It’s such a strange vine wrapped around my neck bone
Twisted up between my steps, between my steps
I’m tripping and falling over things we just couldn’t get over
I tried my best to get it off my chest
Songs we never wrote, seeds they wouldn’t sow
We’re taking it all to the end and we’re planting our own garden
The sun came while you were shining
The tide flew when we were writing a symphony in the key of D
Songs that had lost their luster finally they found their color, oh
Songs we never wrote, seeds they wouldn’t sow
We’re taking it all to the end and we’re planting our own garden
We made jokes about starting a new band
Six years working this whole plan
Maybe I’ll make a home with you
It’s been a straight life and it’s preacher living
These brake lights and city limits, I can’t afford the truth
We are two Indians in the same canoe
Maybe I’ll just start something new
We’re taking it all to the end and we’re planting our own garden
We’re taking it all to the end and we’re planting our own garden
We’re planting our own garden, planting our own garden
(Source: Spotify)
It was the egg-rolls, not the ecstasy.
Hey here’s all the lyrics to all the songs on CATS. IN. SPACE. Which you can find on http://frenchoniondungeon.bandcamp.com/ or just download directly from http://www.mediafire.com/?e1xld22nljplycnanyway. here ya go.
coinage
guitar/lyrics written by alek
the ceilings at an awkward…
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GRRM is the man…
“All of you Westerosi make a shame of loving. There is no shame in loving. If your septons say there is, your seven gods must be demons. In the isles we know better. Our gods gave us legs to run with, noses to smell with, hands to touch and feel. What mad cruel god would give a man eyes and tell him he must forever keep them shut, and never look at all the beauty of the world? Only a monster god, a demon god of the darkness.”
- A Feast for Crows
LGBT pride, forever. May the sun shine on you, always.
sean loses a video game on mushrooms
- Sean: It's like he was a knife and I was mustard and he was spreading me or putting me on something, I don't know.
- I FUCKING HATE MUSTARD. Seriously.
Titus Andronicus - Fear And Loathing in Mahwah, NJ
we betray eachother in dreams every night. now let’s never speak of it again ALRIGHT!
(Source: yt-herman)
"A dog can smell a lie, you know. Look around you, and take a good whiff. They’re all liars here…and every one better than you."
— Sandor Clegane (via fuckyeahasoiafquotes)
"Come, you’re not the only one needs sleep. I’ve drunk too much, and I may need to kill my brother tomorrow."
— Sandor Clegane (via fuckyeahasoiafquotes)
