hi. i love this song. if you can, please help me edit the lyrics. i bolded words that i'm unsure about. thanks.
http://www.wingedleopard.net/lucas/music/sage_threewrite.mp3
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this is to the.. intertwined souls, the hands i've been tryin' to hold
and this is to the.. love that i lost and all the troubling thoughts of how i got double crossed
and this is to the.. divorce i was forced to settle with and the remorse i fought off with metal fists
and this is to the.. wet watery kiss i left you with on your porch while i watched your trembling lips
this is to the.. memory of our early years, the first girl i shared feelings with, and it's the realest thing i'd experienced since my short existence i ain't afraid to admit, 'cause love is one of the things that doesn't come with an age limit, now does it?
in fact i'm apt to say we're more keen to feel such things, hopeful dreams i’ve lost in a smokescreen of meaningless fucking, touching without touching, candles in the dark, casting shadows on our parents' battles, this is for the romantics at heart.
it wasn't too long before i held you more than my pen when i wasn't writing songs that went something like, forever and always, whenever those songs play, i remember empty hallways, where your image had descended from the top floor became an echo, paid the price for those hauntings, i couldn't afford to let go from a passive debt and past regret, did you know i dreamt about you before we met?
remembering our first kiss, and it hadn't even happened yet, recollecting your scent and wasn't given a chance to forget, i guess that's the magic of it, now i've rehashed subjects displaying what i wrote on café napkins to the public, to get it over and done with, closure hath cometh, my shoulders have plummeted from holding these buckets, hold your laughs 'til i go back to the tunnels of paris where i wrote half of these paragraphs, but fuck it.
this is to my ten year story, in another decade you better be better prepared for me
the first four years you were all ears, then the next six you left me for the next ex and went deaf to my message
so that began my affair with the world abroad, behind the curtain with the other hurtful girls i explored
'til i became the monster, turned into the words that i record
pardon me if you heard it all before
i didn't shake you to hurt you
when you landed on the floor, in a room of naked virtue, i close my eyes to cancel what i saw
you hand me the first move to the handle of the drawer where the frail girl couldn't think to live
i didn't shake you to hurt you
i never planned it before, can't shake off your perfume, can't wash my hands no more
and i'm breakin my curfew, but i can't walk, i'm standin' at the door
i hear the wailing of a little kid, and the failure of innocence
is compromised, eyeing the side of the kitchen sink, what you think, i just let you cut you cut me cut the bullshit
damn, i love the hugs enough to tolerate the way we made each other crazy making it so tough to operate productively
my self esteem didn't help when i felt ugly, and i figured that's the reason why you wouldn't touch me
my ego does bleed, i should have let you test it
and let your arms free to follow through with your domestic slip-up
love is a battle field so lick your shots quick
while i lick my wounds and then resume as an obvious target
infatuations with the past protect my purple heart with a faded picture i had in my shirt pocket
i'm goin out with a bang, in a blaze of glory holes
the anti-hero, and i don't care how many ways this story's told
be careful when these doolies play like drums
and watch what you foolishly say, because my uzi weighs a ton
it's to the sleepless evenings that i spent next to gravestones
hoping someone from beyond would grab my arm and take me home
i half accepted i'd have to make it alone after feeding everything i had into a payphone
and this it to the rain
that felt like it was made of spit
my parade was an unbreakable chain of gabe's trumpets
save the buckets even though they weigh down my walking
you don't know the height of the steak you placed your fork in
you look old (that's what you said)
i feel old (that's what i said)
been through a lot since you been gone, dead, born again, torn to shreds over girls who are porcelain
the cry baby dolls
when we're allowed to talk again i stopped accepting wake-up calls (that ring true)
i hate the way i fall for everything you do
our fate is flawed that's why i make these break-up songs to sing to you
music's my only psychiatric drug, and you're a pill in human form i'd like to hide under my tongue
kiss the foot that couldn't fit into the slipper of my mouth
the denizen in your house, begging for the benefit of your doubts
when i got kicked out, i played the faithful puppydog
loyal to the love lost, sitting by your fucking door in utter disbelief
i sucked all of the skin off of my teeth, you pulled away, and let me choke on your invisible leash
you can find me hiding these screams behind my eyelids
she blinded me, with silence
so my airmail lips blew her a farewell kiss
slinking over the sink, where all the hair gel drips
stairwells dip deep into her mouth where i found a cycle
and ever since then i've been on a downward spiral
this round is final, it's time to recover
'cause it's a porch that some dogs choose to die under
the first song was a break down
i apologize in round two
this version i'm certain this shit ain't even about you
it's the threewrite
http://www.wingedleopard.net/lucas/music/sage_threewrite.mp3
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this is to the.. intertwined souls, the hands i've been tryin' to hold
and this is to the.. love that i lost and all the troubling thoughts of how i got double crossed
and this is to the.. divorce i was forced to settle with and the remorse i fought off with metal fists
and this is to the.. wet watery kiss i left you with on your porch while i watched your trembling lips
this is to the.. memory of our early years, the first girl i shared feelings with, and it's the realest thing i'd experienced since my short existence i ain't afraid to admit, 'cause love is one of the things that doesn't come with an age limit, now does it?
