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I was looking for something on Pete's blogspot and found more FaD lyrics. I forgot about some of these.
It all started with some friends and a van
a kick drum inside my ribs
Preaching electric into a microphone stand
Raise your red plastic cup
And Turn the laughter up
We fell asleep in the grass on the summer fest days
You'd never guess I'm still trying to get my head screwed on straight
All us believers still believe
Everytime we sing "two more weeks"
Someone shoulda thrown us in a cell and swallowed the key
Somebody shoulda told us to leave em be
The only news we tuned in to was the traffic update
Nothing feels as close to home as nightime windows down on 88
Lax to berlin and back
Wake up on the west coast inside a flask
The good books in the drawer next to the bed you pissed in
passports a blur, full of stamps from places I missed you in
They'll tell you everything about last night that you forget
Pack your suitcase, joes in the back smoking a jazz cigarette
They hated me before they ever loved me
I'm not ready for things to change
I miss you missing me in the good old days
Got stuck in the cell of you and me
I guess it still beat solitary
-----Worry worry
Put my head in such a flurry
Freckle freckle
What makes you so special-------
One of these days yr gonna wake up in heaven
Laugh about that night you got four stitches above your eye
when they let the guitars fly
Never trust a band that wouldn't bleed for you
Never believe in anyone who wouldn't drive through the night
(To you)
They never tell you in school you'll feel so alone
Wake me up again when were in the same time zone
The way I'd take a cornfield over a coast
Mulitply me times what you adore most
There were nights between yellow lines
When I confessed to you riding shotgun asleep under purple skies
They say
You get what you get
Well we Got lost in the middle of nowhere And you almost quit
Tonight Come together
Come apart
You can get lonely when u
Only read the charts
Called everybody I knew in this life
Can we get it together just for tonite
Idk, everybody probably talkeda bout this already but I like discovering things and going "oh."
It's just weird how I read a good chunk of "Coffee's for Closers" months before I heard the song, not to mention half of the chorus of "w.a.m.s."
EDIT:
aah I found an entire verse from "Tiffany Blews" and the entry was posted way back in February. Look me in the eye and tell me that's not freaking cool.
i get bright ideas in dark rooms
red rooster combs on our head
we are galaxies
a catipillar that got stuck
mr moth come quick with any luck
long walk in a dark house
a roman candle heart
keep us far apart
tour is just thinking you have been in every hotel, club or truck stop before.
it is deja vu personified.
all full of love so much that my teeth are floating.
now.
Wtf an other entry back and a whole shitload of stuff from "Headfirst Slide." January this time:
hes a lonely planet
dont stir and wake
everythings ok
give or take
the cats got the canary spinning in its ribcage
did i mention i came dressed for the intervention
(and if you were dying soon would you try to find snow in the deep summer
the june bugs dancing in wonder
and i still wonder now
if my words will stil turn you inside out)
hes a honeyjar
with that pretty face, lets never lose the lid
and keep those rosey lips in
(he breathes wet through insect eyes)
in multiples of four, no less than sixteen
mr. sandmans been showing his beam
when he walks into a room the walls lean in to listen
keep a calendar this way youll know the last time you came through
oh.
"i know what youre going through"
well i dont- its more of a "paper or plastic" grocery store choice to me
but ill sympathize with anything to get through to you
do you know what its like to watch reruns of yourself night after night
to offer nothing and expect everything in return
to cock your head just right to appear arrogantly humble
if we hurry well make the morning edition
cos everybody likes to read the bad news
theyve tapped the phone be very careful what you say
speak in code about singing birds and sleepy eyed women
autographs only taught me how to conterfeit signatures on my prescriptions
his heads a junkyard for rusted midnight thoughts
hes criminally carefree
when the pills swallow the worry
hes digging like forty nine
hes making you press rewind
hes a thunderstorm so bright you shut your eyes
he is a hurricane
I'm just going to keep editing this if I notice more things.
The subject of an entry back in November is "have you ever wanted to disappear and join a monastery- go out and preach on manic street." mmmmhmmm.
