My Favourite Chords The Weakerthans

The Mayor's out killing kids to keep taxes down, and me and my anger sit folding a paper bird, letting the curtains turn to beating wind. Wish I had a socket-set to dismantle this morning.

Favourite FONTAINES D.C.

Make you feel Everything you've never even seen Yeah, it's been A long, a long, a long, a long, a long-long You were my Favourite for a long time Stitch and fall The faces rearranged You will see Beauty

The Prescience Of Dawn The Weakerthans

the sirens woke me up again i know they're coming for me someday just a matter of when count to 25 and yawn touch the clock and turn my back against the dawn and hope for that one dream of hardware stores

Illustrated Bible Stories For Children The Weakerthans

Please hear my cries; I'd like to pull just this one building down. So turn off the sky. Head in my hands. Night keep me warm. White window-sill. Blinded by heart. Cut my hair short.

Pamphleteer The Weakerthans

I clutch my stack of paper, press one to a chest, then watch it swoop and stutter to the ground. I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight, and waiting for a winter to be done.

Greatest Hits Collection The Weakerthans

Knock so I'll know you're still there, half listening, interpreting the air. Full of failing foreign tongue, my dialect of stammer come undone.

Left And Leaving The Weakerthans

My city's still breathing (but barely it's true) through buildings gone missing like teeth. The sidewalks are watching me think about you, sparkled with broken glass. I'm back with scars to show.

Aside The Weakerthans

Measure me in metered lines, in one decisive stare, the time it takes to get from here to there. My ribs that show through t-shirts and these shoes I got for free; I'm unconsoled, I'm lonely.

Without Mythologies The Weakerthans

A soft breeze with the slippery concrete black and full of muddy slush, contrasting with the hoarfrost, clean and hung on a tunnel of silent shivering trees (the ones you said you'd like to be), and the

Sounds Familiar The Weakerthans

We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest.

Everything Must Go The Weakerthans

Saturday.I need to pay my heart's outstanding bills. A cracked-up compass and a pocket watch, some plastic daffodils.

Diagnosis The Weakerthans

All the cheap tricks I tried too hard not to pull. Pulled along or pulled apart. The diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart.

Benediction The Weakerthans

So you don't get to be a saint Martyrs never last this long Guess I'll never be the one To defeat desire in song Here's a marker Here's my naked skin Our 'exhibit A' Put a small x where I lost my way

The Reasons The Weakerthans

you tell me to fuck off, When I need somebody to, How you make me laugh so hard, How whole years refuse to stay, Where we told them to bad dog, Locked up blindly in a word, Or a misplaced souvenir, How the

Reconstruction Site The Weakerthans

Well I'm lost, I'm afraid, Rope tied down to a leaky boat, To the roof of a car on a road in the dark and it's snowing.

Leash The Weakerthans

Sitting in silence and staring at ceilings or peeling the paint off of things to confide. Teach me to wiggle my ears like that, Show me the scar that you got when you fell off your bike.

The Last Last One The Weakerthans

You always stole all my last words. Here's no exception then, one more for me to send. And nothing happens in the end.

Anchorless The Weakerthans

Southern Manitoba prairie's pulling at the pant leg of your bad disguise. So why were you so anchorless? Shoebox full of photos; found a grainy mirror. Sunken cheeks and slender hands.

History To The Defeated The Weakerthans

There's blood in the sink, and he's plunging his wrists in. A hangover halo is washing away. Mechanic-school dropout stares into the mirror, stands up in his derelict daydreams.

None Of The Above The Weakerthans

But we communicate in questions, And all our answers sound the same. Under sputtering flourescents, After re-fills are re-filled. Negotiations at a stand-still, Spoon and rolling saucer stilled.

Exiles Among You The Weakerthans

Her blue eyes frozen green in the low-lit ATM. I need a way to measure the distance. I need a way to say why, out of breath or out of key, her voice resonated in me.

Cowboy Chords Frank Turner

play more And all along the while I was just trying to make people smile I play Cowboy Chords For these air conditioned words About longing for the Prairie and living in the suburbs I sing simple songs

Four Chords The Classic Crime

before I'm breathing and bored So sing along (oh oh) Here we go (oh oh) Singing songs we wrote About a thousand times before I'm breathing and bored The same four chords The same four chords Now the beard

Trusty Chords Hot Water Music

I might need some therapy; Anything to keep me in check through the day. Don't think about your lover. You're already steady shaking." I might need a sedative, But I hate the taste of medicine.

Better Chords Paul Gilbert

No matter what you do I've got better chords than you There is nothing left to prove while I'm alive No matter what you say I've got better chords to play So just beg for my mercy Apologize But if you

Uncorrected Proofs The Weakerthans

The mirrors and the unacknowledged nods. Dial tones and license plates. The words you didn't choose. Everything the day's too small to hold spills on to the dusk, and shorts the evening's fuse.

