Tác giả: Ryan Ross
Behind The Sea
A daydream spills from my corked head. breaks free of my wooden neck. left a nod over sleeping waves. like bobbing bait for bathing cod. floating...
Build God, Then We'll Talk
It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street. appealing only because they are just that un-appealing. any...
But It's Better If You Do
Now I'm of consenting age to be forgetting you in a cabaret. somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask my name. as she sheds her skin...
Do You Know What I'm Seeing
Clouds are marching along singing a song just like they do. if the clouds were singing a song I'd sing along wouldn't you too? if you just knew what...
From A Mountain In The Middle Of The Cabins
Lying there. with a halo in her hair she cried. there are feathers everywhere. but it's fine. you do this all the time. crying now. through a...
I Constantly Thank God For Esteban
Give us this day our daily dose of faux affliction. forgive our sins. forged at the pulpit with forked tongues selling faux sermons. 'Cause I am a...
London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines
Stop stalling, make a name for yourself. boy you better put that pen to paper, charm your way out. if you talk you better walk you better back your...
Mad As Rabbits
Come save me from walking off a windowsill. or I'll sleep in the rain. don't you remember when I was a bird. and you were a map? now he drags down...
Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks
Watch your mouth. oh, oh, oh. because your speech is slurred enough. that you just might swallow your tongue. i'm sure you'd want, want to give up...