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With a fistful of faith
By Dihd
(w/ laura hoch)
I know i
have a lot of friends
but the one hand that could hold mine is just gone man
i could sit here in the sofa
staring at the television
but my eyes are blind and my ears are deaf
since the baby ran away man
*OH DEAR I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU STANDING THERE
WITH A FIST FULL OF FAITH AND EYES FULL OF TEARS
and i remember her face in the shadow of a baseball hat
and i remember your arms wrapped around my neck
if i could go back then i would trade
every stupid thing i said
just not to kiss that lovely mouth again...
Red blue eyes
By Ahd
i'd shave my face into clark gable's
but i wouldn't be at my best
i do my talking at coffee tables
i like a setting sun in the west
don't you hate it when people are not what they sem
i love it when
water doesn't turn into steam
my breed is a melancholy one
i'm skinny and slow, with a hairy chest
i only want the hole in one
i like a setting sun in the west
don't you hate it when
you waste your brain playing games
i love it when
people sound like their names
i try to open my red blue eyes
always on time at least
i like my songs alphabetized
i like a rising sun in the east
i love it when
night falls on hoboken
it'll fall again
truer word was never spoken
Show me the roof
By Dihd
(w/ the flower choir ensemble)
show me where i have to go 'cause i'm not sure right now
like climbing up bedford was such a piece of cake
todayand this old ice cream truck looked like a wonderful thing
but i don't know if it's because it's brooklyn, ny
or because it's where you sleep at night
and not at night...
*SHOW ME THE ROOF
SHOW ME THE ROOF, IF IT'S WHERE I HAVE TO GO
SHOW ME SOMEWHERE I DON'T KNOW
AND WHERE MY FRIENDS CAN'T FOLLOW
i wish i could watch over your naps
whisper things when you are sleeping
penetrating your brain and installing myself in
like a huge fucked up comforting software taking over
anything that could make you worry
i don't know though
just where i'm at right now, but you can nap me in
for a try
My friends kill
my folks
By Ahd
my friends kill my folks in front of me
my friends kill my folks and they're not even sorry
they say the line is thick between crying and crying
they say the line is thick between dying and dying
i hardly ever listen and i don't steer
but i do hear and i often peer
at the features of men through my glasses
through my pictures and through their faces
it's the only thing that keeps me awake
through some nights and all kinds of mornings
when you hate yourself it's the mirror you break
you won't find ears that fit your earrings
i once was used to killing and double talking
i wasn't writing then, not even smoking
so i know how it feels to hate your own guts
and rest your sick ego on ifs and buts
and i don't see a line and i don't give a damn
i see a surface and i feel its thickness
and what i see from where i am
is so obvious not seeing it is a sickness
In the summer camp
By Dihd
(w/the flower choir ensemble)
in the summer camp, down by the hill
i'll get some time to think
laying down on the pier, throwing stones to the lake
one stone for everything
that i really miss
like my dog, and the crows, and the smell of here
and i'll keep a very special pile of
heavy and black and polished and weird and terrifying stones
for the nights when i missed you
(and even when i could still see you)
...
for the sweets things you said that i don't want to
know if they're true
for you wearing my shirts and riding your bikes in awarm night
for when we didn't even say goodbye
for when i was stuck in the airport with amazing
lightnings keeping the plane to the ground
(and i wouldn't even call you)
for the anger and the pain that we softly built
for the anger and the pain that we tenderly built
for the anger and the pain that we hug-ly built
In august
By Ahd
(w/ spencer chakedis)
you were talking to me
and looking at a monkey
feeding a monkey
fruit and bread
you know what: everybody dies
in august, when no-one cries
or in someone's cruel cruel eyes
but we are not dead
i'd found a bug
in the water jug
it lay numb
on my thumb
i blew it away
and let it lay
on the floor
at my door
You stepped on sticky fingers
By Dihd
(w/ jack lewis)
i came to pick you up driving
i tried to call you to come down but you were online
and so i had to park by your house
if there's time for a smoke then i should buy some fags
and a ticket on the window when i come back
i should have written the code to your door
i should have had it as a tattoo on my hand
i should have learnt the numbers by heart
and you would have let me in again
you got into my little blue japanese car
your hair smelling good from the shower
looked at all the tapes around and on the floor
you even stepped on sticky fingers
you took the white box of a daniel johnston tape
(genuine from austin, texas) in your hands and said :" WHAT'S THAT ?
