| THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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~ I Found my coat Had trouble with the sleeves We lifted your box And bent at the knees Know what tears the most? It's the disregard for your Holy Ghost You left the world, the world kept going... Now I'm alone I'm alone And I don't fit in here in our home Where nothing tastes the same With the tip of my tongue Holding onto your name (chorus) Come on and pick me up Raise me off the floor Let me hear the band Play the Rites of Man Come on and lift my head Lead me to the door Make me understand The Rites of Man Peace and quiet Are over-rated words The music of our home Faded and unheard Everything's as I left it Orderly and perfect Nothing's out of place All the cassettes stay in their case (chorus) |
sometimes you have to work on christmas (sometimes) - harvey danger a studio apartment in a dull part of seattle a strand of light suspended by a thumbtack in the drywall the restaurants are closed, so are the record shops the banks and bars and bartell drugs and so's the half-price bookstore but the movies are always open and I always have to open a reperatory moviehouse where life is not so wonderful for 15 soggy patrons who have no better place to be not to mention me I'm working for a holiday wage my family is two time zones away I'm supposed to call them my vodka and snow is melting the alcohol isn't helping sometimes you have to work on christmas (sometimes) you have to work on christmas sometimes you gotta work on christmas I doubt I'll miss this there's an artifical tree blinking in the lobby sitting on the coffee table, yeah strangers and spare changers stand in line like poor relations at some kind of sad reunion and I'm selling the tickets they come in out of the weather for christmas alone together sometimes you have to work on christmas (sometimes) you have to work on christmas sometimes you have to work on christmas I doubt I'll miss this at all |