Spoonboy piosenki

"I'm gonna try a soundcheck." "Ok." Alright now, I'm gonna take one more song and this is a little song here, and ya'll decide to record this. And of course they call me guitar or singing Dave, you know. And of course, I'm wanted by the police, you know, fo...

you were the one that i thought i could trust, but when you jumped the gun i knew i had to adjust what constituted someone seeing eye to eye. you saw things too black and white for the shades of gray i chose to stand by. it's just that i get so tired of...

if "listen up, it's your fault, don't try to blame me," is all that you hear when your dear ones fall, expect no help at all. "if you want your old life, then you're crazy." that's how you'll be met when you've spent a night away from home. but when you're...

through themes in recurring conversations i found myself in the towns east of lake michigan. fueled by an unnamed desperation i set in a quest for a shared narration, and i thought back to moments i had listened for. like how the northern lands untouched...

today i wrote a song, and i guess that it's about you, or how i never understood what dancing meant until i met you. in a winter college town you proved that we could move in ways so un-ingenuine. then: on the crowded floor, a little down, ten people over,...

i'm taking an oath: i'm giving my heart away. i'm opening myself up to whatever comes my way. goodbye to old ghosts. goodbye to old memories. i'm clearing nostalgia from the crawl space in my brain, where i spent so long holding myself up to reflect...

california is on the other side of a landmass on this planet, but it's a destination, and if your tired of the notion of escape as a distant thought, that you were stuck in a rut you were born to regret all I can say is "get the fuck out," because i'm not...

carol rhodes knew that she seemed as a sculpture of stone, to those who grew up living history's end. she said "if there's something worse than not living to see what the worth of your work is, it's living to find no one's heard that you fought for it." an...

strange times these events hold: we draw sharp lines with harsh words. we speak similar language, but there’s gaps in the information. you want me out of my skull. i wouldn’t know about that. it’s never quite in control. it always finds a way out. wh...

do you need a messiah? are you waiting to call upon a larger icon to rely on? are you waiting for jesus? are you waiting for mlk to rise from the grave and lead us? don't you know how they needed us? are we searching for guidance? are we scared that the...

dr. irving kirsch has got a study out, you see, about the chemical imbalance of the brain, the controversy centers around the source and cure for that old thing they call depression i read the article in silence while my mother takes her medicine. si...

we've got this burning fascination with non-verbal communication, trying to figure out all things that are being said, in between what's being said, we got a formal education of bad entertainment and misinformation, though by now i'd think we've figured ou...

talking circles around the colors of your flag, i think you're asking too much. these insinuations: you wanna know what i want? you wanna know who i love? and i don't care, i don't care. i'm taking my own route and i'm getting there. i'm taking my...

gerald lee palmer raises his daughter at a house in the suburbs. he spent half of his life making auto parts. he dealt with the layoffs, got an i.t. job, and raised his kids like statistics. now every so often he thinks of his daughter. and she wakes up st...

on top of a rock you sit and watch the sun come up and turn the sky different colors so you stop in awe, think of 'god,' a name you gave for what's the lack thereof across the sea by a coast there is a boy who sees ghosts and they're all his own, and th...

here. i watch myself disappear. i am feeling crazier every second that i lay here. breath in deep. i force myself not to sleep. i am telling myself i just need to live through the next week. mold. in my lungs. i have made a bad decision. i'm not t...

in the humble gaze of a queer adolescence you find that everything’s placed to be questioned through the haze of your foggy eyes. in one 15 year old’s survey of the chemical cures and the therapy, the clouds overhead don’t quite clear away, but tha...

in a small room with the door locked, an attempt to keep your heart stopped. you couldn't talk, they called a professional. so ostentatious, you puffed, they blew your manhood up like a big blowfish. you took to the roles you were reawakened with, and step...

over the course of these times, we have been beaten up like dogs. we have been starved. we have been victims of neglect. and our histories erased, these are the hands around our necks, but when you're squeezed this hard you burst, it's cause and effect. b...

waiting in the attic patiently, i watched as you packed up the car to leave and step into your brightest potential. and though i felt i had something to give, it was lost in the echos of distance. and it dawned on me, the truly temporary nature of...