7 acoustic originals by yours truly

Patrick!

And I watch Home Alone...
I recorded all these yesterday and today at my drummer's request. These will soon be full-band, but I could use some feedback from people who know good music. Extra points to people who catch non-Morrissey references.

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You’re Tearing Me Apart, Lisa!
How long have we been standing here
[someone please help me write a lyric here]
These days have given way to years,
and I'm only more distracted

So I'll open up these windows and let in the hurricane
Flying with abandon, battered in the wind and rain
And if I call your name
It's the only one worth calling

All my past mistakes and all the ones I know I'll make
They keep me bolted to the floor, and I know
I should be running for my life, but I'm not so sure
it's anything worth running for

Saturday Night and Sunday Morning
10 minutes late to work Monday
and i'm still sore from the fight
I hate my pig boss by Tuesday
by Wednesday I hate my life
Don't want to see you on Thursday
because we're both feeling uptight
Too tired to go out on Friday
but I'll be f***ed up come Saturday night
and I'll stay f***ed up till Sunday morning

I know thousands who won't, but I still believe you
So let me know when it's safe to see you again

So won't you tell me a story
Merry as you will
This winter's tale is so boring
Cold and lifeless and still
She says it's been such a long time
The weekend's never enough
This generation of vipers
that she's afraid to call love
But she'll stay in love till Sunday morning

I know thousands who won't, but I still believe you
So let me know when it's safe to see you again
If you don't know what to do, just tell me what you want me to
and I'll be back when it's safe to see you again

Teenagers from the Mars Volta
We used to live for safety pins and skateboards
Power chords and punk rock battlecries
We used to live for cigarettes and stagedives
Too late to live to young to die
And I don’t know who you are

So will I see you hanging ‘round the 703
when I come back home
Or will you be in Washington, DC
f***ed up at the punk rock show
Well I don’t know
And I don’t know who you are

Because who you were would have never f***ed this up (who you were)
Yeah who you were would have never broke our hearts (who you were)
And now I’m so f***ing sorry I left you hanging on the line so many times

New York City is everyone’s destination
but no one really likes it here
It’s getting colder every year
We all gotta get out anyway we can I know
But there’s so many f***ing places you can go
And now I don’t know who you are

Because who you were would have never f***ed this up (who you were)
Yeah who you were would have never broke our hearts (who you were)
And now I’m so f***ing sorry I left you hanging on the line so many times

Summersend
Most tender spring would you stay.
Summersend autumn and lonelyness bring.
As the leaves blow on further down the lane
I hear the train come in, reminding me again

Life could pass me by. Wheels to the asphalt
To a name and a face, to a time and a place.
Wheels to the asphalt to a number and a name.

So write me a letter, tell me it’s better
Tell me things are better where you are
Because I’m not stuck here and I’m f***ing up here
And I don’t need to finish what I start

If I could look beyond these cobblestones
and familiar landscapes,
Would the city sky fall down on me?
Would this city sky fell down on me!

Do what you want to, I know she loves you
Do what you need to, she’ll never leave you
Live where you want to, I know she loves you
I know she loves you, but not the way I do

Going Places
His landlord yells out from the street,
"Pay your rent or you'll be out here by next week!"
At dawn the train passes by, the whistle sounds
like thousands crying for the death of those to come.

He searches like a cage
Never had time to act his age.
"Would that I could spend a year subliming ecstasy from fear
before the axe falls to the wood."

I would have saved them if I could. (x3)

Sexual Politics in the DC Multiverse
I wish sometimes you’d cut me down to size
and tell me to my pretty face we don’t see eye to eye
on anything, because you only loved this face
before it learned to move and breathe and speak for itself

It’s Friday night and, big surprise, I’m waiting for you back at home
I finish my last cigarette, get up, set my alarm and go to sleep alone

I never feel unwanted, most times it’s all I want to be
I know you feel disappointed, you never disappointed me

When I said “I quit,” it didn’t happen anymore
But I still feel like shit about every time it has before
I don't want to tell you but you must already know how old you look tonight
Sweetie, all those years of fighting growing up are catching up with you

Like a Seder At Vincent Price’s House
I'm sick of hearing what I want to hear,
and what I want to hear I want
I'm sick of hearing why I should care
enough to want to be something I'm not

So hey! Is anybody listening (to themselves?)
Cos I don't think we're listening (to ourselves)
Why don't we listen to ourselves?

Give me a reason, give me a clue.
Any old one is fine
You shows me yours and I'm told to make it mine
A little less than clever, a little more than swine

So hey! Is anybody listening (to themselves?)
Cos I don't think we're listening (to ourselves)
Why don't we listen to ourselves?

Thousands are dying at your convenience
If this is progress I don't know
Know where we're going but with great expedience
it seems the whole world's going blind
Blind to the suffering at the hands of the companies
It's a suffering they don't even try to hide
But we won't participate, support the labor
What they've always called the cleverest of genocides
 
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