IT LOOKS PRETTY COOL ..."
and i knew that even if for some reason
you didn't know
some of the most beautiful things in the world
you were one of them too
and there could be a lot of songs
there could be a lot of songs...
On a sunny sunny cold cold day
By Ahd
(w/ the flower choir ensemble, tape recorder intro by the nonhorse)
…which reminds me of us
smoking through the foreplay
this one is precious
i lit it on the runway
on a sunny sunny cold cold day
a sunny sunny cold cold day
a sunny sunny cold cold day
on a sunny sunny cold cold day
a sunny sunny cold cold day
you came my way
two hundred yards ahead
the orange men freaked out
whatever i remembered you'd said
was louder than a stranger's shout
out of the runway bus
the rabbits saw me stray
this one is dangerous
i lit it on the runway
At your luau
By Dihd
(w/turner cody and spencer chakedis)
that's three blocks away but too far already
with the rain that crashes and the people walking
i'd rather sit here a little longer
and i don't think you care and i don't think you're really waiting
and even if you do this is just kind of what i owe you
for what happened before
and tell me all about it : were you drunk or not
when you said you needed me ?
i want a haircut that kills i want it in front of my eyes
i want to wear tight jeans and raglan sweaters
and dance at your luau night
and drive away with your best friend and make you cry
sipping on a gin and tonic and talking about my band
telling everybody how fun it is to be touring all across the new world
when you alone would listen and know how it hurts sometimes
and i would tell you all about it,
and you would kiss my forehead and smile...
I DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M GOING BABY
I DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M GOING BABY
I DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M GOING BABY
I DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M GOING GOING...
Winners lose
By Ahd
(with the purple organ and mike rechner)
i won't say the word but you know i'm fond of you
i don't need curtains and i don't need a view
but to cut you off my landscape i don't either need scissors
don't ask questions when you don't want to know the answers
between love and friends
my choice is made, no offense
if you want me to be your man
be a friend if you can
i'll play stark naked if it's my desire
a sheer uniqueness is all that i require
from myself and from my days
whatever the cost, the story repays
between pride and success
it's easy to guess
your servant will choose
to winningly lose
everybody is family
hundreds of girls are quite alright for me
but i'm dumb enough to think i know what i must do
and weak enough to always tell it too
between stay and go
it's not hard to know
it's not even a choice
it's my master's voice
The static comes from my broken heart
By Dihd
(w/laura hoch)
and when the doorknob gets rusty
i'll fix it for you
and when the cell phone's batteries get empty
i'll fill them up for you
and when you call my name
i won't be there but i will think of you
i can help you through the night
and when it's cold and when it's dark
i can help you
i'm already far gone/ sitting on my ass
in a damn van
i'm already dead/ dying on the back seat
and all i want is that you ponytail your hairkeep it ponytailing
and there's nothing wrong with the stereo
THE STATIC COMES FROM MY BROKEN DAMN HEART
So not what I wanted
By Ahd
(w/ diane cluck)
i do not believe we met before
or maybe in a darker place
maybe in a darker place
there's many people singing good songs
so many people singing true songs
so many people singing true songs
this is so not what i wanted
this is so not what i wanted
not what i wanted
so not what i wanted
this is what i have been waiting for
with my hand on my face
with my hand on my face
people take the time to
look back and forth
look back and forth
this is so not what i wanted
this is so not what i wanted
not what i wanted
so not what i wanted
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