Thursday, April 4, 2013

Never-Ever











So, you're lyin' in the snow,
You lie right through you're clothes
You never kiss and tell,
That's never ever

The beast is calling you









Bland, a mix of old incense,
A fleet stripped of weapons,
A stuttering boy is saved
On Easter Sunday

It's now or never









Well, I know we'll meet again
I'd love to hear your voice
We don't fill our songs with noise,
That's never ever








Scar, you know that's what you are
You say the Beatles stopped the war
They might have helped to find a cure,
But it's still not over








Don't go chasin' dreams
No don't you chase your dreams
Your movements must be screened
You can't listen to these things

The Black Angels

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