because you love them

RETURN YOUR FRIENDS' PHONE CALLS!
(i'm really bad at this. i'm sorry!)
Johnny
Emily
Kent
Keri
Joel
... and probably a lot more.

august said

(a. eubanks/c. taylor)

safely stored
under
the lion's care
well guarded
below his feline stare

wake him up
and interrupt
an animal

wake him up rudely
this month is truly
a smiling pride

protection
satisfied
by the faith
in his green eyes
criminals
from his mouth he'll wipe
in his defense
you sympathize

mind his clutches
elymra gultches
romance some how
that fatal sound

habits are frozen
nohing is chosen
shame isn't done
not havin' fun

need to know

frequency physics

glow worm

(b. carraux/c. taylor)

he glows in the dark
she breaks her own heart
and minds forever his bones
anybody sees they're sleeping
equally

....

she & her swan

(w. king/c. pickett/c. taylor)

each nite's a diff'rent fucked up dream
and everything seems like it's worth mentionin'
in every place i know i've been
some things never change
god knows i've spent my time borrowin'
scarin' up and losin' steam
just a diff'rent fucked up dream
all my life's a diff'rent fucked up dream

i'm sorry for yourself
thatcha don't need nobody else
and i'll thank you for ya care
but i don't need it
barely need me

so be careful
take care of yourself
you never were with me (x2)

and though it seems like we was meant to be
i have no idea what i might really need
plenty left for me to do
'sides gettin' stuck on me and you

i'm sorry for yourself
thatcha don't need nobody else
and i'll thank you for ya care
but i don't need it
"Bear" Lee kneed me

so be careful
take care of yourself
you never were with me (x5)

[ladada-lada-uh-ah
(aaaah-haaaah)
lend a lifeline] (x3)

bidding report

dry and white
dust might hide
in the cracks of the ceiling
mask it nicely
close 'em up tight
no professions
keep with the humans

all in hot lands
how fast
bloods adjust
for wretch'd states
n' bitterrapport

yada yada
blood in the floor
blah blah yada
blood in the floor
yada yada
blood in the floor
blah blah yada
bitter rapport

all in hot lands
so fast
bloods run
to wretched smiles
n' bitterrapport

...& left right

(j. lancaster/c. taylor)

this tiny garden on the water
and the mountain on that shoreline grows
until my boat,
'til it crashes,
got to spit this notey note

dive in, darlin'
dive into the docks of a killer
and in that stream we will wade
hoping never ever to become islands

never leave scars there
don't leave scars there
never leave scars there
kings and brothers don't leave scars there

on that road: fork ends
curl up tight, california foxes
can't love, can't listen, and
they creep out the fountain
if you don't need to
you know you can dive back down

never leave scars there
don't leave scars there
never leave scars there
kids and mothers don't leave scars there
never leave scars there
nevermind
deal love
deal, love
'til then, why be out of place?
give us the chorus and fuck it up