Laulunsanoja:
Memory Tapes

I'm in love with you, little sister We ride home in the night While under our feet, the rain paints the street with the stars Passing cars with light

I'll be your lover I'll be your friend I'll be a part of the illusion that let you on and took you away but I'm forgetting all the lies All that you want

My God, I can't see how we are in love What is this fate? All the time that I believed that I would be lost If I were alone Hold it now, hold it now

ya need work Stand by the grand high exhaulted At your door with a portrait of the raw shit Picture that while I spit anthrax On your cd, tape, and wax

up a guy holding a sign that said, "Twine ball or bust" He smelled real bad and he said his name was Bernie I put in a Slim Whitman tape, my wife put

's no grave to visit no tombstone to look at You were in the NY Times obituary There's no record no tape no book no movie Some photographs and some memories

home Too messed up to perform this Can't you see, I'll only miss you now, your memories, yeah [Incomprehensible] get washed to the seas Feedin' tape

heart And I don't feel the need to go on I was happier singing along the way I had things, I need to say But now it's like a swallowed tape That holds

panels Every porch got an old man picking on them teeth with a switchblade Cut your hand hopping the barbed wire fence You fix that motherfucker up with some grip tape