lyrics and paintings

	Songs to Learn and sing. Just left click and they will play automatically. You can save a song by right clicking and then clicking "save target as." It should auto save into my documents somewhere. I WANT people to copy it and burn it for free. They are all in mp3 format and under 3 meg.
	DARKLING LYRICS I thought I felt your hand touch my face My valentine has hollow eyes. All the stories that we told ourselves. The frozen motions of our lives I watched your face while you came And the blade that turns in your mind. Your breath against me in colours again. And your face a hot white line. Is it because I’m a liar or because you’re a whore. That makes me want to give up, just give up, and open my neck onto the floor. You know you can touch the dead child inside you. It’s enough, isn’t it, the things that we go through. I watched your face while you came d the blade that turns in your mind. Your breath against me in colours again. And your face a hot white line. I need you to sing to me. Come down into the street. Trace my scars with your fingers. Lie to me. About what you see. MAKE LOVE STAY LYRICS Maybe in the dark, the end of the day maybe then it… it will be okay maybe then… maybe that is the only way maybe then we can, make love stay Jealousy in dreams and cries Of all the beautiful lies This is the least untrue All my drawings are of you Your skin was Against me like hot silk All your ashes All your guilt I have it I have it still… I remember So cold that night… bloody SEPTEMBER. You let me taste your love sick mouth Swear to me I will never get out. But you… warm your lips and… you promise me more But There’s goon in the corner… There is Meth in the drawer. I’ve got a bottle of gin To keep me thin I’ve got limping rhythms and I’ve got Broken skin Sin that smells like cinnamon and you… Wipe your chin while… While my teeth sink in. In your favourite red pen You wrote really bad poetry On the insides of my legs And all over the rest of me. HAPPY HOUR LYRICS In the morning I watch you cry in your sleep. Make up in lines all over your cheek It hurts you the most when people are kind Like a burn or a scalpel in your mind. It’s only me, just me, that’s all. Going mad outside in the hall. You’ve got a messy heart cutting up your ribs Sex and sweat and blood red lips. It’s like a heart in the heart sometimes You sleep with me in a sickness of time. And now it’s happy hour on a Friday night And I’m walking around with a head full of light. Exhausted and lonely Fragile and ugly Tricked into empathy Hacked out of destiny Find some truth, When the sun stops When the last letter burns; While the blood… clots I know it’s my fault x 10 Murder the light with your skinny arms Smokin’ and crying cuz you know what you are. In a seizure of life my sweet born liar Where-ever you touch me is a white hot wire You were shaking naked above me Tearing the pages out of my diary And all that I want is to take you to bed But you scream at me cuz I lost my meds Now it’s happy hour on a Friday night And I’m walking around with a head full of light. I know it’s my fault x 8 Push my head to your chest so I can hear your heart. Open your eyes and see the dark Hold me down and read what I wrote. Open my mouth And fucking scream down my throat. Scream down my throat. SCREAM DOWN MY THROAT I wrote "Happy Hour" it then recorded it the next day and really should do it again. Better. Yeah... I can sing it much better than that though I am keeping the lead break that's for sure. The timing is pretty out, but that’s mostly because I was so damned manic (see the bipolar and Paul page). I have never written lead before, and though I didn’t play it all that well, it DOES get me dancing really really badly. Which I do like to do *as enthusiastically as possible* whenever I can find an excuse. Still… it works for me. HOME LYRICS You know I’ve been thinkin’. And it’s mostly to try and keep from drinkin’. I wanted to have a little bitch about society. But I think I’ll just try and develop my death wish A little more Maybe – I guess I got a lot to say But last night is still trying To make me pay. And I just spilled my cup of coffee All over everything…. Again… again… And it’s cause my hands are cold and my face is hot My bones are sharp and I’m out of pot I’m just a junkyard… of meat and wire. A stupid man, and a really… bad liar, yeah – eh –eh. I guess I’m getting tired of the FIGHT. I nearly killed myself on the road… last