-A Brown Sack Of Cash-

All is lost!
All is lost!
I've kissed my best friend
without weighing the cost.

The brown sack of cash
that sits in my lap
may as well
be filled with ash.

They laughed and declined
to take the cash back,
and I can't backtrack
through time.

Stumbling in grief,
having no hope,
into a field
dragging a rope.

My life now ended,
spirit suspended
between the heavens
and the dirt.



Lyrics By Damien Rice-Cannonball-From The Album 'O'

Damien Rice has tremendous lyrics. This isn't the exact version I was looking for but it's still good. I don't want the video to distract from reading the lyrics, but I couldn't find one without a video. Well, ENJOY! ...Or don't, it's totally up to your taste. :)

There’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
There’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
It’s still a little hard to say what's going on

There’s still a little bit of your ghost your witness
There’s still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed
You step a little closer each day
That I can´t say what´s going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love, it taught me to lie
Life, it taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball

There’s still a little bit of your song in my ear
There’s still a little bit of your words i long to hear
You step a little closer to me
So close that I can´t see what´s going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So its not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon.

Stones taught me to fly
Love, it taught me to cry
So come on courage, teach me to be shy
'Cause its not hard to fall,
And I don't want to scare her
Its not hard to fall
And i don't want to lose
Its not hard to grow
When you know that you just don't know

-Two Hands And Feet-

Victory or defeat?

By string
so to speak,
humanity's hope for freedom
hung by two hands and feet.

...Victory or defeat?




He walked his high school halls,
blue lockers, white walls.
A mediocre basketball star,
he made up jokes
to cover the scars.
Abusing bottles and pills
seeking cheap thrills.
Metaphorically speaking
his blood was leaking
from internal bleeding
needing someone to care,
to see,
to comfort.
But no one noticed.
So he kept on strolling.
Floating like a ghost,
slow motion moving,
while others ran to class
in fast forward past him.


Lyrics By Jeff Buckley(Cohen)-Hallelujah-From The Album 'Grace'

Well this is a classic, but I still had to post it. It could be a contender for the most beautiful song. A lot of artists try to cover it, but in my opinion Buckley's version is the best. I love the lyrics as well. ..I do like a lot of different types of music, but I've been putting slower songs on here on purpose. ENJOY.

Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Well Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
And she broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Well baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you?
And remember when I moved in you?
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Well maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who'd out drew ya
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen in the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah





I'm a stalker,
a night walker.
Strolling the city streets
while most folks
sleep between the sheets.
I roam the empty roads
and I know
I'm so alone.
The midnight moon cackles
as I make my way home.
I kick a small stone,
still feeling so alone.



Lyrics By Brand New-Play Crack The Sky-From The Album Deja Entendu

I absolutely love this song! It's gotta be one of my all time favorites. Amazing lyrics. This album has special meaning for my wife and me. We would spend hours listening to this album on repeat when we were first falling in love. ...Memories.

We sent out the S.O.S. call.
It was a quarter past four, in the morning
When the storm broke our second anchor line.
Four months at sea. Four months of calm seas {only}
To be pounded in the shallows off the tip of Montauk Point.

They call 'em rogues. They travel fast and alone.
One hundred foot faces of God's good ocean gone wrong.
What they call love is a risk,
'Cause you will always get hit
Out of nowhere by some wave
And end up on your own.

The hole in the hull defied the crew’s attempts,
To bail us out.
And flooded the engines and radio,
And half buried bow.

Your tongue is a rudder.
It steers the whole ship.
Sends your words past your lips
Or keeps them safe behind your teeth.
But the wrong words will strand you.
Come off course while you sleep.
Sweep your boat out to sea
Or dashed to bits on the reef.

The vessel groans
The ocean pressures its frame.
To the port I see the lighthouse
Through the sleet and the rain.
And I wish for one more day to give my
Love and repay debts.
But the morning finds our bodies washed up thirty miles west.

They say that the captain stays fast with the ship,
Through still and storm,
But this ain't the Dakota,
And the water's so cold,
{We} won't have to fight for long.

