TOP THREE (AKA the ones I will insistently force people to listen to against their will):
My secrets for a buck.
Watch me as I cut myself wide open
on this stage.
Yes, I am paid
to spill my guts.
I won't see home till spring.
Oh, I would kill for the Atlantic,
but I am paid to make girls panic
while I sing.
We are quiet and losing control.
More Rock than Pop. And deep, not vain. Like most oh-i-am-a-super-rockstar-that-tours-across-the-country-and-have-groupies-on-the-backseat-of-my-van songs. And by the best band, ever. Seriously, like ever. My favorite band for as long as I've cared about music. The reason why I even care: Brand New. I'll remember to write only about them in one of these posts sometime.
You are the warmest part of the winter
When I was young I made a plan
That I would never break myself
Lift the shade and let some light in the room
We don't see the sun anymore
I've been told I gave my soul to live the days for someone else
"God, there is all there is"
The pictures in his mind arose
And began to breathe
And all the gods and all the worlds
Began colliding on a backdrop of blue
Blue lips, blue veins
He took a step but then felt tired
He said I'll rest a little while
But when he tried to walk again
He wasn't a child
And all the people hurried fast, real fast
And no one ever smiled