Diesel Boy все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Oh, how I wish that you were here with me,
To listen to the stupid song I sing
Adjectives and nouns for all to hear,
Form an oxymoron to your ear.

For every comma and every quote,
Of every word of every sentence that I wrote,

He read every issue of punk planet with a tissue bad reviews of his favorite band made him cry and he could hardly believe that jawbreaker signed to dgc he took it personally that blake had lied when all that he loved was thru what's an emo boy to do with a broken heart and some minor chords inspiration lame on the floor he was just barely sixteen when he started his fanzine he could lay his broken heart out on the page and it got real inspiring when people started writing in he was not alone he was not alone when all his work was done he put on side one boxcar sang him to sleep locked away in an emo dream one foggy night at the bottom of the hill front and center for jets to brazil emo boy met emo girl barrettes in her hair and buddy holly glasses and laminated passes they left the club and went back to his house and fooled around to the new record from modest mouse

it was a sunny summer day of sophomore year derek, marc, and i on highway 55 surfboards on the rack, ate breakfast on the way its days like these that make me glad to be alive surfs a crashing, bronze bodies on the sand this must be heaven where the water meets the land i love these california ways i miss those endless summer days we grabbed our boards and fought the waves to get outside the ocean is so powerful, so crystal blue and white we felt so safe there like the pearl inside the shell its days like these that make the stories i love to tell we watched the tide recede, the sun began to fade the lifeguards left their stand, another perfect day

put me in a rocketship and send me straight to mars i'll bring you back a pocket full of stars shoot me thru the ozone layer somewhere off the charts the world is theirs but the rest of it is ours dream with me the trip is always free take my hand and leave this world for awhile hop aboard my astral plane it should be quite a ride we'll buzz the eiffel tower and the english countryside into the sun I'll dip my wing and fly back four hundred years to give to you a sonnet penned by shakespeare dream with me the trip is always free take my hand and leave this world for awhile

I drive by your house its late
Your silhouette
In the window
I want to stand on
your front lawn
With a radio
Playing our song
Like John Cusack

Eat a bag of shit you suck
I can't believe the luck you have
It's not bestowed upon me
and my pants are falling down

I would have another drink except
It might be poisoned by my mind
and my pants are falling down