(This is the end.)
This story's old but it goes on and on until we disappear,
(This is the calm.)
Calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed while you were underneath,
(We are the risen.)
I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea,
(After the storm.)
I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean,
(Rest in the sea.)
I know that this is what you want, a funeral keeps both of us apart.
(Washed up on the beach.)
You know that you are not alone, I need you like water in my lungs.

This is the end.


-Plastic Carrot On A String-

Life is strife and death.
We all want
a peaceful place to rest.
I see a spot down the road
that's the place to be.
I think I once was there.
Had I really arrived?
Or was it just
a good steady stride?
Is there no magic key
or great leap,
that can bring me back
to the place on the path
where I used to be?
Is it really there?
Or is it a mind's eye mirage?
A cruel trick of the brain
proclaiming that I'm worthless
if I haven't already attained
a quiet corner booth
at this place of high esteem.
Just down the road,
I hope
it's there waiting for me,
a quiet little clearing
where all is smooth and easy.
Does ease on earth exist?
Inch by inch is NOT a cinch.
It's a slow crawl forward
when I've got no strength.
Crawling the length
of the rough patch.
Face-down on my stomach,
bruised arms reaching,
fingernails clawing at the cold dirt.
It's not a stroll in the park.
It gets pretty dark
when distractions arise,
and the sun is eclipsed
by the looming black blinder
that takes my attention and time.
The seemingly impossible situation
is a brick wall barrier.
To press on would be scarier
than wandering in the woods.
Should I just take a break
to escape
from this tough landscape?
If I'm not careful
I'll find myself
off with the swine,
and feelin fine
wasting my time,
wasting my time.



-Pride Machine-

I take much pride
in my
showoff machine shop factory,
producing fronts and lies,
great in my own eyes.
I built it on my own
and run it all alone.
My giant iron machine
of molten steel and steam
is a complex mess
of metal beams
and rusted chains
running down to the ground.
Creaking clanking sounds
drown out
the steam leak's hiss,

I wish it ran smooth,
everything in groove.
But I won't get repairs
or ask for more coal.
I'd rather try and pull
the whole weight on my own.
Still the steam leak hisses,

Beams begin bending,
pistons twisting,
belts breaking.
An earsplitting blast
throws shards of glass
mixed with fire and stone.
Giant gears slip from slots
smashing through walls,
finishing the downfall
and final collapse
of my giant iron machine
of molten steel and steam.
Now the junkyard pile
of rubble and debris
lies smoldering quietly.



Art By Chris And Annie Koelle

The Koelle's are friends of friends and are really talented artists. Check out there website. Here are a few pictures just to give you a taste.


Lyrics By Death Cab For Cutie-I Will Follow You Into The Dark-From The Album 'Plans'

Death Cab is great! This is one of my favorites right now.

Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
'cause we'll hold each other soon
In the blackest of rooms

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the No's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark


-Zero Celsius-

A heart with the absence of heat
is hard to beat.
The cardiac-land of ice lakes
skill to survive.
Every decision and step
means possible death
on the zigzag cracks
of frozen glass.
Falling means frigid water
pumping ice into your veins.
Your running blood cells will trip
and stumble to a slow drip.
You need a scarf and coat
for your arms and throat.
Or biting wind
will nick your skin
with cold cutting ice
making razor blade slices.

...Can you survive
in your own frozen heart of hate?
Or will the cold
take hold?
You can't live in that climate
with no fire and wood...

I think your heart
will stay frozen for good.


Having grown up in Wisconsin, I've spent many winters in ridiculous COLD - teeth chattering, trying to stay warm, can't feel your hands or toes. ...I've also been guilty of having a pretty hard heart at times.

Lyrics By The Postal Service-This Place Is A Prison-From The Album 'Give Up'

I adore The Postal Service. ..The band. :) This is one of their slower songs, but it's so good.

This place is a prison
and these people aren't your friends
Inhaling thrills through twenty dollar bills
and the tumblers are drained and then flooded
again and again.

There's guards at the on ramps
Armed to the teeth
And you may case the grounds
from the cascades to Puget Sound
but you are not permitted to leave.

