sia- kill and run…
watching the sequence of sounds…
coming out of your mouth…
but the snore is too loud…
follow the hands as they move…
try to make out your move…
but my brain doesn’t want to…
i close the door…
silent call for you…
what have i done to you…?
kill and run, kill and run…
i’m one of the dirty guns…
kill and run, kill and run…
a bullet through your heart…
interpret the eyes as they die…
should i cry should i love…
your poor lashes blow…
victim of sensory love…
you cry over my…
an innocent call…
i close the call…
silent call for you…
what have i done to you…?
kill and run, kill and run…
i’m one of the dirty guns…
kill and run, kill and run…
a bullet through your heart…
kill and run, kill and run…
i’m one of the dirty guns…
kill and run, kill and run…
a bullet through your heart…
lana del rey- young and beautiful…
i’ve seen the world…
done it all, had my cake now…
diamonds, brilliant, and bel-air now…
hot summer nights, mid july…
when you and i were forever wild…
the crazy days, the city lights…
the way you’d play with me like a child…
will you still love me when i’m no longer young and beautiful…?
will you still love me when i got nothing but my aching soul…?
i know you will, i know you will…
i know that you will…
will you still love me when i’m no longer beautiful…?
i’ve seen the world, lit it up as my stage now…
channeling angels in, the new age now…
hot summer days, rock and roll…
the way you’d play for me at your show…
and all the ways i got to know…
your pretty face and electric soul…
will you still love me when i’m no longer young and beautiful…?
will you still love me when i got nothing but my aching soul…?
i know you will, i know you will…
i know that you will…
will you still love me when i’m no longer beautiful…?
dear lord, when i get to heaven…
please let me bring my man…
when he comes tell me that you’ll let me…
father, tell me if you can…
oh that grace, oh that body…
oh that face, makes me wanna party…
he’s my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds…
will you still love me when i’m no longer young and beautiful…?
will you still love me when i got nothing but my aching soul…?
i know you will, i know you will…
i know that you will…
will you still love me when i’m no longer beautiful…?
will you still love me when i’m no longer beautiful…?
will you still love me when i’m no longer young and beautiful…?
jucid- i’m a zombie… (because you’re a ghost)
it’s halloween and i can think of anything scarier tonight…
than being all alone…
and i can think of anything to wear, to dress up for the night…
so, i’ll wear a fake smile and blame my denial…
just like i’ve done all week…
don’t ask what i’m dressed as i’ll probably just stare back…
and hope the silence speaks…
i’m a zombie because you’re a ghost…
i might as well be dead to you…
you’re the daylight and i’m a ghost…
i might as well be invisible…
you’re the witch that put a curse on me…
and i can’t get to sleep like a vampire…
and even if i did you’d haunt me in my dreams…
while he’s stitching up your seams…
and replacing all our dreams…
so farewell the memories…
i was tricked on valentines and treated to 51 lines…
i thought you said you were forever mine…
all these songs just fade to black…
because i know you’re never coming back…
this is the last song that you’ll ever get from me…
i kissed the air but you weren’t there…
like a ghost you disappeared…
but you left me addicted to your perfume…
and the scent of your cigarettes…
i’m a zombie because you’re a ghost…
i might as well be dead to you…
you’re the daylight and i’m a ghost…
i might as well be invisible…
you’re the witch that put a curse on me…
and i can’t get to sleep like a vampire…
and even if i did you’d haunt me in my dreams…
while he’s stitching up your seams…
and replacing all our dreams…
so farewell the memories…
doors will open when doors close…
i was standing on my tippy-toes…
caskets closed but doors have opened…
i saw you and i was hoping…
that you believed in love at first sight…
like the stars you were shining so bright…
so like an astronaut i launched off…
avoided all the meteors…
you said “hello” and left me breathless…
you took away all gravity…
like a hypnotherapist you waved your watch in front of me…
you made me forget all the sadness…
when i felt i’d lost everything…
you made me feel like i had surfaced…
no longer a walking zombie…
i was lifeless and you appeared…
you might as well be a heart surgeon…
i’m asleep because you’re my dream…
i might as well be invincible…
you’re the angel that flew down to me…
and gave me butterflies…
i’m the pumpkin and you’re the fire…
that’s kept me glowing with a smile…
(i’m the pumpkin, you’re the fire)
now she’s stitching up my seams…
(you’re the fire lit inside)
she’s the girl of my dreams…
(i’m the pumpkin, you’re the fire)
so bring on the memories…
(you’ve kept me glowing with a smile)
happy halloween…
the perishers- nothing like you and i…
we spent some time together walking…
spent some time just talking about who we were…
you held my hand so very tightly…
and told me what we could be dreaming of…
there’s nothing like you and i…
we spent some time together drinking…
spent some time just thinking about days of joy…
as our hearts started beating faster…
i recalled your laughter from long ago…
there’s nothing like you and i…
we spent some time together crying…
spent some time just trying to let each other go…
i held your hand so very tightly…
and told you what i would be dreaming of…
there’s nothing like you and i…
so why do i even try…?
