Crazy Grace by Luke Brindley
In a motel bar at 3am
On the Ohio/Indiana border
Warm beer smells like weasel piss
The juke box is out of order
I can't recall the last time
But I'm thinking of praying to Jesus
'Cause honey it's more than the miles
That's come between us
The ghosts of broken love
Howling through our bones
Haunted and hollow
Never leave us alone
So you forgive me
I’ll forgive you
Till these days of crazy grace...
Are in the rear view
Kick drum heart's pounding out
Time in my chest
My sandpaper eyes
Won't give me no rest
My mind's twisted with regrets
Since I hit the road
Feel like I blew past sanity
A thousand miles ago
CHORUS
My vision's getting blurry
My fingers are trembling like a flame
I don't care who's wrong or right
Or who's to blame
Sitting here in the half-light
No telling what's in store
But if love is the healer
It's grace that opens the door
This Place is a Prison by The Postal Service
This place is a prison
And these people aren't your friends
Inhaling thrills through twenty dollar bills
And the tumblers are drained and then flooded
Again and again
There's guards at the on ramps
Armed to the teeth
And you may case the grounds
From the Cascades to Puget Sound
But you are not permitted to leave
know there's a big world out there
Like the one that I saw on the screen
In my living room, late last night
It was almost too bright to see
And I know that it's not a party
If it happens every night
Pretending there's glamour and candelabra
When you're drinking by candlelight
does it take to get a drink in this place?
What does it take? How long must I wait?
What does it take to get a drink in this place?
What does it take? How long must I wait?
How long must I wait?
Bobby Malone Moves Home by Casiotone for the Painfully Alone
Hey Bobby Malone it's good to have you home
So you tried your own route and it didn't work out
Well you're not alone
job that made you crazy in a town you won't miss
And the drunks you called friends were a means to an end
And this is the end
Bobby Malone how you have grown
A couple months on the couch while you figure things out
Won't do you wrong
Bobby Malone
make rent again or are you in trouble deep
You're a stray dog with fleas and your sister agrees
You've looked better son
Bobby Malone it's good to have you home
A couple months on the couch while you figure things out
Won't do you wrong
Bobby Malone
I see a darkness by Bonnie "Prince" Billy
[Intro]
Well you're my friend
(It's what you told me, anyway)
And can you see
(What's inside of me?)
1]
Many times we've been out drinking
And many times we've shared our thoughts
But did you ever, ever notice
The kind of thoughts I got?
2]
Well you know I have a love
A love for everyone I know
And you know I have a drive
To live I won't let go
you see its opposition
Comes a-rising up sometimes
That its dreadful end-position
Comes blacking in my mind
that I see a darkness
And that I see a darkness
And that I see a darkness
And that I see a darkness
And did you know how much I love you
Is a hope that somehow you
Can save me from this darkness?
[Verse 3]
Well I hope that someday, buddy
We have peace in our lives
Together or apart
Alone or with our wives
That we can stop our whoring
And pull the smiles inside
And light it up forever
And never go to sleep
My best unbeaten brother
This isn't all I see
no, I see a darkness
Oh no, I see a darkness
Oh no, I see a darkness
Oh no, I see a darkness
And did you know how much I love you
Is a hope that somehow you, you
Can save me from this darkness?
There is this thing that's like touching except you don't touch
Back in the day it just went without saying at all
All the world's history gradually dying of shock
There is this thing that's like talking except you don't talk
You sing
You sing
for the bartender sing for the janitor sing
Sing for the cameras sing for the animals sing
Sing for the children shooting the children sing
Sing for the teachers who told you that you couldn't sing
Just sing
is this thing keeping everyone's lungs and lips locked
It is called fear and it's seeing a great renaissance
After the show you can not sing wherever you want
But for now let's all pretend that we're gonna get bombed
So sing
cause it's obvious sing for the astronauts sing
Sing for the president sing for the terrorists sing
Sing for the soccer team sing for the janjaweed sing
Sing for the kid with the phone who refuses to sing
Just sing
is no cabaret
We don't care what you say
We're inviting you anyway
You motherfuckers you'll sing someday...