words: Fitch
music: Klaene
Sitting on the porch again Daggers to my heart Who's there whenever you need? Who do you see in your dreams? I'm not a fictional man I'm better than your fictional man And where is he when your world falls apart? Leading me back in the circle again Nobody hands you roses Mailed in from the ocean I'm not a fictional man I'm better than your fictional man Relations at a bitter end So now I'll pay the price And he'll enjoy your company For the rest of his life I'm not a fictional man I'm better than your fictional man Let me back in the circle I'm better than your fictional man Let me back in the circle I'm better than, I'm better than your fictional man Let me back in the circle Oh let me back, let me back Because I'm not fictional I'm not fictional Not a fictional man
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words: Leathers
music: Arrington / Klaene
drivin' all through the night sleeping in my clothes coffee for breakfast, i guess that's life on the road no one here knows where we're going we'll know when we're there and we drive so god damn fast we'll have time to spareleft the home last week sometime just had to get away gathered the crew, started the car and we were on our way we're always on the go taking turns at the wheel if we run out of money we may have to steal turn the radio way up we all know this song poet tells us of his love as we all sing along getting a bit weary, wondering where to go headlights spot a sign that says 86 miles to chicago
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words: Arrington and Fitch
music: Fitch
It's getting dark outside Can't trust my eyes I've never been too wise But I've got nothing to hide I should bide my time And forget how to rhyme Take care of myself Ev'ry once in a while Stand on the riverside In the intrusive breeze Out under open sky The stars are watching me Falling from on high To wake up in my bed Finally shut my eyes And have that dream again The words may change The message stays the same Ev'ryone tells me It works out in the end Little broken lies A new day can begin Wait for my ears to pop So life sounds normal again
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words and music: Arrington
yellowed pictures curling in the musty air reminders of something hidden but urgent tried to force the words against their will put it off until a better time that never came far too late now, it's all ingrained took a chance and let the sunlight in and in the end you got burned moments of pleasure and years of sorrow was it worth it? the anger withers in indecision and resignation light another smoke and try to forget lately the walls of cynicism don't so much keep out as keep in you're too scared to go outside it's become a way of life can't forget and haven't coped too tired to sleep too bored to stay awake need to get it off your chest off your shoulders and off your mind need to close the book and move on took a chance and let the sunlight in and in the end you got burned the wounds gape at the sky begging release and healing
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words and music: Arrington
spent a week daydreaming at work thinkin' 'bout what I'd do at home slidin' through the doorway gonna strut across the floor to pull the blinds and dim the lights and lean my back into the door then put the needle on the record shut my eyes and count to four take a deep breath and strike a pose and show my stuff off to my empty room where no one can see me a superstar in my own little world playin' air guitar and posin' like a fool I'd deny it in a heartbeat nothing' but daydreamin' at work thinkin' 'bout how I'd rather be at home I'd deny it in a heartbeat
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words and music: Arrington
Tires on pavement Filtered by glass Only sound The only sound I hear Nine more nights Till I fall dead Then I can Then I can get away I'm not bitter No I'm not bitter I'm just discontent Pale lifeless light Filtered by cloth Only thing The only thing I see Cabin fever Anxiety Restlessness I have to get out I'm not bitter No I'm not bitter I'm just discontent I'm not bitter No I'm not bitter I'm just disgusted
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words: Leathers and Arrington
music: Arrington
i am living outside of your world a black hole of ambition writhing in a fit of bundled rage reaching for my only hope i am invisible, no one can see me i am insatiable, no one can please me working to preserve security arsenic, a smiling face patiently eroding from inside breeding anarchy in stealth i am invisible, no one can see me i am insatiable, no one can please me smugly now as i assume my throne possessor of what once was yours i'm your conscience and i think for you you thank me gladly 'cause you see that i am invisible, no one can see me i am invincible, no one can beat me i am insatiable, no one can please me i am indigenous, no one can move me i'm instrumental, you can't do without me
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words and music: Klaene
Spiral down the curved hallway of light Laughing, turning all the while Remarks of the mind ignore the time Echo from the mist, and fall in line Whispers seem to break and climb the sky Pass through my brain with strange entice I think I know which one is mine Reflecting off the clouds, the silver shines Flux reaches in and shakes the night In changing shape gives birth to light Surreal, the lives that intertwine But sleep on cue comes just in time
Copyright 1996 by As of Yet