<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749529374248013644</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:39:48.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spraypaint Song Lyrics</title><subtitle type='html'>Lyrics without songs</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spraypaintsonglyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/749529374248013644/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spraypaintsonglyrics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lqoau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W2t_Gjusb1c/TWJ9aY28JZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DzqT2aa6sZE/s220/DSCF7647.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749529374248013644.post-223361887112968430</id><published>2008-12-01T00:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:04:20.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlas</title><content type='html'>Staring at the roads I’ve passed,&lt;br /&gt;just thin blue lines upon a map,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen them press against my skin,&lt;br /&gt;and touch the outside from within.&lt;br /&gt;No feeling in the space between&lt;br /&gt;two entities since now it seems&lt;br /&gt;that each retrace would be in vain,&lt;br /&gt;erase and it won’t look the same.&lt;br /&gt;Won’t look the same…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Held down by the world that I hold up,&lt;br /&gt;travel and you’ll never leave my touch.&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel I should let it fall,&lt;br /&gt;and drop the past for once and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What good are eyes if I still see&lt;br /&gt;the images of you and me&lt;br /&gt;on streets that travel up my spine&lt;br /&gt;and end at last upon my mind?&lt;br /&gt;No stalling in this place unless&lt;br /&gt;my shoulders find a way to rest&lt;br /&gt;from nervousness and past regret&lt;br /&gt;this present tense cannot forget.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot forget…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Held down by the world that I hold up,&lt;br /&gt;travel and you’ll never leave my touch.&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel I should let it fall,&lt;br /&gt;and drop the past for once and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning from the thoughts at hand,&lt;br /&gt;silhouettes that stretch across the land,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t see where we haven’t been,&lt;br /&gt;it’s just past where the pages bend,&lt;br /&gt;the dusty prints still have not set,&lt;br /&gt;and underneath the ink is wet,&lt;br /&gt;at any rate I can’t pretend&lt;br /&gt;this story goes without an end.&lt;br /&gt;Without an end…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Held down by the world that I hold up,&lt;br /&gt;travel and you’ll never leave my touch.&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel I should let it fall,&lt;br /&gt;and drop the past for once and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outtro:&lt;br /&gt;I carry with me all your facts,&lt;br /&gt;your colored legends and your maps,&lt;br /&gt;your silly tables and your laugh,&lt;br /&gt;your parting glance and all of that,&lt;br /&gt;and I no longer can relax&lt;br /&gt;with all this strain upon my back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749529374248013644-223361887112968430?l=spraypaintsonglyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spraypaintsonglyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/223361887112968430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=749529374248013644&amp;postID=223361887112968430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/749529374248013644/posts/default/223361887112968430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/749529374248013644/posts/default/223361887112968430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spraypaintsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/atlas.html' title='Atlas'/><author><name>Lqoau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W2t_Gjusb1c/TWJ9aY28JZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DzqT2aa6sZE/s220/DSCF7647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749529374248013644.post-1223161854287235588</id><published>2008-12-01T00:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:03:42.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doorstep</title><content type='html'>I didn’t know who you were when you came in,&lt;br /&gt;you were just a kid,&lt;br /&gt;and I had my life to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes had a light that invited me inside,&lt;br /&gt;but the door was still open wide,&lt;br /&gt;so I thought I’d let time decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stood apart and it was too hard to see,&lt;br /&gt;what you’d be like with me,&lt;br /&gt;so I guess I just let you be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On busy streets I saw where your glance was cast,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it could last,&lt;br /&gt;and so I walked right past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came up fast and I never had the chance to say,&lt;br /&gt;I’d be with you someday,&lt;br /&gt;I never tried to get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years have past and I wish I had the chance to say,&lt;br /&gt;I think about you everyday,&lt;br /&gt;but I can’t find the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might help out if you left a light at your gate,&lt;br /&gt;in case I’m a little late,&lt;br /&gt;and you’re still holding out for fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can’t go back and I know it’s a lot to ask,&lt;br /&gt;that a lot of good friends have passed,&lt;br /&gt;and the feelings don’t often last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that’s the case then I won’t need a place to stay,&lt;br /&gt;for even with these words to say,&lt;br /&gt;there’s a price I still have to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know who you were when you came in,&lt;br /&gt;please forgive me love,&lt;br /&gt;for I have sinned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W2t_Gjusb1c/TWJ9aY28JZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DzqT2aa6sZE/s220/DSCF7647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749529374248013644.post-2015928826177909482</id><published>2008-12-01T00:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:03:08.