Тексты песен «John K. Samson»

She found me in high school, it's a Story you have heard before, of Sunlight and the hope for something more And friendship turns to passion, like some Bird that learns to fly There is no time for the chance to wonder...

Morning bright, rise Go over your lines Iron your carefully crafted disguise We'd all like to sing It's easy to sigh To sprinkle a handful of plausible lies Our buildings will rise Poke out our own eyes Publicly smile...

Slouch down in my puke-orange chair and sigh The air is full of nerves and human cells Beside me sits some awkward girl who lies Fell half in love within the airport lounge Captain says "No smoking, if we crash try not...

I know it's annoying borrowing your brother's car But mine won't start and it's Sunday. Soon a line of headlights peering down the avenue Could find you there in a lawn chair Next to our old El Camino with the racing...

Hey, another numbing light of early morning Another pile of half-read books Nice and safe in my serene surroundings Evil smiles and empty looks Why justify why you can think at all? I guess I'm far too sane Cry, falsify...

Cruel snow, cracked lips, sun lost by four. Cold winces through the cardboard window Where the cobblestone was smashed into glass. And the bare bulb of moon swings over Portage Avenue And lights the icy rut you...

Waking up each morning with confusion in my eyes Wind is biting through to wave hello See in my reflection an exterior of lies Hope this shaky feeling doesn't show As if I have to tell you, there was little left to say...

Flying, floating, softly spinning swiftly through my dreams Attempts are made and understanding what it really means Trying to hold humanity in life got truly mad Extenuating circumstances always make me sad And...

North wind sinks The fence around a lot full of debris N ear the corner of Memorial and Me Where resurrected brick and drywall lean back into place There's a terrified reflection of my face All alone at the gleaming...

Here's a little picture for your wallet and your mind It's us when we were searching for the blue we could not find It's us with padded pockets, dazzling futures and these unpolluted smiles Reality pushed back just by...

This Spring made Winter an insulting opening offer down the passing lane It's getting harder to negotiate Thawing out and icing up again Past the [midwhere?] circle of Provincial flags flagging in the front yard Tired...

I woke you up at four this morning to whimper and to whine To hear myself through spit and crackle of a poor long-distance line Twelve clever ways to say I love you with words that always fail Hang up and light a...

We, the undersigned, put forth his name. Whereas Reggie Leach was born and played minor hockey back in our home town. The Rifle fired his first 500 here, then slapped his way into the NHL. We, the undersigned, put...

Out on the front porch with a kerosene lamp See white-capped waves rolling five feet high But begging these memories for another advance Is like whispering love to the sky I have this picture of you taking my hand Sink...

Neon lights and slinking purple skies Squeeze out soft regrets from all our lives And I greet another door that opens in To that place that we repeatedly begin I'm tangled up in tries Slipping on I wonder why I face...

I turned on all the sprinklers in the pouring rain To try and hide the real, and I recall Couldn't get to sleep that night, it's still the same No one left to call No one left to stop me from the fall All this self...

Another Sunday afternoon, nothing much to do Sit and try and make some sense of what I think I think about you Soaked with surroundings that just make me yawn First snow melting outside on the lawn Scattered bits of...

An open window shows the stars shine well up there I clear my throat to hear some sound And think of falling out into the open air Blue-black sky and cold, familiar ground Something always pulls me back Something...

Expectations loom and haunt me With these questions I must choose In our minds that youth formed with the Friction of opposing views We're not spilled on grasping whims Kick 'em in, so plain to see Stressly fierce and...

Flowers, moonlight, sticky things Songs that mean nothing, places I've been Blood fruit, crying, old guitar strings They're all softly poetic, smoothly obscene When I use the word "You" I don't know who I mean If this...