Look into the wall of my mind’s eye. I think I know but I don’t know why. The questions are the answers you might need.
Look into the wall of my mind’s eye. I think I know but I don’t know why. The questions are the answers you might need.
And so I wondered and wandered around the planet, looking for some things that might have mattered to me.
Exchange our fears for little glass holes and broken dreams of bent-backed trolls.
A long time ago, we used to be friends but I haven’t thought of you lately at all.
In my eyes, indisposed, in disguises no one knows, hides the face, lies the snake, and the sun in my disgrace.
And I don’t understand why I sleep all day, and I start to complain that there’s no rain.
I need a change in my life, and I need it right now. Good or bad, it doesn’t really matter how.
Walking on his highways, we leave the land and float inside the dark, black water, robin flies again.
Rust in the mountain, rust in the brain, the air is sacred here in spite of your claim.
All my favorite songs are slow and sad. All my favorite people make me mad.
We are the vultures, the dirtiest kind. We’ll cut you once in your heart and your mind.
Why are you listening to all the things they tell you every day? Why are you listening, what happened to your own mind anyway?
I got a date with the night, burnin’ down my finger.
Common ruse, dirty face, pretty noose is pretty hate, and I don’t like what you got me hanging from.
Smack, crack, bushwhacked, tie another one to your back, baby. Hey kids, rock and roll, nobody tells you where to go, baby.
Who took the bomp from the bompalompalomp? Who took the ram from the ramalamadingdong?
We go together baby, and if we do, yeah I’ll be your weakness baby, and get to you.
It starts out easy, something simple, something sleazy, something inching past the edge of reserve. Now through the lines of the cheap venetian blinds, your car is pulling off of the curb.
We question one accessory: don’t think the piece is necessary. We agree you’re dressed to kill, but wonder if you will.
Lump lingered last in line for brains, and the one she got was sorta rotten and insane. Small things so sad that birds could land – is lump fast asleep or rockin’ out with the band?
Something in the way she never looks my way, I’m in love, I’m in love.
Well, I’ve got a fever, I’m a non-believer, I’m in a state of grace, for I am the Caesar, I’m gonna seize the day.
I’ve kissed mermaids, rode the El Niño, walked the sand with the crustaceans. Could find my way to Mariana on a wave of mutilation.
Time to take a ride, time to take it in a midnight eye. And if you want to go, get on below.
Give us a kiss and maybe we can go out – it’s hard to miss you when you follow us about.
My soul is sound when I’m in my hometown, yeah, and no place I’d rather be.
Watching the people get lairy, it’s not very pretty I tell thee – walking through town is quite scary.
I feel so alone – gonna end up a big ol’ pile of them bones.
I’ve been crowned the King of Id, and Id is all we have, so wait to hear my words and they’re diamond sharp.
Sell your soul and sign an autograph – big bang baby, it’s a crash, crash, crash.
But if you’ve lost your faith in love and music the end won’t be long. Because if it’s gone for you then I too may lose it and that that would be wrong.
You know, I’ve made mistakes. I’ve had my ups and downs, my ins and outs, my share of bad breaks. But when it’s all been said and done, I raise my beer and I swear, “God, it’s been fun!”
Every time I come here I’m not sure what to say. I know it should be easy but it never seems that way.
You shouldn’t try to look so good if you don’t wanna be misunderstood.
Yeah, you got the weight of the world coming down like a mother’s eye.
They can’t hear a word that we’ve said, when we pretend that we’re dead.
Coffee breaks and lamb’s tail shakes aren’t arbitrary marks.
Hey kid! What do we got? Not a lot. So what?
So come on, check it off now.
One part evil, three-fifths blind.
Can you hear my heart beating like a hammer?
There are true sonic gems hiding on these streets, in this shadowy world.
We got the money! We got the money now!
You can find her screaming along with the ghosts, reminds you she’s the one that you need the most.
The band that I feel I should really like more but… erases the but.
An exquisitely executed dose of grungy riot grrl punk rock.
It’s the riot grrl drama you’ve been craving.
Easily one of my favorite “new” finds of this decade.
You think it’s funny but what I say is true.
This is love, this is love that I’m feeling.