there’s nothing like you and i…
nickel creek- sweet afton…
flow gently, sweet afton, among thy green braes…
flow gently, i’ll sing thee a song in thy praise…
my mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream…
flow gently, sweet afton, disturb not her dream…
thou stock-dove whose echo resounds through the glen…
ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den…
thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forebear…
i charge you disturb not my slumbering fair…
how lofty, sweet afton, thy neighboring hills…
far marked with the courses of clear winding rills…
there daily i wander as noon rises high…
my flocks and my mary’s sweet cot in my eye…
how pleasant thy banks and green valleys below…
where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow…
there oft as mild evening weeps over the lea…
the sweet scented birk shades my mary and me…
thy crystal stream, afton, how lovely it glides…
and winds by the cot where my mary resides…
how wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave…
as gathering sweet flow’rets she stems thy clear wave…
flow gently, sweet afton, among thy green braes…
flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays…
my mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream…
flow gently, sweet afton, disturb not her dream…
the 88- no one here… (dan french cover)
throw away the paper, and throw away the mail…
be bad if you wanna, be prepared to feel…
and all the expectations, i will never meet…
take you to the point of never believing…
and you’re tired of me…
everybody knows it, something i don’t see…
my love…
but there’s no one here who loves you like i do…
thank god this much is true, thank god this much is true…
and there’s no one here who knows just how i feel…
thank god this much is real, thank god this much is real…
and broken down…
so put it all behind you, where you cannot see…
and if you’re growing older, don’t forget me…
cause i will disappoint you, just because i can…
and i will bring you back…
to all that you say when you wanna call me friend…
and every time i show you, how this is gonna end…
my love…
but there’s no one here who loves you like i do…
thank god this much is true, thank god this much is true…
and there’s no one here who knows just how i feel…
thank god this much is real, thank god this much is real…
and broken down…
matthew perryman jones- only you…
how can i forget you…
the memories come and go…
you’re all i’ve ever wanted…
you’re all i’ve ever known…
can i be happy living with your ghost…
the pictures tell the story…
i took them off the wall…
it’s hard enough to get through…
i still can’t feel the fall…
do you even think of me at all…
oh, i want you…
only you…
and i want you…
only you…
and i can’t start it over…
and find somebody new…
a beautiful distraction…
just a hand to hold onto…
but if you asked me if that love be true…
oh, i want you…
only you…
i want you…
only you…
i want to taste you again…
like a secret or a sin…
breathing out breathing in…
there’s no one else for me…
but you…
only you…
and i want you…
only you…
brighten- i’ll always be around…
watch as the moonlight creeps into the room…
i think i just might want to be with you too…
as i’m dancing down the halls like glitter on the walls…
i cannot wait for you…
‘cause i don’t want to sleep at all…
but you’ll try to sleep it off…
and darling i, i can’t slow down…
don’t know why i do the things i do…
but i’ll always be around…
you’ll dream of me, love, walking on your roof…
climb through the window, live up on the moon…
where we walk among the stars, and we know what’s here is ours…
‘cause i made it all for you…
i don’t want to sleep at all…
but for you i’ll sleep it off…
and darling i, i can’t slow down…
don’t know why i do the things i do…
but i’ll always be around…
and darling i, i can’t slow down…
don’t know why i do the things i do…
but i’ll always be around…
but i’ll always be around…
matthew perryman jones- until the last falling star…
if there was a chance…
that we could be lovers…
i’d write you a book…
