Friday, February 03, 2006

A real dearth of comments

That's what we have here! The seahawks coach looks like my dad...creepy.

Is it better not to look back or should we dust off our journals
Stare deep through the feedback for the new day
Like the distortion has things to sayIs it better to ignore it,
that these bomb shelters are built of sandScoring themes from our views,
making movies of tragic news
Does this helpless picnic have its own Neverland
ChorusAmerica never hurts
They say America never cries
Like no one's lost in America
No one's lost in America
Listening to pink noise,
we make mirrors out of shop windows
No one dares to pull the red card,
conscience is scared by truths we'd discard
And now we've Arilius,
but soon comes Decious,

and perhaps Constantine is a devilKeen on making things easy
ChorusCome alive, come alive
The prophet's cello's silenced,
if love burns us down to violence
If the whims of the nations cater elation will we not need a soul to blame?
He has to take it all alone
Is His move political, a play for the people?
NoHe takes one for the little guyHe takes a hit for the little guy
They say America never hurtsThey say America never cries,Like no one's lonely in AmericaLike no one's lonely in America


mikeg said...

Sweet song! I KNOW THAT ONE.

Anonymous said...

Your Dad's team LOST the Superbowl!!!

Silverstride said...

"You stare like you dont care but you do though. You really wanna know me? Show me homie." thats a good song too