Havent seemed havent seen happy its gonna come to me
When it does
I dont know where Ill keep it at all
In my room where I sleep to keep away bad dreams
In my heart, I dont know
Loneliness takes up all that space
So when Im feeling low Ill take out my check book and buy a new car
Oh that sweet distraction, that comfortable discontent, Im in love
Andrea's in the room kicking her shoes off
Sing along, singing along
Shaking our blues off we sing
Ive come up with a plan so brilliant
Like Times Square, mid-day
Thoughts are directed in every way
And so Ill keep my eyes on the billboard ads displayed
Kill my heart, no fix it up
Oh those sweet distractions, inviting discontent, Im in love
Havent seemed havent seen happy its gonna come to me
When it does
I dont know where Ill keep it at all
In my room where I sleep to keep away bad dreams
In my heart, I dont know
Loneliness takes up all that space
So when Im feeling low Ill take out my check book and buy a new car
Oh that sweet distraction, that comfortable discontent, Im in love
Andrea's in the room kicking her shoes off
Sing along, singing along
Shaking our blues off we sing
Ive come up with a plan so brilliant
Like Times Square, mid-day
Thoughts are directed in every way
And so Ill keep my eyes on the billboard ads displayed
Kill my heart, no fix it up
Oh those sweet distractions, inviting discontent, Im in loveHamster flys off wheeldathforlife2012-04-18 | Goldaline takes a spinDear and the Headlights - Its Gettin Easy REMIXdathforlife2008-11-28 | If you have ears, check this out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lAyrkqcToM0
Straighten up my shoulders for my mother and mirrors
The overcompensation of a posture I'm dying to know
Feeling like a kid selling ten dollar chocolates
Reciting all my rehearsed lines to your closing door
Thought a change of scenery would make me feel better
Moved four hundred miles away, I'm still staring at the floor
And feeling useless as a mime in a counseling session
Here's a million mute expressions, here's the one where I choke on my words
Then in comes the church with the answers
Ah Ah bless me with those tired acronyms
They look good on the overhead slide
They're saving lives
Works every time
Coughing courtesy up in a month of indifference
And lapping up the lie with an apologetic tongue
I'm polishing my eyelids with a hand on your shoulder
Scripted adornment always kills concern
Sick of coming home with the TV mumbling
There used to be a time when you spoke to me with words
I'm swearing up and down saying it's a commitment
And toasting new beginnings saying sorry I thought it would work
All my speech is riddled with annulment
I'm sorry, I'm just doing what I think I should
I'm gathering my things and I'm leaving for good in November
I don't know when I'll talk to you
I guess when both our eyes have finally died
I still want to tryDear and the Headlights - Bad Newsdathforlife2008-11-04 | If you have ears, check this out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lAyrkqcToM0
Lyrics -
On some mentioning of thoughts of mid twenties tangent plots
Those sad feathery talks that float in on all that
Tattered teenage applause clapped out further with no pause
On collegiate palms of course their hands so soft
Ancient postures of awe for low level modern shocks
Now happening a lot like any synaptic
Cavalry's typical barrage on your tired soul
You can not shrug it off, just start your inconsequential white withdrawal
It's bad new for you, haven't felt this way in a long time
Haven't felt this way in a long time
Bad news for you, haven't felt this way in a long time
Haven't felt this way in a long time
Cautious sticks stuck in fictitious craws capsized on your chatty shores
Half deaf, half seem worse yet you still keep talking
In between coughing fits and soon to be heimliched bits
Of Ideas which you could not yet digest
Put that rag to your face, lay down that's a better pace
Go back to cliches like "I should kill myself" or "I should lose some weight"
I'm sure either way you'd feel just the very same
Quiet now someone's coming
Bad news for you, Haven't felt this way in a long time
Haven't felt this way in a long time
Bad news for you, haven't felt this way in a long time
Haven't felt this way in a long time
Bad new for you
Haven't felt this way in a long time
Haven't felt this way in a long timeDear and the Headlights - Flowers for My Braindathforlife2008-11-04 | If you have ears check this out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lAyrkqcToM0
