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daylight wasting time
elsewhere
tired
another song about a girl
cold day in fall
yeah
the l.i.e. and other ridiculous fabrications
moment
95
shitshow
escape
красивая
these
these jersey days don’t bother me at all
some springtime daylight savings muse ignites me
i’m gonna ride this wave through summer until i fall
but let me stay awake tonight
and let me stay on this crest alright
and let me stay on this hypomanic vibe
until i crash upon the shore
now the parkway lifts my soul unto these shore points
and the 3-5 brings me right up to the beach
the white lines on the asphalt mark the drumbeat
and the exit signs, redemption within reach
so let’s just stay awake tonight
and let’s drink all the booze in sight
let’s burn out before the light
of day comes racing in
i don’t pop my collar pink like all these winners
in these backyards and these decks of guilden st.
now i’m just tryin’ to find my place within this shitshow
between the hipsters, meatheads, goldchains, and the geeks
so let’s take it deep tonight
i got my mad dog in my pocket-right
we got one night to make the earth spin right
back where it belongs
eleven shooting stars across the sky
eleven martian men screaming in the night
now they’re on fire like the fourth of july
sparking stellar for every thing they know is right
3,000 miles ago i was in your arms
3,000 miles ago i fell asleep with you
now i’ve gone solo staring at the stars
and the milky way is beaming funk down
but hey now i’m not going to lie
but i’m feeling rather different then i thought i would
right here, right now
i’ve found out how
to get out of my head
and disappear somehow
now i’m electric on this highway wire
shot right through upon this interstate concrete
the shuffle theory cracks it open wide
i’m green with freshness in the world of no repeats
this highway 101, it winds us through a mist
to the shores whose vistas dreams cannot conceive
where waves are audible but can’t be seen
my mind it rolls over itself, oh itself yeah
now i’m not going to lie
but i’m feeling rather different then i’ve ever felt before
right here . . .
i'm tired, but i can't sleep
the replays of the day are going through my head
it's just like a movie
and i'll my friends, they're so so afflicted, so addicted, so depressed;
it's such a mess, but i'm still here
let's sing a sing a song
and write the words as we go along
because it's over, yeah, it's over before you know
now i'm wasted and i'm dialing
we all know how that ends
never quite as well as we'd planned it
now it's three am and i'm stomping home
and i'm calling, i'm calling, and you're not home
it's probably just as well
let's sing a song
and write the words as we go along
because it's over, yeah, it's over before you know
let's drink one down
drown the memories of the sounds
of the stories of the girls we used to know
i'm sorry about the way things worked out
i'm sorry if you've ever had a doubt
i'm sorry about the way it had to be
i'm sorry it's just you and it's just me
so here's another song about a girl
here's another song about the way it has to be
here's another song about a girl
here's another song
i'm sorry this is not what you thought
i'm sorry that you found out that life can't be bought
i'm sorry that you've gotten so aware
i'm sorry but i just dont care
so here's another song about a girl . . .
woke up with new expectations and a new creation
woke up with a whole new feeling; it's me you're stealing
and on that cold day in fall
can i find the words to tell you what i want to say?
can you hear my feelings without running away?
on that cold day in fall, after all
i know you can save my soul babe, yeah i know you can motivate me right
and i want you to save my soul babe. i want you to save my soul tonight.
desheveled and depressed on this paxil day
can you feel my feelings, babe i don't know what to say on this
cold day in fall, after all
i know you can save my soul . . .
and i know you've been there baby. i know you've been this low before
i know you're my angel baby.
and i know you can save my soul . . .
ever since you dropped the bomb on me, you’ve been on my mind
when you spelled out that something that’s been there for quite some time
ever since you let me know, i’ve been in a trance.
now i’m making last ditch calls to the gods of circumstance
for just a chance to let you know
for just one chance to say
that ever since you called me out, i’ve been feeling kind of high.