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I, Robot</title><content type='html'>At times I wish I were a robot,&lt;br /&gt;who could turn things on and turn things off,&lt;br /&gt;look inside there’s not a damn thing soft,&lt;br /&gt;just wires and steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a machine with memory,&lt;br /&gt;too much of it for I can see&lt;br /&gt;through brick walls and it’s hard to breathe,&lt;br /&gt;yet easy to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe it’s the other way,&lt;br /&gt;easy to breathe yet hard to stay,&lt;br /&gt;easy to see once they’ve gone away,&lt;br /&gt;yet hard to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A robot needs no company,&lt;br /&gt;just common sense and batteries,&lt;br /&gt;so my love for you along with me,&lt;br /&gt;will never die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749529374248013644-2015928826177909482?l=spraypaintsonglyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spraypaintsonglyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2015928826177909482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=749529374248013644&amp;postID=2015928826177909482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/749529374248013644/posts/default/2015928826177909482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/749529374248013644/posts/default/2015928826177909482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spraypaintsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-robot.html' title='I, Robot'/><author><name>Lqoau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W2t_Gjusb1c/TWJ9aY28JZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DzqT2aa6sZE/s220/DSCF7647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749529374248013644.post-3371424663776646484</id><published>2008-12-01T00:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:01:26.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Follower</title><content type='html'>No need for me to draw first blood&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just take your lead,&lt;br /&gt;now I know you’re so misunderstood,&lt;br /&gt;so tell me what you need,&lt;br /&gt;I only want to do some good,&lt;br /&gt;but girl I must concede,&lt;br /&gt;I’d try and help you if I could,&lt;br /&gt;but you’re such a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought you should be famous,&lt;br /&gt;so you went off chasing stars,&lt;br /&gt;he was backstage getting blowjobs&lt;br /&gt;while you waited at the bar,&lt;br /&gt;but still you say you loved him,&lt;br /&gt;and I found it so bizarre,&lt;br /&gt;that he held you by your heart-strings,&lt;br /&gt;yet he couldn’t play guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;And if you think you passed up me,&lt;br /&gt;you better check your memory,&lt;br /&gt;you’ve got your coat, you’ve got your keys,&lt;br /&gt;but where’s your personality?&lt;br /&gt;Cause you just change from week to week,&lt;br /&gt;and stumble every time you speak,&lt;br /&gt;you say you’ve got nothing to hide,&lt;br /&gt;but inside you’re cold and weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you just act like who you’re with,&lt;br /&gt;that must be why you’re such a bitch,&lt;br /&gt;get off his ass, you’re talking shit,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve said my peace, now this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need for me to keep this up,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just take your lead,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll lay right down and give it up,&lt;br /&gt;I see it’s done so easily,&lt;br /&gt;when I asked you if our time was good,&lt;br /&gt;your answer seemed so fake to me,&lt;br /&gt;I’d validate you if I could,&lt;br /&gt;but you’re just a forgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749529374248013644-3371424663776646484?l=spraypaintsonglyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spraypaintsonglyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3371424663776646484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=749529374248013644&amp;postID=3371424663776646484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/749529374248013644/posts/default/3371424663776646484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/749529374248013644/posts/default/3371424663776646484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spraypaintsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2008/11/follower.html' title='Follower'/><author><name>Lqoau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W2t_Gjusb1c/TWJ9aY28JZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DzqT2aa6sZE/s220/DSCF7647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749529374248013644.post-1916557962270338250</id><published>2008-11-29T13:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T13:15:29.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tether</title><content type='html'>Time to fold up all your clothes,&lt;br /&gt;the nights have gotten colder,&lt;br /&gt;the bell within the tower tolls,&lt;br /&gt;and we have gotten older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spin to let the years unwind&lt;br /&gt;back through where we’ve been.&lt;br /&gt;All the things we left behind&lt;br /&gt;will not be there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass the places you have stayed,&lt;br /&gt;for none of them have found you.