so far, so good, or so they say from mission control
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"space robot five" brave saint saturn
so far, so good, or so they say from mission control, the deep of space is no place for a fragile human soul. the rockets burn as servos click and turn, and fall into their place. robots can't cry, don't laugh, can't die, in the darkness of space. he is strong, made of steel with the graphite lining, watch his eyes flicker slow like the batteries are dying. space robot 5, is he alive? so very alone, so far from home. three strands of wire, threefold the tie that binds. she is the one thing on the earth for which he still pines. to his heart she is life, so he prays to his maker with a sigh, as his fire sputters out, because robots never cry.
"another sunday" i mother earth
sunday...always hard to get to sleep when weird noises are implying threats, on cold sheets I sweat. on any other day it's all rest and flowers and a long night of nothing, in the morning some coffee 'cause when the sun goes down you close your eyes and think that you might wake in the same place. I'm out of my head, that was what they said, there was no way I would ever trust again. there's something that fills you up and it feels you up and then it takes control of your better sense, there ain't no control of things you take for granted, but they came and they held me up and they felt me up and left...I miss them. take me to your world I want to know if I belong there instead of here, is there religion? it is unordinary to want this affection, but I don't have a real friend and I hate my whole family but from my bed, my window's lit by a red light I have seen before, while floating away.
"a method" tv on the radio
eyes wide mine, suddenly everything flies by fine, mind goes on holiday, in its stead, clicking along the curb, clucking tongues how could they have the nerve. there is hardly a method you know. it's a broken poem, started up yesterday and it came true now, mind was on holiday, it's an open road will we soon see the end, it's an open book, a story to tell the band. there is hardly a method you know. I'm a storm faced cloud, hanging in dystrophy, I'm a cold, base clown laughing at enemies, it's a rough wild world could you please chaperone, it's a mind field trip, won't you leave it the fuck alone. this is hardly the method you know. there's a purple pain strangling yesterday, and a purple stain all spattered on interstates, it's an awkward stage grasping at anything 'cause it's lost the page and you can't find a word to say but they want you to, oh they want you to, yes they want you to, oh they want you, too. broken plates on dirty highways pave the way for alien grace, there is hardly a method you know.
"booksmart devil" silversun pickups
so believe, so believe in streetwise angel, so believe, so believe in booksmart devil. so retreat, so retreat from land-locked lover with anchored armor, sobering, sobering. so believe, so believe, in streetwise angel, in booksmart devil.
"lifeboats" snow patrol
hold on, hold on, let me get the words out before I burst, there's no truth at all, poking at the giant eyes of ancient gods. cool heads have failed, now it's time for me to have my turn. kiss me, kiss me, life is way too short to scream and shout. flashed up in my wildest dreams, the dark red blood streams, stretching out like vast cracked ice. the veins of you, the veins of me, like great forest trees pushing through and on and in gliding like a satellite in the broken night and when I wake you're there I'm saved, your love is life piled tight and high set against the sky that seems to balance on its own. sing out, sing out, the silence only eats us from the inside up, I meant no harm but I only get to say these words too late, wake up, wake up, dreaming only leads to more and more nightmares 'snap out of it' you said it in a way that showed you really cared. flashed up in my wildest dreams, the dark red blood streams, stretching out like vast cracked ice. the veins of you, the veins of me, like great forest trees pushing through and on and in gliding like a satellite in the broken night and when I wake you're there I'm saved, your love is life piled tight and high set against the sky that seems to balance on its own. send your lifeboats out for me, send your lifeboats out.
"bones & skin" mirah
if you live inside the old graveyard your skin and bones get kinda hard, you blame it on all of the ones who left you. if you're in the closet with a broom why don't you sweep around the room make little piles of all the things you don't understand? but it's in the mouth it's in the blood it's sweet the taste this bit of love, poor skin too thick to understand the gravity and graceful plans. in the place that's made of old relations where some got loved, some got hated, how absently you move around, how listless. how in the night the battle raged under the blankets where we brave at least enough to recognize the storm is just a storm. shine the lights across the bridge the surface you can't follow it the glossy name the wind in fits gets girders bucklin' at their beds. will I be this way when I'm dead? will I go home and go to bed will I wake up and wonder did something happen here? the weatherman well he should know the doctor too from down below they call to one another cross the wild and windy night. don't forget, you've got love, you've got bravery, you've got trust. you've got bodies, responsibilities, there's still mountains that are pushin' up from underneath. you've got pain it's not so strange but now you've had enough. don't forget your bones and skin, or where you go, or where you've been.