gin & malicious intent.

so, kevin devine is playing in bristol in a couple of weeks.

and i REALLY want to see him but i’m supposed to be in london that weekend.  also if i got to meet him, i’d have met all of the magic trifecta (jesse lacey of brand new, andy hull of manchester orchestra, and kevin devine) all within 6 months. which would be fucking awesome. BUT. i promised my london peeps i’d be there so i’ll have to follow through. i’ll see kevin another time!

this ain’t the dakota and the water’s cold, we won’t have to fight for long.

this is the end.

this story’s old but it goes on and on until we disappear.

call me and let me taste the salt you breathe while you were underneath.

i am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea.

i spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean.

i know that this is what you want.

a funeral keeps both of us apart.

you know that you are not alone.

i need you like water in my lungs.

this story’s old but it goes on and on until we disappear.

call me and let me taste the salt you breathe while you are underneath.

i am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea.

i spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean.

i know that this is what you want.

a funeral keeps both of us apart.

you know that you are not alone.

i need you like water in my lungs.

this is the end.

We prey as wolves among the sheep and slit the necks of soldiers while they sleep.

& the coastline is quiet while we’re quietly losing control

spring keeps you ever close, you are second-hand smoke.

He whispers that he loves her but she’s probably only looking for sssss-so much more than he could ever give.

with one or two, i get used to the room. we go slow when we first make our moves. by five or six, bring you out to the car. number nine with my head on the bar.

and it’s sad, but true. out of cash and IOUs.

i’ve got desperate desires and unadmirable plans. my tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent. bring you back to the bar, get you out of the cold. a sober, straight face gets you out of your clothes. and they’re scared that we know all the crimes they’ll commit, who they’ll kiss before they get home.

i will lie awake, lie for fun and fake the way i hold you as you fall for every empty word i say.

barely conscious in the door where you stand, your eyes are fighting sleep as your mouth makes your demands. you laugh at every word, trying hard to be cute. i almost feel sorry for what i’m going to do.

and your hair smells of smoke. who will cast the first stone? you can sin or spend the night all alone.

brass buttons on your coat hold the cold in the shape of a heart that they cut out of stone. you’re using all your looks that you’ve thrown from the start. if you let me have my way, i swear i’ll tear you apart.

‘cause it’s all you can be. you’re a drunk and you’re scared. it’s ladies’ night, all the girls drink for free.

i will lie awake, lie for fun and fake the way i hold you, let you fall for every empty word i say.