night Without even meaning to Without even… it’s kind of a weird thing for me to do. And I’ve got that separated feelin’. Comes from waitin’ for my hands – to heal. And I’d really like to go home now. If I had one. Somewhere. HAH. Somehow. NOTHING ENDLESS LYRICS I can see your faded heart Only Because I can see in the dark Behind the skin within Your carefully Attractive scars Mouthing silent answers Gently, through the glass Where it starts Promise me, baby That you will cut my arms Because I never, never Wanna have to ask CHORUS Bleed into me, and stay Kiss me as you fade away Find a way, find a way Crying, and afraid She wants hunger and hurting In a black fever humming So she is hunting in jeans Still sticky from sinning The un-healing taint That deep – wound of fate This is what she makes This is what it takes This is the shape This is what she makes This is the shape (Overlaid with chorus) Seven is the number If I wanna get her any wetter She needs me to hit her She aches, she aches For a hammer CHORUS X 2 The torn edge of the night Makes myou think that maybe, maybe it might Warm the cold streets and your bare feet Freezing small and white Soaking the edge of the sky The bloody, beautiful night The sweetness the softness The toxic... endless NIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGHT The way you live your life The torn edge of the night My love... my love. Close your blind, dying eyes. "Home" was written about a decade ago. Wow. Hm. It really was. I was so hung over that day. I had just broken up with my girlfriend, no wait that's not right AT ALL. She had broken up with ME. After telling me I was fat and ugly too for most of the time we were together. I believed her implicitly. Though i have some photos from back then and I looked like an angel. I worked out continuously but med's and alcohol made me swell up. Yeah. This particular ex-girlfriend actually *spat* on me at the wake of a close, long term friend. He jumped off a building. I miss him still. Funniest bastard I ever met. She married a couple of years ago. His personality compliments hers like a set of matched knives. They hate each other. So oddly enough it balanced out. I have to say that this does not happen often. I had also lost my closest friends Tim and Dan: I painted a six foot high self portrait on the built-in robe of a rental house. And a big one of batman on the wall. The lease was in my best friend (to this day) Tim's name. I could be such a prick back then. Tim punched me in the nose and made a bit of a mess of it - though Believe I actually fought back for once. He had his own shit on at the time. Madness is self-absorbed you know. He and Dan almost destroyed the house by the time they left though the landlord was a mean spirited bastard and kinda deserved it sorta ish much like me being punched in the nose that day. Heh. We were such silly boys! Self-destruct at all costs! Dig that hole with ENTHUSIASM! Self-Portrait on a Built-in Robe in a Rental House. Pthlalo Blue oils on Wardrobe. 6 feet tall. Painted over then knocked down like the rest of the hovel we were slowly destroying ourselves in. You can't see it here as it was pretty detailed close up, but the pupil of the eye is a crow. Carrion bird. Referred to in the middle ages as a battle whore. Allowing truth, it is this HONESTY that sends shudders across my skin, across my scars. It whispers to me that I am ALIVE so *alive*! So fiercely and violently alive! Blessed and cursed. Fire forges steel. Yes. So. Listen and read, heh. I’ve been playin’ guitar for 20 years. Christ. 21 now. I actually had hardly any aptitude and it took me about a decade before I got any good, longer before I could even remotely sing. But ah… I can let go where many people have fear so deep that the cold of the ice cloaking their dreams is deep back, dense as a singularity. And like a singularity, it eats time. And our lives are made of so little, slipping in our hands oily with our terror. I’ve got about 10 other songs that I should have recorded properly at least two years ago. I WILL of course. Anyhoo, check them out, email me if you like them, or if the white text on this page won't show up on your monitor. I need reinforcement like breath, despite the rhetoric. And rhetoric is what it is. Bluff for long enough, the bluff fuses with the real. I fake the confidence to make the strokes on the page, pluck the strings, and type the words. I guess I get away with it. Most of the time.