7 acoustic originals by yours truly

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  1. Patrick!

    Patrick! And I watch Home Alone...

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    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 fucked up come Saturday night
    and I'll stay fucked 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
    Fucked 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 fucked this up (who you were)
    Yeah who you were would have never broke our hearts (who you were)
    And now I’m so fucking 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 fucking places you can go
    And now I don’t know who you are

    Because who you were would have never fucked this up (who you were)
    Yeah who you were would have never broke our hearts (who you were)
    And now I’m so fucking 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 fucking 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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