Lyrics -
We're just whistling past the graveyard
Laughing in backseats and restaurants
Don't know ourselves well but so what
We know each other
Floating down from all my mixed up meditations
Trying to straighten out my spine
It's been folding in the moments that I need it
I'm obsessing over finish lines
Asked you why you're smiling every time you see me
Said I remind you of a joke
I think you might actually me on to something
There's no point in trying to take ourselves so seriously
We're swaying in subconscious subways so insane
But your thoughts still bring flowers for my brain
And I still pull my hands past your ribcage
Hoping my movements might find their place at your side
For as long as you'd like
And we will weave in and out of sanity unnoticed
Swirling in blissfully restless visions of all our bleary progress
Glowing in radiant madness
Certain of all we're become
Now we're sneaking out the backdoor of our American minds
Gonna leave a couple hundred years of bad tradition behind
Done with swimming in the sea of agitated animal doubt
Gonna make up out own meanings till the final blackout x2Dear and the Headlights - Saintly Rows (Oh Oh)dathforlife2008-11-01 | If you have ears, check this out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lAyrkqcToM0
I suggest watching this in High Quality. It looks like shit on normal... Enjoy!
Lyrics-
Paranoia posed in saintly rows outside my windows
Cacophonous caws, bacterial ponds flap
Pavement moans
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Caustic alarmed cavernous psalms
They swing from your lips then tie your tongue up like you asked them to
Out come the gaunt ghosts of your thoughts
They're shrieking in prose and breathing rhymelessness archaic gloom
Cover your mouth, sound trickles down and drips from your chin
Drooling vibrations in an empty room
There just pull your eyelids down they're begging for your sleep
Find yourself in white stairwell a trembling voice now speaks
Whirring back and forth from firework to figure eight
Now your trembling hands don't seem so hard to make behave
Paranoia posed in saintly rows outside my windows
Single filed piled while flashing smiles network imposed
Dumbstruck and shoved oxygen snuffed then beg for embrace
Passion like cancer has a wandering eye
Caskets for hands bury your plans right next to your songs
When t-shirt vending is how you spend your time
Out come the gaunt ghosts of your thoughts
They're shrieking in prose and breathing rhymelessness archaic gloom
Cover your mouth, sound trickles down and drips from your chin
Drooling vibrations in an empty room
There, just pull your eyelids down they're begging for some sleep
Find yourself in white stairwell a trembling voice now speaks
Whirring back and forth from firework to figure eight
Now your trembling hands don't seem so hard to make behave
Backwash districts sprung from Ra's bright hips
Reduced to silkscreen hand job new car ego trips
And it's just endless combinations of the same old shit
Sloshing back and forth across some continents
All that talking it ain't got no use when it's just mal digestion that's been haunting you
Along with reflux opinions from your ulcer moods
You're just a litany of horrors like the evening news
But off somewhere in a New York flat,
benzedrine derailed rants of immeasurable frenetic praise
That cauterize before they save
All the truth now in how you're lying there
Shoulder bladed nightmare rug pulled from your feet
All the truth now in how you're lying there in
Angelheaded elsewhere so markedly meek
Slapped like a has been by syntactic gods
Whom which then help you find your glasses but not your lower jaw
And you don't want to look surprised but you're in constant ahhh!
Ain't no fig leaf big enough to hide your dicktion flaws now
Teeming pools of alphabetic shame that spit out
Infinitely indolent verbs across your page
Who dig their claws instantly into some nouns legs
If once your manuscript just limped now it's become quite lame
But off somewhere in a New York flat, they don't deal with things like that
Just immeasurable frenetic praise that cauterizes as it saves
All the truth now in how you're lying there
Shoulder bladed nightmare rug pulled from your feet
All the truth now in how you're lying there in
Angelheaded elsewhere so markedly meek
All the truth now in how you're lying there
Shoulder bladed nightmare rug pulled from your feet
All the truth now in how you're lying there in
Angelheaded elsewhere for the past six weeks