Poll: Thursday vs Lou Reed vs Sparklehorse
Poll Options
View poll results: Thursday vs Lou Reed vs Sparklehorse
black
0 0%
orange
0 0%
gray
2 100%
Voters: 2.
#1
bass beat

If we could alter the flow of our blood.
Like a mistaken bullet guided by our hearts.
We'd sit through these colours,
but trust in the rain,
These rainbows won't lead us to anything.

There's a sliver of light from the hall.
It's been telling you something,
but you brush it off.
Now your breathing is laboured,
your heart begins to race,
you've taken the shot that will start everything.


But everything isn't enough.
We all shake the hand of gravity,
to test the boundaries of love.

Now the message is clear.
Your hope like a halo,
hung in the air.

Slowly it's slipping down.
If it hangs any longer your lungs give out.


We're trying to close the gap,
between your lips and where i stand.
That way you can speak softer,
and you don't have to scream.

You'll flinch at the sound,
every cellar door makes.
then in walks your maker,
to pull your heart strings.


Everything isn't enough.
We all shake the hand of gravity,
to test the boundaries of love.

Now the message is clear.
Your hope like a halo,
hung in the air.

Slowly it's slipping down.
If it hangs any longer your lungs give out.


So calm,
and collected.
Embrace the disease,
before you're infected.
The same pulse,
beats in time,
to all the victims,
who've lived your life.


AWA

I'm standing in the street
Just ready to meet
other people who,
like me,
are stoic, jaded, bleak
and wake up every day
in a personal Alaska
Oh, how I wish Jessica were here
So I could ask her:
"Do you remember the time
when you asked me out,
but not really?"

I'm staining the bedsheets
in my personal alaska
She's hella hopped-up
and I ask her:
"Are you afraid to die
alone and never let
me ask you:
What is in your mind?"
She's not going to say
she's so cold in my alaska.


something vauge

A mouth like a distant shore,
those eyes...
Flickering in my head lights,
a deer in the park of;
a bug in the wheat near;
a hug like a hurricane.
Too many close calls, to
call my own so I've adopted a pair
Of embryo lips to the name of locusts.

A pair of dominoes only knocks each other down.
A silver charm for a golden crown.
Champion, oh champion,
Stuck at sea, the dawn cover
Like a sick fire, like autumn eyes.
We’re hissing through alleys
and we’re drops in a tsunami.

My teeth for a nickel,
A pillar to hold me down,
nothing at the beach,
so I'm nowhere near empty
but not nearly close to being full,
I’m a salamander chewing oleander.
I’m a salamander chewing oleander.
Flames for a fistful of;
tea: the content of coffee
caffeine for a drug machine.
I’m a salamander eating oleander,
With hugs for a hurricane.
#2
dammit... the second one i submitted to steve had a few small things fixed up... was hoping to use that one... oh well.