This Is Our Velocity...
The album should be called "We Live Here...The Dark". That's the title. I'm posting again primarily because this forsaken and blasted blogger thing has decided, in a fit of ill will, NOT to post any more of my little love letters to my...fans. Sure, I could try and get the last post to go up first, but instead I'm opting to click it over and over, try posting MORE stuff, just keep pushing hoping wildly it will break to my will... such is my way. It isn't the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog! Although such sentiments are probably woefully false, I like to hold onto some small ray of hope and possible dignity.
If I do make this album it'll be short, I think I need to start off small instead of planning these big projects that are so daunting I never even start them. Here's some lyrics.
Ashing on my carpet, trying to burn my way out
Stradling the river with eyes full of cloud
Headlights, lanterns through the windshield.
Waterfall, Watering Spout.
Wash me down the drain, leave me standing in the rain, okay?
I'm turning steady as a trainwreck, derailing in a minefield
Multitasking cellphones, earphones, LED lights, and strings
She's a taker and a giver- She gave me a name
Gave me a love
Gave me a pain, pain, pain pain pain- Don't you take it away
The highway's a graveyard, stretched out like a snake tail
If you try to catch her running you'll just chase her away
Keep on moving like john henry, racing down the rail ties
But If you drive her in too hard, she'll drive your soul away
You'll have that hammer n' hand when you see your mistake
Looking for the Lady of the Lake
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh...
You can wander in the mountains, wander with your shame-
A credit card, a bible, a blade, and a banner of flame
Advertising burned out romance cut to fill your most presentable frame
Singing, crying "God!" just like you're being martyrd on stage
You'll keep on looking for your lady of the Lake
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh...
You can break my heart, go on and break it darlin'.
If I do make this album it'll be short, I think I need to start off small instead of planning these big projects that are so daunting I never even start them. Here's some lyrics.
Ashing on my carpet, trying to burn my way out
Stradling the river with eyes full of cloud
Headlights, lanterns through the windshield.
Waterfall, Watering Spout.
Wash me down the drain, leave me standing in the rain, okay?
I'm turning steady as a trainwreck, derailing in a minefield
Multitasking cellphones, earphones, LED lights, and strings
She's a taker and a giver- She gave me a name
Gave me a love
Gave me a pain, pain, pain pain pain- Don't you take it away
The highway's a graveyard, stretched out like a snake tail
If you try to catch her running you'll just chase her away
Keep on moving like john henry, racing down the rail ties
But If you drive her in too hard, she'll drive your soul away
You'll have that hammer n' hand when you see your mistake
Looking for the Lady of the Lake
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh...
You can wander in the mountains, wander with your shame-
A credit card, a bible, a blade, and a banner of flame
Advertising burned out romance cut to fill your most presentable frame
Singing, crying "God!" just like you're being martyrd on stage
You'll keep on looking for your lady of the Lake
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh...
You can break my heart, go on and break it darlin'.
posted by 'Connell at 9:03 PM
4 Comments:
well... i'd throw panties at you. Not necessarily mine, but someones. I am excited to read some Matt lyrics again. *deep breath* been awhile.
hey, yeah. You called me, didn't you? I heard some girl called my room looking for me... thought it might have been you, waited for a call back, never got one...
Maybe I'll see you soon.
I called SOMEBODIES phone. I don't know who's it was though. I didn't actually talk to anyone, just left a message on some persons phone, for you. This same someone will be the person I steal panties from to throw at you... or not because that has total gross out potential... but for the sake of being clever... and I am done.
I don't have your effing number. Call my house if you want... or, my number is on facebook, get it there.
Yeah. Definetly going to have to hang out. Maybe we can drive down to visit Ryan (and Anna) together some weekend. Actually, that's sort of a brilliant idea, I have decided.
That is a brilliant idea. I was gonna call you tonight and talk to you about it, but it got bad. Not to worry though. We will sort all of this out in the fullness of time. And it will be good.
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