Let's Talk About Feelings 
1.After You My Friend
2.Gun In Your Hand
3.Leave The Light On
4.Change Despair
5.Train
6.Hurry Up and Wait
7.Everything Turns Grey
8.Love Story
9.Messengers
10.The Kids Are All Wrong
11.May 16
12.Owen Meaney
-After You My Friend-
Here he is. He saves a grin
He wants to be the one who doesn't have to sink a level
Indiscrete, in his retreat
All he need is just a taste of the bitter pride he held in her name
Embrace the solitude in ordinary fucked up state of grace
Far away from the days he bared
the cross he used to wear
In some resolve well aware
a little pitiful, a pin up boy they dress in grieving wear
well at ease in consent
in the drift of undertow
He won't justify the pity from them
When he knows...fools in love are arrogant
Their sermons cloud his breathing air
He's in love with an isolation from emotion
Here he is awaiting sentence
A fool to think that anyone can escape guilt and anguish
A subtlety that can't be learned
A subtlety that can't be taught
He is caught in the lure of second thoughts
He might still care
As he settles down well aware
Bound in secrecy. His voice will
only dignify their fears
but sorrow is signified
He's well aware of his pride.
-Gun In Your Hand-
You jump in front of the bullet
The family put you to it
You might survive the first thousand shots
back to the end of the line
You hold the will to survive them
Answer to those you have failed
Time to clean your room and show you are able to stop
beating yourself down
You've arrived
A wealth of respect, a world of a regard
You've always belonged
You have to go on
I just want you to feel the gun in your hand
You used to hold aspiration
You couldn't see the limitations
Even in your youth you were unsurpassed
but driven by grief and it couldn't last
Sometimes promise,
sometimes goodbye
Confessed to all through bloodshot eyes
I just want you to feel the gun in your hand
It only breakds you untill you get off
I'm not gonna watch you kill yourself to live
It's all so average until you get off
I'm not gonna wait here until the body's cold
I just want you to feel the gun in your hand.
-Leave The Light On-
So please leave the light on after you've gone
Leave the pictures in their aging frames up where
they belong
Leave the bed sheets unclean and they will reek
of you still
Cover me in resolve
So please leave the imagery
I can twist it
Dissociation and obsession
Superstition and pain
I can carry them on too and
bury you once again
I could bring this memory back to life
I'd apologize
I live to hear you say what they can't
I would make amends
They'd all love to have you back but...
I'd do anything to bring you back to say goodbye.
-Change Despair-
Everything that i've done here into one
in keeping with...
Some earned conviction, some stagnation,
some change despair
Disappointment and odds
in a costume you can't take off
I leave it behind. I know that this time i get in for free
Our latest rendition lame
Reincarnate, return the same
Still the best times are her now.
Now that I'm bored, now that I'm numb
Done, I know this is wrong
Safe in that stance but incomplete
Leave it behind. I know that this time i get in for free.
Some of it's habitual
sometimes the change is not enough
And in the lost empathy
memories of better days.
-Train-
My inspiration note
the sympathy
They've taken everything you want and they
left you all alone
My setting sun, self appointed,
I am a fraud
You are the martyr
It's decided and I owe you several worlds
I can tell you...
Rat in the sewer, scraps they left behind
Once their visionary, and they all have robbed you blind
Your broken records playing for
None fabricate song
Amputated creative tongue
You sing on and on and
I can tell you why
I'm bringing you down,
calling you out,
taking your shield
It's easier now
Years have been kind
Distance between
has given hind sight
I jumped a train
Your tragedy so easy to read,
is bitter envy
They're reaping all the lowly benefits
You missed the train they stole
and you've never...
I'm burning you down,
calling you out,
taking your shield
It's easier now
Years have been kind
Distance between has given hind sight
I'm on a train.
-Hurry Up and Wait-
It's......time to get up and stress out
We're driving to another town
We're never gonna make sound check
so I can't even take a shit
No showers, shaving or coffee
I can't fuckin' brush my teeth
"C'mon we're already late man,
let's go"
Hurr up and wait
Wait
Hurry up and wait.
-Everything Turns Grey-
(by Agent Orange)
Things don't seem to be as easy as they used to be
It's getting harder everyday to think
of better things to say
about what's going on around you
and what's happening inside you
When it's time to change you won't know how
It won't matter here from now
No matter what you think or do or say
Everything turns grey
This is it, the darkest hour
Isn't it depressing how our
minds create an atmosphere
That won't happen here unless we make some new demands
to grasp the future in our hands
You know I wish I could but it's too late
for senseless minds that love to hate
No matter what they think or do or say
everything turns grey.
-Love Story-
Maybe it's not funny but it's true
No one here's suprised but you
Embellish it, the truth is your a slave
addicted to it's escalating
and your love story's bad
Drama makes you livid and the nervous always laugh
I'm fresh out of advice
and sick of standing in this harms way
Interstae, indebate,
an impasse
Driving out the hope and gas
Arriving at the same mute conclusion
This destination failure
This going, going
Nowhere slow
Drama is exhausting and I'd rather be alone
I want better friends
I'm sick of giving in to harms way
and so are they
Sick of being around something that's destined to fail
and the sume of its parts cannot see
they make me hate life, hate
friends, hate being there
I know that it's not funny but it's true
No one gives a shit but you
Maybe I'll just swallow all these thoughts
Maybe someday you'll stop.
-Messengers-
Late, I can stay up late
In and out of bed
CLeaning up the mess
Trying to be honest
'cause I know I am on it
In this the last time I speak of it
the loyalties that have been broken
Mine isn't dead
One thing is true
Nothing is sacred
When everyone's talking
and nobody's listening
When we confide in all those friends
they're just messengers
One thing is true
You throw the matters into blue skies
turning to grey,
falling out everyday
One thing that's free
I confide in you with the truth
Late, I can stay up late
In and out of bed
Cleaning up the mess inside
my head.
-The Kids Are All Wrong-
Def, watching cars
and focus on one 'till it's gone
Heroes die off everyday
Like fathers who would never stay
The kids are all wrong (repeat)
They're full of their
hopeless opinion
The kids are all wrong(repeat)
That's all I ever really learned.
-May 16-
No more waiting on them
as you rise inside new rooms
It's offical you've gone
you can live for no one else
Man the guilt must be huge
As there's no gain in failure
you succeed at being mine
Yeah, old friend, see you there
I will be proud from afar
I can paint a picture
in a moment of memories
and there aren't many left
I am extradited, uninvited
It's just another saturday
Take a step to freedom
You and her lothing this cruel world
Take a breath of shelter and exhale
Trust and allegiance
Leberate yourself from hell
It's just another saturday
-Owen Meaney-
Uncertainty
A foundation built on nothing I could see
secure in your immaculate perception
the last resort I thought I'd ever exercise
Now, all that I have to stand on
Grieving from a different point of view
I learned it's meaning from you
in life and death
and continue
...but faith is just a
silent tribute
Mine is just a desprate act
Give him back
I owe him
Throw me a line, I'll suspend
My disbelief
and concede
following your lead
Faithfully
Led into this concession with hope and doubt
A seemingly futile gesture
My faith is just a silent tribute
This just a desperate act
Holding on
It's just this desperation that
takes me home.
volver al menu de canciones