La Dispute piosenki

Drivers out on the bridge Slowing down as they go through a lane shift Wires snap Concrete gives Metal twisting and Everything tumbling At the end of the work day Stuck in traffic don’t feel when the road sways Underneath Concrete gives Metal twisti...

So here goes, 
One last letter now. One last attempt to Make sense. Who have I been writing to? I'm not sure anymore. What have I Been trying to accomplish? It's a mystery, I guess. Self-made secrecy. Things get cloudy and now all these stories and
The stru...

Night fell on me writing this and I ran out of paper so I crossed the name Out at the top of the page. Not sure why I'm even writing this. But I guess It feels right. It sort of feels like I have to–like an exorcism.
I Guess that makes me sound crazy but th...

Everybody wants a reason for everything. 
It's so much easier with Someone or something to blame. 

I've always struggled at the Root of the problem. 
Has it been absence or my constant lack of Defense? 

I've never spent a lot on finding a remedy. I guess...


Third time writing you a letter, getting darker. I'm getting worse And worse. 

I had a reason for the writing, but trying to Exorcise my demons didn't work. To try to rid me of the worry and to purge You out of wonder for the future and the hurt. I wrote...

pick up the phone. (blessed be the thief, disguised in skin, and blessed are the fingers that gesture him in.) paint the receiver to the side of the fake, lying at the bottom of the staircase. broken elbows, and your coming through the window. and...

So now tell me how your story goes. Have you ever suffered? 
If so, Did you get better or have you never quite recovered from it? 
Did You find your lover laying in your bedroom with another and then
Did You let it hover over you and everything else well af...

You still cross my mind from time to time. And I mostly smile. Still so set on finding out where we went wrong and why So I retrace our every step with an unsure pen, trying to figure out what my head thinks, but my head just ain't what it used to be. And...

Oh, we could blame it on our hands They lifted the drink to our mouths so we drank it Or we could blame it on our bodies They say, we like the way we feel when we get touched You've got your fingers snared in my veins I think it's time you pulled them out And...

Scene from a highway in the desert, I let the car drift some, Eye your uncomfortable pose and profile, The postures of long drives. Shifting numb and sore parts When you can no longer sit them. Foot on the dash, foot on the dash, X hours or so from som...

She forced a smile, said, "Boy, come kiss my mouth—I'll set you free. You know that hope you're holding to? It looks an awful lot like fear. Now, you're so quick to fall on failure, and so quick to raise your voice, like, 'If I can't find a mistake to blame, w...

An outcry, 
To lost dreams and sense of wonder
To the streets That raised him. Say, 
"Goodbye" to the hope for the home he'd been Holding. 
Say, "Goodbye" and "Be gone" and "Be great."
To the Friends who left when they still could, 
For the ones who chose t...

I heard the old man's voice break, stutter once then stop it. I Heard
A sentence started confidently halted by the sudden absence of A word. Stumbled and he sputtered trying to find it back, something once so Simple gone now. 
When he finally gave up told m...

1978 - San Diego: I'd just come out the other side of a relationship that blew up I was angry, and disillusioned, and ultimately self-destructive. I'd lost everything I believed in I was as utterly, completely alone as I've ever been. So I began going on wal...

It was out on the highway. It was warmer than blood. It was spaces and basements. Faces brimming with love. It was nightfall to daybreak. Finding a new way It was falling asleep at the wheel while awake. It was wasting away; delay the promise of heartache,...

Morning after snowstorm Stand in the silence Almost feel reborn all alone on the street It’s a certain sort of stillness when the quiet surrounds you The only sound your shovel on concrete I remember those piles from the snow plows always seemed much big...

(oh crashing airplane, where were you the day she left?) underneath the laughs there lies a need that nobody is getting. and an honesty that doesn't stretch far enough to show us all how much this will mean to us, my dear. and when we're old we'll tell o...

Out where the stones lay like bones by the ocean Out where the waves crash contempt on the land Someone was trembling for fear of the tempest Somebody silently reached for their hand Said, understand that if you're cold I'll keep you warm And besides, there's...

I knew it was far too late to walk out on the lake then Halfway to the middle thawed I wasn’t doing all that great Had I cut my hair short? Had I grown my beard out long? Had I gone to school or…? Why do all my plans fall through? There’s a leak in th...

Sure, I know that you are tired of hearing about it But most repeat the same theme over and over again, It's as if they were trying to refine what seems so strange And off and important to them. It's done by everybody Because each must work out what is before...