&lt;br /&gt;And now that youthful skies have greyed,&lt;br /&gt;their shadows will surround you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;And so you want to leave this town forever,&lt;br /&gt;well, we can do it together,&lt;br /&gt;any time between now and whenever.&lt;br /&gt;And you say you’re tethered to this town,&lt;br /&gt;and the weather just brings you down,&lt;br /&gt;and if you just keep hanging around,&lt;br /&gt;you’ll never be free to touch the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sever all your ties,&lt;br /&gt;they only serve to hang you,&lt;br /&gt;the moment that you realize,&lt;br /&gt;there’s nothing left to cling to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel your feelings fall away,&lt;br /&gt;the strain is getting stronger,&lt;br /&gt;and tattered threads of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;won’t hold us for much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the very way you came,&lt;br /&gt;and everything that’s bound you,&lt;br /&gt;in case you don’t come back the same,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tie myself around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus Repeat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749529374248013644-1916557962270338250?l=spraypaintsonglyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spraypaintsonglyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/1916557962270338250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=749529374248013644&amp;postID=1916557962270338250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/749529374248013644/posts/default/1916557962270338250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/749529374248013644/posts/default/1916557962270338250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spraypaintsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2008/11/tether.html' title='Tether'/><author><name>Lqoau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W2t_Gjusb1c/TWJ9aY28JZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DzqT2aa6sZE/s220/DSCF7647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749529374248013644.post-3100916118266372937</id><published>2008-11-29T13:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T13:13:52.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridesmaid</title><content type='html'>I was laid back sipping Dom,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for my beer,&lt;br /&gt;watching you across the lawn,&lt;br /&gt;girl I almost shed a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have yet to see you smile,&lt;br /&gt;you don’t have much to say,&lt;br /&gt;and once they’re set to walk the aisle,&lt;br /&gt;you’re after the bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what that’s about,&lt;br /&gt;this is no time for dismay.&lt;br /&gt;It makes it hard to check you out,&lt;br /&gt;with you looking that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s in black and white,&lt;br /&gt;but you’re feeling blue,&lt;br /&gt;if you come with me tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll see what we can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know it’s not your night,&lt;br /&gt;you’re not the one who’s dressed in white,&lt;br /&gt;but hey baby it’s alright,&lt;br /&gt;we’ll make it ‘til the sun’s in sight.&lt;br /&gt;And I know it’s not your day,&lt;br /&gt;but we can do it anyway,&lt;br /&gt;dance to what the DJ plays,&lt;br /&gt;“Electric Slide,” well that’s okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge 1:&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have no diamond ring,&lt;br /&gt;and I can’t buy you anything,&lt;br /&gt;I just have this song to sing,&lt;br /&gt;and some time to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toss out those borrowed dreams,&lt;br /&gt;they look a little tight.&lt;br /&gt;Put away your faded schemes,&lt;br /&gt;and step into tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s so nice and fake,&lt;br /&gt;and we can eat for free,&lt;br /&gt;for dessert there’s chocolate cake,&lt;br /&gt;and afterwards there’s me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t need a lasting bond,&lt;br /&gt;if everything stays new,&lt;br /&gt;leave the priest to speak of God,&lt;br /&gt;some things he just can’t do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flower girls are crying,&lt;br /&gt;the cameraman’s at bay,&lt;br /&gt;when all eyes are on the bride,&lt;br /&gt;that’s when we slip away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge 2/Outtro:&lt;br /&gt;Girl don’t you know&lt;br /&gt;there’s no reason to frown,&lt;br /&gt;put the cake in the trunk&lt;br /&gt;and we’ll get out of town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749529374248013644-3100916118266372937?l=spraypaintsonglyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spraypaintsonglyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3100916118266372937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=749529374248013644&amp;postID=3100916118266372937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/749529374248013644/posts/default/3100916118266372937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/749529374248013644/posts/default/3100916118266372937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spraypaintsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2008/11/bridesmaid.html' title='Bridesmaid'/><author><name>Lqoau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W2t_Gjusb1c/TWJ9aY28JZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DzqT2aa6sZE/s220/DSCF7647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749529374248013644.post-1060576690949402199</id><published>2008-11-29T13:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T13:12:28.