lunes, 19 de abril de 2010

Steven Paul Smith (1969-2003)


The white lady loves you more

keep your things in a place meant to hide
but i know they're there somewhere
and i know that's where you'll go tonight
i'll be thrown over just like before
the white lady loves you more
need a metal man just to pick up your feet
it's a long time since you cared enough for me to even be discrete
i know what this metal is for
the white lady loves you more
i'm looking at a hand full of broken plans
and i'm tired of playing it down
you just want her to do anything for you
there ain't nothing that you won't allow
you wake up in the middle of the night
from a dream you won't remember flashing on like a cop's light
you say she's waiting and i know what for
the white lady loves you more
the white lady




New disaster

Ghost of your smile is always looking for
New bodies to haunt
And it's been here, it is up here
He's hanging around and he'll float for a while
Gradually gone
It's pleasing and freezing
While I wonder what it is you're after

Keeping company with this disaster
You looked all over town, got turned around

To walk back through the mud
The kind you had left behind you
Everybody's the same in this long knowing game
Where every new blood gets time to become resigned
Now I wonder what it is you're after

Keeping company with this disaster
Why you never try to tame your master

You just blow through the coals

Blow through the coals
Blow through the coals
Till everyone knows
That your smile is just a ghost
The ghost of your smile was seen on a body in the park
It's old news, you see that it's no use
You're waiting to start, waiting to light

Wait until dark
I told you man
I told you







If you play acoustic guitar you're the depressed, sensitive guy...

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