerboard lies.

And I've frankly grown ill

of the things you'll deny.

 

When you pack to distract

with a feather spine back

When a hungrier wolf

Has been eating the pack

 

Oh prince your demands 

are set too high

Oh prince reprimands

commend my lies

Oh prince your demands

are set too high

 

I have seen the reprise 

Of the checkerboard lies

 

 

 

Sleeping Safe and Sound

 


I'm scared of them

I'm scared of all the monsters come to steal me away

for things I say


I'm scared of you

You've always been the reason I act like I do

Now I don't sleep like I used to


CHORUS

Well I don't wanna talk about it

Leave me Be

Leave me be

And I'll soon forget about it

Drift away fast asleep in a world of my own

I'll take you in, I'll take you home

And then we'll raid the soft parade

Go out for tea and still get paid 


Gotta wonder

I gotta wonder what they did with me and mine

While I was under

Suppose it doesn't matter

Don't need another sign to show me it's all over

Now just kindly gain composure


CHORUS


BRIDGE TO NOWHERE

So much for simple bubblegum

I guess my paranoid side won

He wants to turn me back to dust

Says that he's allergic to us

But lay your arms down

He's got time to come around

And if he doesn't we'll still sleep safe & Sound...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

    

 

 

 

 


 

 

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