I know there's a big world out there
like the one that I saw on the screen
in my living room late last night
it was almost too bright to see.

and I know that it's not a party
if it happens every night
pretending there's glamor and candelabra
when you're drinking by candlelight.

And what does it take
to get a drink in this place?
what does it take?
how long must I wait?

how long must I wait?


-El Guapo-

Taking pride in the physical form
is the norm of society.
Tight muscles,
tight jeans,
no need
for body mediocrity.
Some of the thinnest and fittest
take pride
in outward eye perfection
and temporary skin suit satisfaction.
But time will sink it's teeth
into your flesh coat of confidence
and cause decay.
One day
everyone's souls will be pulled
from our pretty plastic shells and judged.
And nothing you can purchase
or put on
can purify your insides
in the eyes of the One Beholder
who sees deep,
past style and skin
to soul and sin.


I do not think there's anything wrong with looking good. :) Interpret the rest of it how you want.

Lyrics By Thrice-A Song For Milly Michaelson-From The Album 'The Alchemy Index Vols. III & IV'

I love Thrice. They have great lyrics. Just thought I'd share this one.

Well you know I hardly speak.
When I do it's just for you.
I haven't said a word in weeks
'Cause they've been keeping me from you.

There's a way where there's a will.
You know I got no need for stairs.
Step out on the window sill,
Fall with me into the air.

So, here we go.
Hold on tight and don't let go.
I won't ever let you fall.
I love the night.
Flying o'er these city lights.
But I love you most of all.

Well there's something you should know.
Girl you should have died that day.
You fell reaching for the rose
Baby I was there to save you.


Lyrics By The Perishers-Pills-From The Album 'Let There Be Morning'

I love this song. It's really beautiful. I need to learn it on guitar.

I hope my smile can distract you
I hope my fists can fight for two
So it never has to show
And you’ll never know

I hope my love can blind you
I hope my arms can bind you
So you’ll never have to see
What we’ve grown to be

One may think we’re alright
But we need pills to sleep at night
We need lies to make it through the day
We’re not okay

One may think we're alright
But we need pills to sleep at night
We need lies to make it through the day
We're not okay

One may think we’re doing fine
But if I had to lay it on the line
We’re losing ground with every passing day
We’re not okay

But that’s one thing I would never
One thing I would never
One thing I would never say to you
That’s one thing I would never
One thing I would never
That's one thing I would never say to you

-The Shroud-

Perfection deception is a game of hide and seek.
No one sees me,
I'm up in a tree
donning a disguise of fig leaves.
I drape a camouflage cloak
to conceal my dark desires,
and cover my face
with a colorful mask
and ask
that no one look deeper.
Smoke and mirrors
make me appear
to my trusting peers,
who I fear.
And for fear of man
I fashioned a fortress
down in the forgotten caverns
of my chest,
with walls a mile high
on all sides,
true self silenced
and sentenced to die inside.
I work tirelessly
crafting concrete prison cells
to contain
greed, envy
lust and hate
from nearing the gate
and escaping in the form
of honest words,
adjectives and verbs.
And in the darkest dripping dungeon
a titanium lock holds tight
the iron chains
to bind and constrain
the pain,
of half living
half lying
only showing
what I'm comfortable
with others knowing.
And when I lay down at night
you might
hear a low
painful groan.
For I would rather die
than display my true self.
And I do die
from the struggle
of dark deeds covered
for no one to see.


This is about how at times I fall into this fear of judgment from people. I toil and strive desperately to sweep everything I can under the rug of my outer facade. Why do I want people to think I'm perfect?


-Glittering Gold-

Longing for the plush life
Ned left his wife
and child
hungry and alone,
on his own lonely road
to wealth.
Mining for gold
he sold
to find his riches,
to dig ditches
no more.
Three dragging years with no luck,
finally he struck
a main vein
of pure golden glory.
He struggled and pulled,
hauling load upon load.
the pulley system of timber
snapped with a crack
leaving Ned trapped
and alone
with shattered leg bones.
Finally dying there
deep in his dusty cavern tomb,
surrounded by a hundred chunks
of priceless stone.


-Progress Of The Human Condition-

The virus.
The gun.

The beating.
The blood.

The slaves.
The drug run.

We're not nearly done.