Lifter
“Pictures remain split at the image, cupboards well-stocked with things that deminish, pain that comes with clarity and mirrors in well-lit rooms”- Jets to Brazil, 1998
Shoot me
these are the lyrics to the hidden track off High and Alone. I really wanted to reach in deep and tell the real story. no bullshit. If your name is used and you don’t like it, go fuck yourself. it has nothing to do with you.
calling all kids, who lost one of their own,
this one is for you, if you’re high and alone,
and the place you live in, is a stretch to call home,
cause this burning economy took the place where you were supposed to grow up
and be okay,
you know nothings been the same, since the day we lost James,
an emptiness in us all, that we’ve struggled with filling,
I don’t ever see that happening,
then all your favorite girls moved away,
left you here for that evil college game,
you stayed in fear that you’d never see them again,
but when they came back, they took your name,
said things about you, put you to shame,
Ashley, can you hear me?
you are fucked in the head,
the things I did for you, I’ll never do for anyone again,
I’ll never paint another pretty face,
and listen to it complain about things that I think I can change,
like there was some sort of light in you, tucked deep away,
but you’re fucking crazy.
you tried to take Amber away from me,
had your father threaten me,
yeah I said it, I’m not one to call a girl a bitch, but you’re a fucking coward,
so when you hear this, know that,
you single-handedly wiped this city off my map,
but I guess I should say thanks for setting me free,
have fun shitting where you eat.
have fun drinking yourself to sleep
hannah starved herself to be in that magazine,
she told me that in confidence,
but this is the bed we made,
and your hollow american dream, now lie in it.