of handwritten letters…
and burn them all up to the end…
just to start over again…
if there was a chance…
that we could be lovers…
i’d learn how to dance…
and to hold without touching…
oh love, where have you been…
i’ll wait for your lead to come in…
so tell me the secret…
is there a way into your heart…
‘cause i want to believe it…
oh, will i be wishing…
until the last falling star…
if there was a chance…
that we could be lovers…
i’d swim seven oceans…
and keep going further…
i’d hold my breath until…
you slipped those words…
that belong on your lips…
so tell me a secret…
is there a way into your heart…
‘cause i want to believe it…
oh, will i be wishing…
i’ll keep on wishing…
until the last falling star…
say a line…
could be anything…
just stay with me, tonight…
tell me a secret…
is there a way into your heart…
‘cause i want to believe it…
oh, will i be wishing…
i’ll keep on wishing…
until the last falling star…
benjamin francis leftwich- pictures…
if you crash your car into…
your best friends house…
would you be quiet as…
words come out of their mouth…
stop, don’t do it…
i have been waiting for it…
stop, i knew it would come…
if you find a god next to…
your girlfriends bed…
would it be hard to…
sort out your spinning head…
stop, don’t say that dear…
that you wanted him here…
stop, don’t give him a clear…
take a picture of them…
if you are afraid, don’t be…
i have the whole thing planned…
we’ll start in the ocean baby…
and when we find the land…
we will be thankful to…
all of our friends…
that they didnt leave us…
as we got to the end…
take a picture of them…
if you find your faith in…
your parents god…
don’t be so quick to…
point out the flaws in it…
you’ve been around and you’ve seen…
the way that things work…
but you need a compass to…
get around your house…
sóley- pretty face…
i see my pretty face in his old eyes…
i listen to our blood run side by side…
i throw my hands to you and run away…
it´s so cold so dangerous that i can’t stay…
i run away from you…
into your dream and who the one…
that i was in when you took me…
that i could never meet my friends again…
i thought i touched them but i can’t feel i’m in your dream…
they want to take me but i will hide from them…
tonight i take your life and throw it far away…
i’ll use my pretty face to find my way to him…
i run away from you…
into your dream and who the one…
that i was in when you took me…
that i could never meet my friends again…
will you be my friends in my dream…
just take that pretty face i’ve shown me…
will we ever have that baby…
just take that pretty face i’ve shown me…
are you my friend…
will you be my friend in my dream…
just take that pretty face i’ve shown me…
dillon- thirteen thirtyfive…
strongest taste, loudest drop…
head is filled the thought, unlocked…
strongest taste, loudest drop…
head is filled the thought, unlocked…
strongest taste, loudest drop…
head is filled the thought, unlocked…
strongest taste, loudest drop…
head is filled…
you’d be thirteen, i’d be thirty-five…
gone to find a place for us to hide…
be together, but alone…
as the need for it has grown…
you’d be thirteen, i’d be thirty-five…
gone to find a place for us to hide…
be together, but alone…
as the need for it has grown, yeah…
a cave or a shed…
a car or a bed…
a hole in the ground…
or a burial mound…
a bush or a tree…
or the aegean sea, will do for me…
i can say that you look pretty…
you turn my legs into spaghetti…
you set my heart on fire…
for you i found a vent…
in the bottom of a coal mine…
just enough space for your hands in the inside…
if you go…
do let me know…
you’d be thirteen, i’d be thirty-five…
gone to find a place for us to hide…
a den or a dessert…
perhaps an ink squirt…
a cellar, a wishing well, a war…
or a guarantee will do for me…
for you i found a cell…
on the top floor of a prison…
just enough space for you to fit your feet in…
if you go…
do let me know…
for you i found a cell…
on the top floor of a prison…
just enough space for you to fit your feet in…
if you go…
please let me know…
i go running with a heart on fire…
