you won't catch me (or anyone for that matter) behind the wh
you won't catch me (or anyone for that matter) behind the wh
you won't catch me (or anyone for that matter) behind the wheel of a toyota ever again
all alone and nothing to do
somehow my mind switched to you
and all the shit you put me through
but this time there was something new
tired of a neverending fight
now i have to set things right
hidden under the cover of night
toyota dealership in my sight
you sent my dreams up in flames
i think it's time i did the same
staring at your picture frame
i lit a match and cursed your name
revenge is sweet and so is fire
tossed into the lap of a liar
my answer to everything is kerosene
all alone and nothing to do
somehow my mind switched to you
and all the shit you put me through
but this time there was something new
tired of a neverending fight
now i have to set things right
hidden under the cover of night
toyota dealership in my sight
you sent my dreams up in flames
i think it's time i did the same
staring at your picture frame
i lit a match and cursed your name
revenge is sweet and so is fire
tossed into the lap of a liar
my answer to everything is kerosene
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.

we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
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alk3 inspired a little. it's really contrived. it's decent. i like the third verse and the last line. i had both of those parts for a while so i wrote the other two verses and the the two next to last lines in like half an hour. and it's ok. but i think it's fun. and i hate toyotas damnit.
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.

we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
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I really like what you wrote Jeff. You've got a clever wit to you that is comparable to Matt Skiba. I am not saying that you rip him off or anything, because you don't, I am just saying that you write clever lines and can be humorous. Another superb work my friend.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
i mean it guys. i've got some really good stuff started. like 30 songs on my computer. i usually start with a really good line and build off it. so it's coming. i'm so close to being good at this. 

we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.

we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
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