| Mortal SinThu, 20 Nov 2008 15:45:46 -0800 by 6string18I closed my eyes when i fell into your lapdid he make you stare deep into his handIts a mortal sin, but jesus has nothing to do with it/himI cried on the roof and rubbed my frozen toesI killed the boy, i abused him like an action toyIts a mortal sin, But jesus has nothing to do with itI guess i desirve to get blamed for itI tried to laugh it off my coughed insteadYou beat my body but im already dead Related: mortal sin peter rosati shuffle and draw jaybird |
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| Snow Eels, and God is UndergroundSun, 16 Nov 2008 19:43:31 -0800 by 6string18dressed in her wedding dresshis mother graced the stairsand wearing that tiny suit he held her hand and stood beside hehis wrists are kept warmby the bracelets his sister madehis feet are blistered and cold in the shoes that his ex-girlfriend madeupon the hill of their back yardhis father built a little house with his knew bentwe flew on the rope swingand pressed our little hands in the wet cementthey snuck in the old craneand flew on a string across the starsthey tried to hide the dust on their shoesbut his mother knew they hadnt gone very farhe woke to a letterand his grandfather left him that old blue hatbehind closed doors he wears it proud but wishes that he could give it back he shook hands with the mayorwho asked his name with a cell phone to his earand he shook hands with a strangeron the city street they talked about their fearsshe admitted to kissing that boy againand his heart was burnt and weakshe cried on the phone to him againand he stayed up and played guitar and sang her to sleepout on the front porchthe sunset cars go byhis brother wonders whats the hurry as they sing up into the sky Related: peter rosati shuffle and draw snow eels god underground jaybird |
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| LionsMon, 07 Jul 2008 07:10:50 -0700 by 6string18Lyrics:Isnt it a strange thing that i should be more like youis it somthing ive lived throughisnt it the hard fats that cut so deep into your heartisnt it the things you never would have guessedslither from the darkcorner of her eyeoh noslither from the darkcorner of her eyeoh noIsnt it the small town where the fog seems to gatherand the frost on the window the passenger side, theres no way to hideyour hand so i cant see whose its heldturn on the AC hope it will meltoh please dont shout when im drivingoh please dont shout when im drivingIsnt it the downpour that calms your soulIsnt it the hard rain that lets your know there will be morethe sound of thunder the clash of melodiesthe flas of lightning lights up my breathoh i can see farfar in to deathand beyonddeath and beyondisnt it the dark star that you call homeisnt it the friendliest place youve ever knownwasnt it the dead tree apon which you satin the rain the peeling bark climing high climbing fastand the lions bellow nibble at my toesand the lions bellow nibble at my toes Related: peter rosati pete shuffle and draw lions |
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| lilthingusggsfMon, 12 May 2008 15:35:04 -0700 by 6string18start verse:35-pre chorus:44-chorus1:35 -the verse only dragging a bit, dunno which you like more..then pre chorus then chorus Related: peter rosati |
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