And AHA I found what I was looking for. I thought "lullabye" sounded familiar. I'm sure this has been discussed at length already lol but I'm proud of myself for noticing it, since I don't really read comms anymore. But yeah. "Lullabye" was that "campfire" song he posted over a year ago. I'm surprised I remembered.
honey is for bees, silly bear
besides theres jelly beans everywhere
its not what it seems, in the land of dreams
dont worry your head just go to sleep
doesnt matter how you feel
lifes just a ferris wheel
its always up and down, dont make a sound
when you wake up the world will come around
its just sweet weather and peacock feathers
in the morning itll all be better
dont worry your head just go to sleep.
oh and lolol oh my god the subject of that entry is "maybe we should feed our jewelry to the sea." That was before Pretty Odd came out. lol oh Pete.
this one's from LAST OCTOBER. Holy earth.
and then came a baby boy with long eyelashes
and daddy said "you gotta show the world the thunder"
im a madman, you think yr gonna stop me now
yr down on the ground and im gonna kick that last belief out of your mouth
and your parents bedroom is just armor you cant wear anymore
and i dont shine like i did before
even the young ones become irrelevant by yesterday
they always bring up how i changed
and i did at least twice a day
never the same person when i go to sleep or when i wake
we are all fighting growing old in hope of a few more minutes
to turn it around and make st. peters list
we are all just cave paintings
pinch yrself just to know you exist
theres a statute of limitations on the laws of attractions
dont forget
lower yr standars cos it aint gonna get any better than this
me and my "coffin sized friends"
were only fighting over the seat with the best view
to watch the end
when i die please make me a legend
so i dont have to come back and try again
look down, anyone can play a bad hand
god himself wouldnt understand my plans
im in production of reduction:
artificially sweetened limelight
pryed so many shells open
but only found sand inside
a wasps wings are as good as a moths
when theyre both in the pool turned upsidedown
ive got an obsession with legacy,
being murdered, and seaside towns
ive screamed my insides out and
been photographed coming undone
im pretty sure i could live until forever
and not know anyone
He mentioned the idea of folie a deux in september of '07.
August '07:
somewhere between the hell that is the souls of my feet
and the heaven that is the arch of my mind
is the purgatory of my hips
and i find myself floating through its vastness again every single night.
living a single file life is hard
but wives are like long division-
the way you always seem to be need but are
that memory itch just outside of where yr head can scratch
would you take yrself back to heartache if u could have yr teenage smile?
June '07:
dont you feel bad for the suicidal cat thats stuck with 9 lives.
my head only goes from zero to rage.
like a domesticated animal giving into instinct.
carved our names into a tree
and i dont care that i saw it first in some movie.
i think ill always go back and see if it sticks.
i feel like the santa maria. like i got there just after the discovery.
heads like this are gonna go extinct.
EDIT: I've unlocked this entry in case anybody wants to link it.
It all started with some friends and a van
a kick drum inside my ribs
Preaching electric into a microphone stand
Raise your red plastic cup
And Turn the laughter up
We fell asleep in the grass on the summer fest days
You'd never guess I'm still trying to get my head screwed on straight
All us believers still believe
Everytime we sing "two more weeks"
Someone shoulda thrown us in a cell and swallowed the key
Somebody shoulda told us to leave em be
The only news we tuned in to was the traffic update
Nothing feels as close to home as nightime windows down on 88
Lax to berlin and back
Wake up on the west coast inside a flask
The good books in the drawer next to the bed you pissed in
passports a blur, full of stamps from places I missed you in
They'll tell you everything about last night that you forget
Pack your suitcase, joes in the back smoking a jazz cigarette
They hated me before they ever loved me
I'm not ready for things to change
I miss you missing me in the good old days
Got stuck in the cell of you and me
I guess it still beat solitary
-----Worry worry
Put my head in such a flurry
Freckle freckle
What makes you so special-------
One of these days yr gonna wake up in heaven
Laugh about that night you got four stitches above your eye
when they let the guitars fly
Never trust a band that wouldn't bleed for you
Never believe in anyone who wouldn't drive through the night
(To you)
They never tell you in school you'll feel so alone
Wake me up again when were in the same time zone
The way I'd take a cornfield over a coast
Mulitply me times what you adore most
There were nights between yellow lines
When I confessed to you riding shotgun asleep under purple skies
They say
You get what you get
Well we Got lost in the middle of nowhere And you almost quit
Tonight Come together
Come apart
You can get lonely when u
Only read the charts
Called everybody I knew in this life
Can we get it together just for tonite
Idk, everybody probably talkeda bout this already but I like discovering things and going "oh."
It's just weird how I read a good chunk of "Coffee's for Closers" months before I heard the song, not to mention half of the chorus of "w.a.m.s."
EDIT:
aah I found an entire verse from "Tiffany Blews" and the entry was posted way back in February. Look me in the eye and tell me that's not freaking cool.
i get bright ideas in dark rooms
red rooster combs on our head
we are galaxies
a catipillar that got stuck
mr moth come quick with any luck
long walk in a dark house
a roman candle heart
keep us far apart
tour is just thinking you have been in every hotel, club or truck stop before.
it is deja vu personified.
all full of love so much that my teeth are floating.
now.
