Bear paws and rascal power
Watching us in your garage
Big girl you ate the neighbor
The nova is over
Wake up and play
Balleradio
Make room for clara's bare feet
The love of a martian

Tick tock and waiting for the meteor
This clock is opening another door

Lots of love: just keep it comin'
I was making something out of nothin'
These are the prayers that I-
I don't know how to say
"Look what I loved today"
These are the best that I-
Lots of love just keep it comin'
Making something out of nothin'
These are the best brews that I
I don't know what to say
"Look at what I lost today"
And these are the things that I...

Blood flowers in the kitchen
Signing off and winding down
This martain ends her mission
The nova is over
She caught the ball
By the mission bell
Chase lizards bark at donkeys
The love of a martian

Let's bow our heads
And let the trumpets blow
Our girl is gone
God bless her little soul

(She's got sword in case
Though this is not her lord in case
The one who can't afford to face
Her images restored to grace.

Disappeared.
No trace.
Musky tears.
Suitcase.

The down turn brave
Little burncub bearcareless turnip snare
Rampages, pitch color pages...
Down and out, but not in Vegas.
Disembarks and disengages.
No loft.

Sweet pink canary cages plummet pop dewskin fortitude
For the sniffing black noses that snort and allude
To dangling trinkets that mimic the dirt cough-- go drink it.
It's for you.

Blue battered naval town slip kisses delivered by duck
Muscles and bottlenosed grifters arrive in time to catch the late show.
It's a beehive barrel race.
A shehive stare and chase wasted feature who tried and failed to reach her.
Embossed beneath a box in the closet that's lost.
The kind that you find when you mind your own mysteries.
Shift sister to the quickness before it blisters into the newmorning milk blanket.
Your ilk is funny to the turnstyle touch bunny whose bouquet set a course for bloom without decay.
Get your broom and sweep the echoes of yesternight's fallen freckles... <a href="http://surehappyitsthursday.rpgmmag.com/Music/14%20Death%20of%20a%20Martian.wma">Away</a>)

yeah, that'd be my favourite song on the album.

though its 'shiv sister', i suspect. a shiv being a kind of knife, or something. But yeah, im sure thats right, so if you lifted them from a lyrics site you might want to use a different one next time ^^

sad, aren't i?

Yeah, lyrics site.

I had to correct a multitude of errors, and after awhile I just ceased to care and hit submit.

But yeah, a shiv is just a slang term used for a knife, or something like a sharp weapon. Mostly a prison phrase, I believe.

I'd say it was my favourite if I was mentally capable of selecting a favourite about things.
Variances, but for the most part I love
Death of a Martian
Snow ((Hey oh))
Wet Sand
Strip My Mind
She looks to Me
and Hard To Concentrate pretty well equally.
Brilliant album.

hmm. for the first two i'd agree, but then i'd put in desecration smile. even if it sounds almost exactly like Dosed.

don't think its a bad thing, though.

also, its good to cya around here. Rare, too

Far from a bad thing, even.

And I manage to climb to you all's level on occasion, but being surrounded by such immense perfection is a bit depressing.