Dear Friend, it is the new year, I'm eight hours away from home. Kids shoot fireworks from street corners and run before they explode. And lovers get
Would it help to write a letter, as puddles turn to icy lakes? The temperature is dropping; the temperature is dropping with every breath or life it takes
Humans can be the cutest of animals sometimes and I walk out the hospital cursing cars because all this turnover makes me so tired. And how are you feeling
She asked me if I like to sing I said, of course I like to sing Anyone who doesn't like to sing Must be dead if you ask me She asked how I like being
It's a ten-hour drive to our next show across the western wasteland with no gigs in between and the gas gauge says we are empty but that's okay 'cause
I live on an island in the middle of the sea that's filled of hungry sharks that like to eat people like me it's been called a utopia and a punk rock
Well gather round me children, a story I will tell about pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well It was in the town of Shawnee on a Saturday
Tanks, tanks, tanks. Bombs, bombs, bombs. Nuclear heat-seeking battleships. Shake yer hips, raise your fists, tell 'em they can kiss yer' ass if they
I had no idea what I was after, I'm just preparing for disaster with everything feeling so far away. Familiar faces, familiar lips, is there any point
We held our legs parallel to the ground - urethane cartographers of this small mid-atlantic town. You were stuck in the mid-west making signs for opposing
The idea of north was frozen like some glacial ice, so large and imposing - but quickly thawed by words of secrecy and thoughts of northern lights and
When you're a sheep in wolf's clothing, you have big, important friends, who with a twinkle in their eyes say they'll be with you 'til the end. They invite
It's a battle of attrition that we're losing week by week, filled with hollow halls and unanswered calls and empty city streets. We're losing all our
We walk at the paths at the banks of the mighty Susquehanna, with our feet made muddy by your tributaries that trickle their way to the Chesapeake. It
Do you remember passion? it's burried beneath a concrete world. have you forgotten compassion? are you in the middle of an ugly war between yourself and
Are you angry? are you searching for a better way to live? are you waiting? have you been waiting too long? what holds us back and how to burn the bridges
Let's stop this talk of privilege because the songs that we sing are as much a product of our privilege as the clothes on my back and the phone call i
The first thing we do if we want to get through this dependency that we've been courting. is to finally come clean with the lines read between and make