Elegy For Elsabet The Weakerthans

So the fields are stubble, the garden is done where the scary scarecrow stands and sees her holding up horizons with her hands. She's so tired of reading Daddy's lips - -that essay on a frown.

One Great City! The Weakerthans

> late afternoon another day is nearly done a darker grey is breaking through a lighter one a thousand sharpened elbows in the underground that hollow hurried sound of feet on polished floor and in

Psalm For The Elks Lodge Last Call The Weakerthans

Let the waitress put the chairs up, let the glasses that you broke, form a picture of our leader with a halo made of smoke. Let the golden oldies station crackle and come through.

A New Name For Everything The Weakerthans

When the bus shelter windows and napkin-dispensers surprise with distorted reflections, it's never the someone you're hoping to recognize.

Plea From A Cat Named Virtute The Weakerthans

So we should open up the house, invite the Tabby two doors down. You could ask your sister if, she doesn't bring her basset hound.

(Hospital Vespers) The Weakerthans

Doctors play your dosage like a card trick Scrabbled down the hallways yelling "Yatzee" I brought books on Harper in the Arctic Something called "The Politics of Lonely" A toothbrush and Quick Pick with

Wellington's Wednesdays The Weakerthans

The night's a spill, a permanent stain; the city soaks in silence, salt and dirty snow. A blue glow from the tv again, the cutains never open, faces never show.

Time's Arrow The Weakerthans

> So you watch the sunrise sinking And she's talking in her sleep A dream of how alone she was Tomorrow when you keep All those promises to someone In a mirror you will find At your parents' house

This Is A Fire Door Never Leave Open The Weakerthans

Headlights race towards the corner of the dining room. Half illuminate a face before they disappear. You breathe in forty years of failing to describe a feeling.

Confessions Of A Futon-Revolutionist The Weakerthans

Held like water in you shaking hands are all the small defeats a day demands. 10-6 or 9-5 trying, dying to survive. Never knowing what survival means. Leave the apartment to buy alcohol.

Watermark The Weakerthans

We sit and watch the wall you painted purple. Speech will spill on space. Our little cups of grace.

Manifest The Weakerthans

> I want to call a request through heating vents, And hear them answered with a whispered no, To crack the code of muscles slack and tense, Let every second step in boots on snow, Complete you name

Letter Of Resignation The Weakerthans

Takes a dried up ball-point, lemon juice and water, keeps a diary invisibly, In the kitchen corner of a basement bachelor suite there's a certain search for certainty, you know we'll never see her hands

Fallow The Weakerthans

Wait until the day says it's closing, and public is put away. Write by the light of a pay phone your list of "I meant to say". Like "Winter comes too soon", or "Radiators hum out of tune".

Slips And Tangles The Weakerthans

we're rolling neon lights and slinking purple skies squeeze out soft regrets from all our lives as i greet another door that opens in to that place that we repeatedly begin i'm tangled up in tries ...

Fireside Favourite Fad Gadget

Come here, baby, in front of the fire I'd like to look into your eyes Loosen your clothes, get out of that seat Come and feel my body heat Because when I get back home And see you sitting by the fire

Favourite Scar Leona Lewis

I never felt like this, you shot me through my heart, The pain never felt so good, boy, you're my favourite scar.

Favourite Things Connie Talbot(코니 탤버트)

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eye lashes Silver white winters that melt into spring These are a few of my favourite things!

Favourite Things Rangga Jones

I’m feeling deep inside Yea there’s so many things I love about us I love about us Yea I think you know  My favourite things about us Is when we talk till the a.m We’d be looking up dream apartments In

Favourite Things The Golden Filter

New York, Sydney, Paris, London, New York, Sydney These are a few of my favourite things Ice cream, chocolate, coffee, sugar, ice cream, chocolate These are a few of my favourite things Candy, lollies

Favourite Person Peach PRC

created a version that hurts less I had to tell myself you're toxic Better off, 'cause you're the problem Really I just couldn't take it Being hated by my favourite person (Oh, oh-oh) My favourite person

Favourite Things Connie Talbot

and whiskers on kittens 장미 꽃잎에 맺힌 빗방울, 새끼 고양이의 콧수염 Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens 반짝이는 구리 주전자, 따뜻한 털장갑 Brown paper packages tied up with strin 노끈 묶인 갈색 소포 꾸러미 These are a few of my

Chemical Chords Stereolab

Sometimes it is half full Or sometimes half empty For some it is theory But for who is concerned it's truly a pity, a pity Under the ocean night of deep sorrows And quietly he misses you The harm

Fan Favourite Bess Atwell

Not interested in being cool anymore Tie my shoes on the hood of your car Staring down a birthday beer Wish I didn’t cry every year Not interested in being your wife Crazy to have been awake all our lives