worldispretty

by Censor Static

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released 24 February 2009
all music/lyrics (c) censor static 2009

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i am an electro-experimental rock act that tries to blend all the styles that inspire me together in a cohesive and captivating way. i consider myself much more a storyteller than a songwriter, but i've still got a lot to learn about doing either.

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Track Name: For You and For Me
A half-lit cigarette is burning through this mitten,
as I sit and give these songs an undeserved listen.
I touch this brush to the empty sounds,
and I fill them up with colour.

I do my best, to take these lines,
and make them feel familiar.
It's hard to do, to craft one's hate,
when one's heart beats with love.
Even in time and it's infinite space,
you're all that I will dream of.

So with these lines, and introduction,
I've nothing left to add.
The days have gone, but live as songs,
to remind me what I have.

Your face, your room, your door, your home,
your front yard and your city
have proved me wrong, and shown me that this
world can still be pretty.
Track Name: Lay (Touch You)
Beneath the sheets, beneath the house,
Beneath the birds, beneath the clouds,
Beneath the sky, beneath the stars,
Beneath it all, is where we are.

If touching you is like touching god, it's what I want, it's what I want.
It's what I want to do.

Skin on skin. Naked and inseparable.
Bodies warm. Beneath the sheets.
Fingers trace lines and shapes across your back.
It's this I miss.

If touching you is like touching god, let's touch all night, it's what I want.
It's what I want to do.

If fucking you is like fucking god, then sign me up, it's what I want.
It's what I want to do.

Live your hollowed out life, with your hollowed out soul,
in your hollowed out world, inside your hollowed out hole.
Spend your hollowed out nights, at your hollowed out bars,
having your hollowed out sex in your best friend's car.
Have your hollowed out parties, with your hollowed out drinks,
puke your hollowed out guts, into your hollowed out sinks.
In your hollowed out summer, in your hollowed out heat,
with your hollowed people you have yet to meet.

Give your hollowed out heart to your hollowed out boys,
and get your hollowed out pleasure, from your hollowed out toys.
Sell your hollowed out drugs, to the hollowed out kids,
make your hollowed out money, buy your hollowed out things.
For your hollowed out house, fuel your hollowed out sin,
feed the hollowed out person, in that hollowed out skin.
In your hollowed out room, in your hollowed out bed,
have your hollowed out dreams in your hollowed out head.

I'm gonna lay you down, we're gonna both lay down,
we'll take our clothes off and we'll figure out just how this all comes together.
Track Name: Lord, Love This Scene
Cold sheets caught fire,
one hollow winter night.
Dressed as if to inspire,
with flames that burned so bright.

Lord, love this scene,
irony in her finest dress.
Taken at just seventeen,
a crimson hole burned through his chest.

Empty just like his heart,
bled out on the floor.
It's hard to tell this night apart,
from any night we've seen before.

It's too dark in here to see his face.
To see it. To see it glow.
Track Name: Don't Listen to Me
Hands at your sides.
Feet on the floor.
Breathe the air.
You never have before.

Fuck all the people trying to push you down,
toughen up son, grab a gun, take them to town.
The world will hate you for what you've done,
but where there's love, boy, you won't find fun.

Just a lot of bullshit and the lips it's slipping from.
Track Name: Wet Stones
I take steps while you take strides,
take the boots off while we're inside.
The socks and slippers, they slide against -
linoleum's the best defense.
Cause I know you would make a break,
if you just had the chance to take.
And run from me for days on end,
to find yourself a new best friend.

Think about me before you do,
and all the little things I did for you.
I know half didn't count, and the rest were small,
but things are still things if they were there at all.
Confidence isn't my strongest suit,
but I try to wear it nightly just for you.
So excuse this anxious, worried song,
but you're so right and I'm so wrong.