When I was
a young boy
My father
Took me into the city
To see a marching band
Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over-forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late
You've got to pick up every stitch
The rabbits runnin' in the ditch
Beatniks are out to make it rich
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
When the rhythm is glad (C'mon, c'mon)
There is nothing to be sad (That's right, oh, that's right)
Danger and dance (C'mon, c'mon)
Clapping the hands (Electric, electric)
When we out in the space
On the planet of the bass
“She had style, she had grace, she had a knife and she had mace”
Take my hand, baby we're over land
I know flying over water makes you cry
Where's that liquor cart?
Maybe we shouldn't start
But I can't for the life of me say why
#awaymessage
This ain't a scene. It's a god damn arms race!
Fight together as one
'Cause might only get one shot
Give it everything you've got!
MythForce
MYTHFORCE
Well alright, John Henry dies in a tunnel, hammer in his hand
Steam drill lives on to make fools of every man
hello my old heart
it's been so long
since i've given you away
and every day i add another stone
to the walls i built around you
to keep you safe
Era muy tonto cuando yo te conocí
Quería comerme el mundo y eso te incluía a ti
Era salvaje, pero me quedé en el viaje
Quiero que tú sepas todo, todo, lo que no puedo decir
#awaymessage
I wonder how it works for folks, blessed
With the gift of pulling words from anywhere
Oh I can say things but it might get interesting
Guess I'm better with dead air
There has to be a better shit to give a shit about
Instead of wondering what people think about me now
The things that I don't know could fill a million fucking houses
I never learned to dance
Not opposite approaches, opposite goals
Not opposite sides of the aisle, opposite poles
If you need people broken to make yourself feel whole
Then baby, you've got opposite soul
I have been a terrible communicator
Prone to isolation over sympathy for devils
I have been my own worst enemy
Since the very genesis of rebels
you say you want to stand by my side
darling your head’s not right
is it insensitive for me to say
get your shit together?
so I can love you
is it really your anxiety
that stops you from giving me everything?
or do you just not want to?
#awaymessage #bigredmachine #taylorswift
Listen to these heartbreak songs when nothing's really wrong, and then we smile when we're asked and we say that we're fine
“Her whole life is a long list of what ifs and she doesn’t even know where to begin”
rip the band aid off and skip town like an asshole outlaw