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Aggression</title><content type='html'>Yeah I saw the way you ruled the scene&lt;br /&gt;with your denim walls and splattered jeans,&lt;br /&gt;it seemed you couldn’t ask for more&lt;br /&gt;as you sat there calmly on the floor&lt;br /&gt;with your suitcase and a tambourine,&lt;br /&gt;and that Chinese girl who can’t stay clean,&lt;br /&gt;and you both keep staring at the sky,&lt;br /&gt;but won’t say a word when I ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your best friend came up dead&lt;br /&gt;you flashed me a look that said,&lt;br /&gt;“if there were no disease&lt;br /&gt;we’d all die from depression.”&lt;br /&gt;I know you think “what’s mine is mine,”&lt;br /&gt;and you keep running short on time,&lt;br /&gt;but do you have to grieve&lt;br /&gt;every time I ask you a question?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand the eyes that hide&lt;br /&gt;your quiet aggression.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;When you passed me and I looked back&lt;br /&gt;I thought I caught the slightest grin,&lt;br /&gt;and every time your lips crack&lt;br /&gt;you act like you’ve confessed a sin,&lt;br /&gt;and then you ask me for some hard facts&lt;br /&gt;but tell me, where should I begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;You complain that sunny days&lt;br /&gt;make it hard to see,&lt;br /&gt;and when it rains you try to blame&lt;br /&gt;our foreign policy.&lt;br /&gt;But every time I tried to change the world&lt;br /&gt;the world changed me.&lt;br /&gt;That’s maybe why you and I&lt;br /&gt;see things so differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I see you got a new recruit,&lt;br /&gt;who walks around and hands out fruit,&lt;br /&gt;they say he came to town last week,&lt;br /&gt;and uses words like ‘magnifique’&lt;br /&gt;as he brags about his thrift shop suit,&lt;br /&gt;it cost ten bucks and looks real cute&lt;br /&gt;when he wears it with a paisley tie,&lt;br /&gt;but he won’t say a word when I walk by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your family went in debt,&lt;br /&gt;you lit up a cigarette,&lt;br /&gt;and said, “I hope these&lt;br /&gt;are worth more than prevention.”&lt;br /&gt;The cure you seek is hard to find,&lt;br /&gt;when you can’t seem to leave your mind,&lt;br /&gt;but I can’t believe&lt;br /&gt;you’re not aware of all this tension.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand the eyes that hide &lt;br /&gt;your quiet aggression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2:&lt;br /&gt;When you passed me and I looked back&lt;br /&gt;I thought I caught the slightest grin,&lt;br /&gt;and every time your lips crack&lt;br /&gt;you act like you’ve confessed a sin,&lt;br /&gt;and then you ask me for a take-back,&lt;br /&gt;but tell me where does all this end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand the eyes that hide&lt;br /&gt;your quiet aggression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749529374248013644-1060576690949402199?l=spraypaintsonglyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spraypaintsonglyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/1060576690949402199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=749529374248013644&amp;postID=1060576690949402199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/749529374248013644/posts/default/1060576690949402199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/749529374248013644/posts/default/1060576690949402199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spraypaintsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2008/11/quiet-aggression.html' title='Quiet Aggression'/><author><name>Lqoau</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W2t_Gjusb1c/TWJ9aY28JZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DzqT2aa6sZE/s220/DSCF7647.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749529374248013644.post-6063079585792201948</id><published>2008-11-29T12:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:55:39.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Garbage Day</title><content type='html'>I’m trapped beneath the heavy skies,&lt;br /&gt;and my memories are laced with flies,&lt;br /&gt;everything keeps piling up,&lt;br /&gt;and garbage bags are not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mounds I make as I grow old,&lt;br /&gt;becomes to much for me to hold,&lt;br /&gt;the help I’ve sought has come too late,&lt;br /&gt;and my body can’t stand the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing to say about today,&lt;br /&gt;the ground is wet and the sky is gray,&lt;br /&gt;and I can’t wait for garbage day&lt;br /&gt;to come haul all this trash away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kept my victories close by,&lt;br /&gt;and never left a piece behind,&lt;br /&gt;but in the end they’re all just crumbs&lt;br /&gt;of a war that can’t be won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t have the strength to fight&lt;br /&gt;the shadows through another night,&lt;br /&gt;the hours crash without a sound,&lt;br /&gt;and all my medals just hold me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus2:&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing to say about today,&lt;br /&gt;the sky is wet and the ground is gray,&lt;br /&gt;and I can’t wait for garbage day&lt;br /&gt;to come haul all this trash away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose with every piece I gain,&lt;br /&gt;the moments never feel the same,&lt;br /&gt;the world is destined for decay,&lt;br /&gt;and garbage men can’t save the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus Repeat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/749529374248013644-6063079585792201948?l=spraypaintsonglyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spraypaintsonglyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/6063079585792201948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=749529374248013644&amp;postID=6063079585792201948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/749529374248013644/posts/default/6063079585792201948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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