(cocaine, no-doz, adderall, now i’m quite the manic guy)
now i’m trying to behave and just sing you a song,
even though now what i want from you is oh so wrong
let’s take a ride to where we both know
there lies the place we should not go
yeah, i’m leanin’ in
this is where it all begins
come on; let's go for a ride
we'll watch law and order and movies 'bout infanticide
now i’m riding on your vibe of firefly morbid truths
a sunderstorm girl brings the rain, the pain, the last stand of youth
yeah i’m stopping at all these yellow lights inside my head
but ride with too much caution and you might as well be dead
i know this is the wrong idea
i know you know it to
yeah, i’m leanin’ in
this is where it all begins
come on; let’s go for ride
we’ll sing our anthems wild when i’m inside
the l.i.e. and other ridiculous fabrications
yeah i wish you’d stop with all your games
over internet and text message each night
now it’s you and me across the great divide
it’s the king of “that card” versus the queen of spite
and every time we bring it all together
i go and do something that breaks the seam
yeah we’re so damn far away from where we started
on the northern, riding shotgun, broken hearted
all these sycophants are creeping their way homeward
i must have made a wrong turn on the l.i.e.
you know i wish i’d stop with all my bullshit
all my telephone calls late at two fifteen
but you know these petty games will play forever
while we try to reconcile the in between
it’s another time we brought it all together
then an adderall binge blows it all away
you’re running round the same old place you started
on the northern, riding alone, torn apart and
if the hempsted turnpike leads you to salvation
then you made a wrong turn on the l.i.e
now i don’t even know how the fuck i got here
but now i’m westbound, the floating city, it’s all so clear
and now i really miss the cross bronx and the d-train
oh please siva smite the l.i.e. today
in the moment everything comes down
in the moment everything comes back again
like the moment in the pale blue dawn
we had a moment that will never be back again
we broke the day into a million pieces
can you hear it crashing down?
it resonates, do you hear the glass upon the ground?
watch out. i'm falling down
like lightning and the sound
in the moment everything fucks up
in the moment everything comes back again
like the moment with the bright red blast
we had a moment that never will last
we broke the day in a billion bits
can you hear it crashing down?
it resonates upon the ground
watch out. i'm falling down
like the leaves on the ground
i95, red and blue lights ignite the fog
damn i hate this state and it's crisis of identity
somewhere in the east, there's a green light that blinks its song ashore
a hundred miles away, on the parkway, all is still
we're almost there
on a summer's drive, the road and the car and the headlights we're alive
somewhere on a hill sad girls and broken boys are littered on a lawn
it's another soul too soon; it's another soul
too fast too gone too lost too short too sad so long, so unpredictable
so delicate
on a summer's night yeah the air and the moon and the water we're alright
i wonder if the man with the saxophone
knows about the end of the world
i wonder if the kid with the yankee's hat
knows about the end of the world
i wonder if the man with the shiny gun
knows about the end of the world
i wonder if the people at penn station
know about the end of the world
oh there's something brewin' in the east
and the d train bum is yackin' 'bout the beast
oh i know i might get some sleep
at the shitshow at the end of the world
it's just another rainy night in new york
it might not be the end of the world
but the jews are eating chez-its and pork
it's gotta be the end of the world
we might be in the eye of the hurricane
so no, it ain't the end of the world
but let's all get bipped on cheap champagne
'cause it just might be the end of the world
well there's something coming from the west
and the fat man tony's sayin' it's gonna be a mess
but the d train bum, he still ain't impressed
he knows about the end of the world
now al quaida has procured some whack ass stuff
and the sirens are singing, it ain't no bluff
somtimes the end of the world can be rough
it's the shitshow at the end of the world
waking up is like falling off a cloud into a ditch
when i come to i realize that life's the same old bitch
so far so long all those yesterdays
trying to reach out to you across the miles and miles away
when i could sleep you are my one and only friend and love
but when i wake up you're farther than the faintest star above
and i wish i could sleep just one more dream
escape for awhile from the world back home
i saw her standing there
was it true or makebelieve
and i wish i could sleep . . .
краси-fucking-вая shout it from these flooded streets
and it's краси-fucking-ваяhow the two of us have come to meet
now i'm wailing up these songs to you, standing in the rain
and you shut me out, and you let me down 'cause it's love you cannot feign
chinua achebe said it best, "things fall apart,"
they'll break your heart
and crash your cars
take ten steps as we walk away
and we'll turn back for the last time
краси-fucking-вая: gonna float down broadway now
краси-fucking-вая: gotta forget you somehow
краси-fucking-вая is never what it seems
краси-fucking-вая is your face inside my dreams
chinua achebe said it best . . .
all lyrics (c) brian hawkins 2000-2005