Тексты песен «Jason Collett»

Lemon gin, corn fields plowed under Cigarettes, Southern Comfort With your friends behind the bleachers It's not this dance, he's gonna be there In the high school gym And it's almost summer Almost warm enough to swim...

All the flowers fade And all the star's pale As this bitter beauty Grabs you by the tail How long will you hesitate? Half way up the trail Yes, it's dark in the trees And some wounds never heal And you're dreamin'

You tried to make it good Hiding out in the neighbourhood Getting by and it's understood There's no time Like the time before the flood You get high to feel your love It's alright so you need the crutch Step aside...

You took your brownie hawkeye and pointed it up at the sky you just let the shutter fly all of your friends still wonder why you were never good with a goodbye you just turned your back and let it slide...

Dance, locust, dance The prophets shrug their shoulders as Calamity's child lost her head In the bell of the trumpet blast I know you just wanna be on fire I know you just wanna be on fire Jam, radio, jam Power to the...

It was in your basement apartment With all of its earth and sea Making love on the carpet Under the light of the TV Outside the sour moon minstrels Shook their dark tambourines The morning came in sinister Well, window...

Honey, I don't know why I get so mean Honey, I don't know why I get so mean You never earned it, you don't deserve it Honey, I don't know why I get so mean Honey, I don't know what you see in me Honey, I don't know...

You took hold of my affections With your Bible and your sword Your celebrity connections I was not used to keeping score From your fine guilded chalice I drank all your cheap red wine It was a good place to be Judas...

You betray your heart When all your charm has faded You say it's not your fault That your privilege makes you hated And still you talk too loud Tryin' to live up to the reputation You wear your little crown Of...

Here's to the long suffering paramour. To bloody fists still banging on the door. Here's to the fury, the sorrow, and all the coughed up regret. To devotion cadles blinking at the darkness. Here's to the king of fools...

Well, I got your invitation But it never crossed my mind Your casual obliteration Would cross the line On a rainy day highway And the melancholy got on I got the most nostalgic feeling I'm gonna head right by on We're...

Lamps of kerosene Up in the north country Air is cool, and the lakes are seething The sun sets, I can not describe this feeling I followed you down I followed you down Through the black waters Of Parry Sound I Thought...

Drunk again, six p.m. Beautiful, ugly weekend Stayin' out and sleeping in Love it when my girlfriend Calls me a cock sucking fagot Writing rock 'n' roll lyrics On the back of matchbooks For garage ballads Rock 'n'...

It hurts, love hurts Words, there are no words I was sorry then, I'm sorry now I'm sorry that I let you down, I let you down I'm aflood with disaster And what's worse I always thought you were stronger I loved you...

Your smoking gun was lying in my arms When you told me to keep it hid I thought it'd best if we just stay in But I must confess I did not confess We got stoned in bed I dreamed I was back home with my woman You never...

How can we leave at a time like this? You know the ocean where the sun comes up Is different than the ocean Where the sun goes down These are the days That were never really meant to be won Wiggle your toes, can you...

We're the fugitives of American portions Caught on the sleeves, yesterday's conquered From the fresh cut grass out on the interstate Where the wheels keep on rolling Till we've sealed our fate Tinsel & sawdust, who's...

I've been stunned by the clarity Of your peripheral vision Now I know it wasn't fair of me To always offer my opinion I guess I should learn that sooner But I always was the slower learner Waiting for the next shoe to...

Waiting for the world to come home Everybody's gone, I'm here all alone Waiting for the world to come home Waiting for the world to come knocking on my door Just like it did before I'm waiting for the world to be born...

So this is the day of the dead St. Jude and the Lady of Guadalupe The apples and oranges And silver coins for ghosts to gamble with Marigolds and candles This is birth and this is death All in the same breath We all...