I’m so stripped down and naked
Feed me with change
Love me numb
So I can heal your pain
Make me wake up early
I’ll drive home so far away
Skip school and sleep in my car
Turn on the heat and melt the snow away

Is there still time for love
Love.
I’ll forgive and forget
I wont regret a thing
But my pride and anger
It’s a danger to myself

Now I’m looking out the front door window
To my teen hood house of chains
Seems like everyone’s pretending to know the key
To something for somewhere
They’ve never been
In this road never ending
I’m ending this with you
Let’s go there
Still time for me and you…

Mom’s in the hospital
She’s sick and under nourished
But anything is possible
She says violets always flourish
Fathers so afraid
Of the child inside he’s lost
So how much will he pay
For all the pain he caused
I saw him smiling, laughing
Betrayed and so lost but I found, let’s celebrate it
No matter what it costs

We don’t have to wait
Now’s never too late
Now is forever
And we are always free

From: “House of Chains” by Future Leaders of the World, LVL IV (track #8), 2004

Note: Don’t worry, nothing to do with my life, just lyrics to share.

Let it slide
Overhead
When I believe in you
My soul can rest

But our love
It’s really love
It never fades
But fade it does

When we shine
Like the sun
You seem the only one
My only friend

So pretty in white
Pretty when you’re faithful
So pretty in white
Pretty when you’re faithful
When you’re faithful

I resigned
From myself
Took a break
Was someone else

It’s like I’ve come undone
And I’ve only just become
Inflatable for you

I don’t mind
Most of the time
But you push me so
Far inside

Gavin Rossdale, Bush

Ambling madly all over the town
The call to arms you likened to a whisper
I likened to a radio
You were a brick bat, a bowery tuff, so rough
They called you from a cartoon
Pulled out of your pantaloons

But You
My brother in arms
I’d rather I’d lose my limbs
Than let you come to harm

But You
My bombazine doll
The bullets may singe your skin
And the mortars may fall

But I
I never felt so much life
Than tonight
Huddled in the trenches
Gazing on the battle field
Our rifles blaze away
We blaze away

– The Decemberists, “The Soldiering Life”