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VERSURI FAR
| Far - All Go Down |
| Too much time spent
thinking of ways to die.
Sticky liquid filters shield our eyes
from the sun
I'll try to be more
open in my hope for our time
Blur the lines dividing what is ours
and what is mine |
| Far - Boring Life |
| You're like kissing lipstick.
You're pasty, warm, and dry.
You're boring.
You bore me.
You're such a boring guy.
At first I kind of liked it..
The way it oozed out of your mouth..
Then there was mor |
| Far - Bury White |
| To resurrect ourselves, we disembowel our saints
We never underestimate the destructive power of
change
We find another way
We dream up stupid shit to while away our days
There's time for everything
W |
| Far - Celebrate Her |
| There is a love,
Doesn't flower,
Doesn't die,
Doesn't follow,
Doesn't try,
Doesn't worry,
Doesn't cry.
Bare in her innocence.
Bare in her mystery
She knows me
I know this
I know nothing.
I know |
| Far - CutOut |
| You're one of a kind,
Smooth and sublime,
A hella cool dude,
A wonderful guy.
So what is it like
To be liked,
To be right,
All of the time?
And every time I wander by,
The plastic of smiles,
The |
| Far - Girl |
| I am not to blame
I was a little girl
I am still ashamed in a way
But you never said
You were just a little girl
You can always call my name
All for love
So you said
Out of love
So I fell
Things |
| Far - I Like It |
| I heard about your last words and I can't say
I'm sorry you really should've seen my face, for
the first time in a long time I was really happy
I like it
I understand
I like it
For the first of May
F |
| Far - Love, American Style |
| I know you, she said, You're that guy from my TV!
You're that guy who killed all those kids!
We got off to a pretty good start.
Oh, boy, look what we've won!
Ohboyohboyohboyohboy!
Love, American Style |
| Far - Man Overboard |
| 'Open Areas' was the name of the book he never
wrote...
We paved the roads
We really blanketed everything
We never...
He tried the West
He really studied the signs
He never...
Man overboard! |
| Far - Media |
| They are bitter little people
The are gonna scream a bit
The image of a little troublemaker
Animal lunatic
Maybe we can stick'em with it
Choke'em in solutions
Lick a bloody puddle off of faces
that |
| Far - Mother Mary |
| Like Elvis, like everyone
We all die, we all live on in photos
and paperbacks, if we're lucky
we're coming back
Mother Mary over, over
Mother Mary over over me
We notice
We understand
We throw out |
| Far - Nestle |
| And he always wrote
And he always called
And he never lied
'cause he never said anything at all
In a world of dirt I am raining,
I'm eroding
But which one of us?
In a chorus of maybes, I realize...
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| Far - Punchdrunk |
| It wore him down
His head was hanging sideways,
His lids were slits.
This happened almost nightly now.
He raised the glove
And waited for another round.
He waited for the bell to ring,
He prayed the |
| Far - Quick |
| You had enough yet?
Your wish came true today
Robbed on crosses, studied stars
Wished to be somewhere better
Then where you were
Well here you are. Are you happy?
Had enough? I tried, I swear
It was |
| Far - Seasick |
| Believe this
As you convalesce:
I'm seasick.
I'm bleeding from open sores.
Four days ago, you said soon
That we'd hit shore...
And finally, we've found this land.
For all the gifts the people give,
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| Far - Sister |
| My sister always wanted.
I always wondered what.
Thought I asked too often.
How much is never enough?
My sister used to tell me.
I used to understand.
With words & smile & little whispers.
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