Wtf an other entry back and a whole shitload of stuff from "Headfirst Slide." January this time:
hes a lonely planet
dont stir and wake
everythings ok
give or take
the cats got the canary spinning in its ribcage
did i mention i came dressed for the intervention
(and if you were dying soon would you try to find snow in the deep summer
the june bugs dancing in wonder
and i still wonder now
if my words will stil turn you inside out)
hes a honeyjar
with that pretty face, lets never lose the lid
and keep those rosey lips in
(he breathes wet through insect eyes)
in multiples of four, no less than sixteen
mr. sandmans been showing his beam
when he walks into a room the walls lean in to listen
keep a calendar this way youll know the last time you came through
oh.
"i know what youre going through"
well i dont- its more of a "paper or plastic" grocery store choice to me
but ill sympathize with anything to get through to you
do you know what its like to watch reruns of yourself night after night
to offer nothing and expect everything in return
to cock your head just right to appear arrogantly humble
if we hurry well make the morning edition
cos everybody likes to read the bad news
theyve tapped the phone be very careful what you say
speak in code about singing birds and sleepy eyed women
autographs only taught me how to conterfeit signatures on my prescriptions
his heads a junkyard for rusted midnight thoughts
hes criminally carefree
when the pills swallow the worry
hes digging like forty nine
hes making you press rewind
hes a thunderstorm so bright you shut your eyes
he is a hurricane
I'm just going to keep editing this if I notice more things.
The subject of an entry back in November is "have you ever wanted to disappear and join a monastery- go out and preach on manic street." mmmmhmmm.
And AHA I found what I was looking for. I thought "lullabye" sounded familiar. I'm sure this has been discussed at length already lol but I'm proud of myself for noticing it, since I don't really read comms anymore. But yeah. "Lullabye" was that "campfire" song he posted over a year ago. I'm surprised I remembered.
honey is for bees, silly bear
besides theres jelly beans everywhere
its not what it seems, in the land of dreams
dont worry your head just go to sleep
doesnt matter how you feel
lifes just a ferris wheel
its always up and down, dont make a sound
when you wake up the world will come around
its just sweet weather and peacock feathers
in the morning itll all be better
dont worry your head just go to sleep.
oh and lolol oh my god the subject of that entry is "maybe we should feed our jewelry to the sea." That was before Pretty Odd came out. lol oh Pete.
this one's from LAST OCTOBER. Holy earth.
and then came a baby boy with long eyelashes
and daddy said "you gotta show the world the thunder"
im a madman, you think yr gonna stop me now
yr down on the ground and im gonna kick that last belief out of your mouth
and your parents bedroom is just armor you cant wear anymore
and i dont shine like i did before
even the young ones become irrelevant by yesterday
they always bring up how i changed
and i did at least twice a day
never the same person when i go to sleep or when i wake
we are all fighting growing old in hope of a few more minutes
to turn it around and make st. peters list
we are all just cave paintings
pinch yrself just to know you exist
theres a statute of limitations on the laws of attractions
dont forget
lower yr standars cos it aint gonna get any better than this
me and my "coffin sized friends"
were only fighting over the seat with the best view
to watch the end
when i die please make me a legend
so i dont have to come back and try again
look down, anyone can play a bad hand
god himself wouldnt understand my plans
im in production of reduction:
artificially sweetened limelight
pryed so many shells open
but only found sand inside
a wasps wings are as good as a moths
when theyre both in the pool turned upsidedown
ive got an obsession with legacy,
being murdered, and seaside towns
ive screamed my insides out and
been photographed coming undone
im pretty sure i could live until forever
and not know anyone
He mentioned the idea of folie a deux in september of '07.
August '07:
somewhere between the hell that is the souls of my feet
and the heaven that is the arch of my mind
is the purgatory of my hips
and i find myself floating through its vastness again every single night.
living a single file life is hard
but wives are like long division-
the way you always seem to be need but are
that memory itch just outside of where yr head can scratch
would you take yrself back to heartache if u could have yr teenage smile?
June '07:
dont you feel bad for the suicidal cat thats stuck with 9 lives.
my head only goes from zero to rage.
like a domesticated animal giving into instinct.
carved our names into a tree
and i dont care that i saw it first in some movie.
i think ill always go back and see if it sticks.
i feel like the santa maria. like i got there just after the discovery.
heads like this are gonna go extinct.
EDIT: I've unlocked this entry in case anybody wants to link it.