singer-songwriter, musician, guitarist
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Art is basically communication, and I think everyone who's a music lover has had that experience where a record or a recording has kept you company when no one else is around. And I think that is what I'm hoping that people get out of my music.
I never fuck with Facebook. I absolutely despise social networking. I think it's truly going to result in the destruction of mankind. Sometimes I just wish I didn't live in this time. Before, there was so much more freedom and privacy, and you could truly escape places.
The world's become a little too mean.
And me I'm in my bedroom drawing in my notebookIt's just words they mean so little to me.
My Brother went to collegeHe'll end up just like papa, who hates his life.
And me I'm in the bathroomwhen you're scared, just like a little kid.
If I die tonight, then I guess I die tonightLet me go on.
I started to sink like the moon tends to do if you stare at it too longThen you blink and it's gone
I swear that I'm dyingjust take me there.
In a coma, you don't dream,you just hope that someone sits with you.
Well morning came, and it dressed the sky in a lovely yellow gown.singing "I won't ever be lonely again"
There's a cat in the window, of the house of my lover.Oh I try no to think about that, I try not to think at all!
My parents ask if I'm alright; I say "I've just been staying up too late.keep her pretty ghost from chasing me!
So you say there are spaces, opening wide?But you don't try. No you don't try.
And you speak of a fever, that burns you inside,When there is so much more. There is so much more."
If the world could remain within a frame like a painting on the wall, I think we'd see the beauty then and stand staring in awe.
You could be happy, the minute you try.Why won't you try? Oh won't you try?
And the sad act like lepersSo that the pure can shut their doors.
And I sing and sing of awful thingsThe pleasure that my sadness brings.
For a sunrise or a sunset, you're manic or you’re depressed.Will you ever feel ok?
I think it is more like a ghostsomething more like a feeling.
If you wanna see the future, Go stare into a cloud.
Well is it your fear of being buried that makes you so afraid to speak?
So you can try and live in darknessIt will greet you every morning and make you more aware with its absence at night
The hook is in deep boys,or you could just let go and be lifted to the sky.
If the world could remain within a frameBy the fault lines and the soil.
Ambition, I’ve found, can lead only to failure. I do not read the reviews. No, I am not singing for you.
The animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness.
I’ve seen a child, he's caught in the sad trap of gravity. Yeah, next time, neither will I.
Well, I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well. And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help.
Honesty" "Accuracy" is just "Popular Opinion.
Well, ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit. I guess an even split.
And each new act of war is tonight's entertainment. We're still the pawns in their game.
As they take eye for an eye until no one can see, we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history.
Love's an excuse to get hurt and to hurt. then hurt me.
He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper.I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover.
My head's a carousel of pictures andThe spinning never stops.
For a song I was boughtSo give me all your pity and your money, now (all of it).
But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility?Let’s just hope that is enough.
But you should never be embarrassed by your trouble with livingwho have done the most singing.
It's not a movie, well, I call that living
And it's too hard to focus through all this doubt When the world ends who's gonna hear it?
I'll never understand how destroying families through deportation benefits our society. How we treat the undocumented says a great deal about us as a people and whether or not we'll continue to fulfill the fundamental American promise of equality and opportunity for all.
Everything that happens is supposed to be someday maybe I'll get to where I'm going
So hurry up and run to the one that you love. And he'll claim all that has spoiled in your heart.
Because the truth is that gossipAnd that's a fact.
It was a small mistake Sometimes that is all it takes.
But, I was as helpless as a chess piece that is myself
So I wait for the day You are free!"
We're all too busy working, entertaining ourselvesIt never does, but who's to say? At least my doctor gets paid.
'Cause a costume can be comfortableAnd it's nothing that no doctor's gonna fix.
I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kissThe love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist.
I'd rather be working for a paycheck, than waiting to win the lottery.I really think you like me.
I found a liquid curefor my landlocked blues
And there's kids playing guns in the streetsAnd he shot me dead.
But greed is a bottomless pit'cause we're comin' for ya!
You'll be free child once you have diedfrom the shackles of language and measurable time
And I never thought this life was possible,You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for.
In polaroids you were dressed in women's clothesWell, I don't think that I ever loved you more
Well let the poets cry themselves to sleepAnd all their tearful words will turn back into steam
The sound of loneliness makes me happier
Well, I could have been a famous singerLet's fuck it up, boys, make some noise!
The sun came up with no conclusionsI'm wide awake, its mornin'
i keep drinking the ink from my penif you love something give it away
a good woman will pick you apartbut don't walk away, don't walk away
we made love on the living room floorif we walk away they'll walk away
So don't be fooled, so don't get lied to Then we could talk it through
Yeah, I was a postcard, I was a recordI was a camera until I went blind
I guess the best that I can do nowthat's gonna take me back where I belong
So I go back and forth foreverI'm not surprised but I never feel quite prepared
Now I'm hunched over a typewriterand a feeling I cannot escape
I dreamt this ship was sinkin' there was people screaming all aroundAnd I awoke to my alarm clock it was a pop song it was playin' loud
So I will find my fears and face themI'll fight like hell to hide that I've given up
I want to be the surgeon who cuts you openThe only place where you feel safe.
I wanna be a shower in the morningAs you sleep through a winter's dream
Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plotUntil we put him in the ground.
There is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free
You took off your clothes and left on the light,And eyes like a showroom.
so immagine what you want and hold onto that thoughtand you'll be standing alone in a blank, blank space
so believe you're who you areand ill be shivering cold on a well lit stage
The drunk kids, the catholicsHoping to be saved
And I'm sorry about the phone call and needing youThere are some things you can't fake
I'm sorry about the phone call; and waking you.Some things just can't wait.
So I want to get myself attached to something bolted down,I keep running around, when all I want is to lay motionless.
It's exploding bags, aerosol cansIt's kill or be killed.
The squatters made a mural of a Mexican girlFour winds blowing through her hair.
Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and left there to sleep, left there to dream of their happiness.
The Bible's blind.If you burned them all together you’d get close to the truth.
On a detox loft through a Glendale Park over sidewalk chalkSomeone wrote in red, "start over."
Oh, I've made love, yeah, I've been fucked, so what?I'm a cartoon, you're a full moon, let's stay up.
You mean nothing to no one but that's nobody's fault.
Little soldier, little insectWith a bullet and a bet.
Everything must belong somewhere.I know that now, that's why I'm staying here.
I'll never understand how destroying families through deportation benefits our society. How we treat the undocumented says a great deal about us as a people and whether or not we'll continue to fulfill the fundamental American promise of equality and opportunity for all.
I used to work at a school as a teacher's assistant, and my mom is a principal at an elementary school. I don't know, I think that's a pretty good life, teaching kids.
Art is basically communication, and I think everyone who's a music lover has had that experience where a record or a recording has kept you company when no one else is around. And I think that is what I'm hoping that people get out of my music.
When everything is lonely I can be my best friend.
Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and left there to sleep, left there to dream of their happiness.
I used to work at a school as a teacher's assistant, and my mom is a principal at an elementary school. I don't know, I think that's a pretty good life, teaching kids.
Art is essentially communication. It doesn't exist in a vacuum. That's why people make art, so other people can relate to it.
I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love.
I used to work at a school as a teacher's assistant, and my mom is a principal at an elementary school. I don't know, I think that's a pretty good life, teaching kids.