in fact i'm apt to say we're more keen to feel such things, hopeful dreams i’ve lost in a smokescreen of meaningless fucking, touching without touching, candles in the dark, casting shadows on our parents' battles, this is for the romantics at heart.
it wasn't too long before i held you more than my pen when i wasn't writing songs that went something like, forever and always, whenever those songs play, i remember empty hallways, where your image had descended from the top floor became an echo, paid the price for those hauntings, i couldn't afford to let go from a passive debt and past regret, did you know i dreamt about you before we met?
remembering our first kiss, and it hadn't even happened yet, recollecting your scent and wasn't given a chance to forget, i guess that's the magic of it, now i've rehashed subjects displaying what i wrote on café napkins to the public, to get it over and done with, closure hath cometh, my shoulders have plummeted from holding these buckets, hold your laughs 'til i go back to the tunnels of paris where i wrote half of these paragraphs, but fuck it.
this is to my ten year story, in another decade you better be better prepared for me
the first four years you were all ears, then the next six you left me for the next ex and went deaf to my message
so that began my affair with the world abroad, behind the curtain with the other hurtful girls i explored
'til i became the monster, turned into the words that i record
pardon me if you heard it all before
i didn't shake you to hurt you
when you landed on the floor, in a room of naked virtue, i close my eyes to cancel what i saw
you hand me the first move to the handle of the drawer where the frail girl couldn't think to live
i didn't shake you to hurt you
i never planned it before, can't shake off your perfume, can't wash my hands no more
and i'm breakin my curfew, but i can't walk, i'm standin' at the door
i hear the wailing of a little kid, and the failure of innocence
is compromised, eyeing the side of the kitchen sink, what you think, i just let you cut you cut me cut the bullshit
damn, i love the hugs enough to tolerate the way we made each other crazy making it so tough to operate productively
my self esteem didn't help when i felt ugly, and i figured that's the reason why you wouldn't touch me
my ego does bleed, i should have let you test it
and let your arms free to follow through with your domestic slip-up
love is a battle field so lick your shots quick
while i lick my wounds and then resume as an obvious target
infatuations with the past protect my purple heart with a faded picture i had in my shirt pocket
i'm goin out with a bang, in a blaze of glory holes
the anti-hero, and i don't care how many ways this story's told
be careful when these doolies play like drums
and watch what you foolishly say, because my uzi weighs a ton
it's to the sleepless evenings that i spent next to gravestones
hoping someone from beyond would grab my arm and take me home
i half accepted i'd have to make it alone after feeding everything i had into a payphone
and this it to the rain
that felt like it was made of spit
my parade was an unbreakable chain of gabe's trumpets
save the buckets even though they weigh down my walking
you don't know the height of the steak you placed your fork in
you look old (that's what you said)
i feel old (that's what i said)
been through a lot since you been gone, dead, born again, torn to shreds over girls who are porcelain
the cry baby dolls
when we're allowed to talk again i stopped accepting wake-up calls (that ring true)
i hate the way i fall for everything you do
our fate is flawed that's why i make these break-up songs to sing to you
music's my only psychiatric drug, and you're a pill in human form i'd like to hide under my tongue
kiss the foot that couldn't fit into the slipper of my mouth
the denizen in your house, begging for the benefit of your doubts
when i got kicked out, i played the faithful puppydog
loyal to the love lost, sitting by your fucking door in utter disbelief
i sucked all of the skin off of my teeth, you pulled away, and let me choke on your invisible leash
you can find me hiding these screams behind my eyelids
she blinded me, with silence
so my airmail lips blew her a farewell kiss
slinking over the sink, where all the hair gel drips
stairwells dip deep into her mouth where i found a cycle
and ever since then i've been on a downward spiral
this round is final, it's time to recover
'cause it's a porch that some dogs choose to die under
the first song was a break down
i apologize in round two
this version i'm certain this shit ain't even about you
it's the threewrite
I think it's all right. I don't know what the doolies thing is about though.
dooley's at the wheel!
hmm, no idea what the doolies thing is but it sounds right.
obviously sage is referring to P.E. in his little uzi thing but i distinctly heard "my uzi weighs a tongue".
sage francis is pretty good, i have personal journals and it's a great album.
obviously sage is referring to P.E. in his little uzi thing but i distinctly heard "my uzi weighs a tongue".
sage francis is pretty good, i have personal journals and it's a great album.