Alexisonfire - Alexisonfire lyrics
- .44 Caliber Love Letter
- Counterparts And Number Them
- Adelleda
- A Dagger Through The Heart Of St. Angeles
- Polaroids Of Polar Bears
- Waterwings (And Other Pool Side Fashion Faux Pas)
- Where No One Knows
- The Kennedy Curse
- Jubella
- Little Girls Pointing And Laughing
- Pulmonary Archery
.44 Caliber Love Letter
Sifting through weathered photo albums
(Does it make a difference?)
Looking for gloriously aged polaroids
(This is the way it is)
(You think it really would make a difference? Would I hang on the beach in perfect black and hide?)
Of places you've never been.
(I broke through this hollow shell that once held me so tight I couldn't breathe)
A place to accept you don't exist
(Come with me, jump off the edge)
"Smile for the camera sweetheart. I really wanna immortalize the moment."
Just remember the first step in forgetting
Is destroying all the evidence.
With friends like you,
Who needs subtext?
Sub. Text. Sub. Text.
This is a .44 caliber love letter straight from my heart.
With a gun, make your shot.
Let's hope for better shit.
(Straight {straight!} from {from!} my {my!} heart {heart!})
That reason for separation.
(Straight {straight!} from {from!} my {my!} heart {heart!})
Straight from... my... heart.
Christened by your bullet.
I'm losing patience.
Well I guess...
It's my own fault.
Don't remember.
Don't remember.
Don't... remember.
Don't!
Counterparts And Number Them
Jennifer,
they lied to you when they said you couldn't breath underwater.
(So here it is, the end is near...
Never would've thought that I'd be something you'd so easily discard)
I lied to when I said I was hard,
(Now I see it all so clear)
because I'm softer then a thrift store sweater
(So it seems that when you turned away...you left...a scar....)
And twice as worn in
I was cast away once but I will be found again.
this I promise you.
Adelleda
this is really only all we have:
day time, twilight, pitch black, night light
You had the coldest eyes and the softest touch:
day time, twilight, pitch black, night light
These typed letters, beneath me
Fuck with these buttons and knobs
long enough and maybe
things will turn out fine
Hide behind your crystal screen
and blow kisses at me
Remember what we said wouldn't happen?
Write your name on my chest in kerosene
Spark a match and
you will never be cold again
this is really only all we have:
day time, twilight, pitch black, night light
You had the coldest eyes and the softest touch:
day time, twilight, pitch black, night light.
Gag and destroy me bay-bee
I have a large collection of thunder
that I stole from your window
A Dagger Through The Heart Of St. Angeles
Plaid skirts that hide scars walk in single file.
Ties that restrict blood to the brain.
Passing notes in Math class. Freedom wear your scars of desire!
It's a coming of age story. Freedom wear your scars of desire!
Conflicting impulses. Freedom wear your scars of desire!
Cuts seem to bend the sky. I've read this book before.
Anxious eyes stare out of warped glass waiting for the three o'clock bell.
I'm trying hard to forget that cold October day,
When love challenged freedom to a fist fight, freedom looked victorious
But no one was prepared for what would happen on that baseball diamond
When love reached beneath her plaid jumper, pulled out a switchblade and drove it...
Directly through the heart of St. Angeles.
(So you say you're scaring me...)
Any notion of self government was left bleeding on the pitchers mound.
(And you won't be there to catch me...)
Polaroids Of Polar Bears
Raped by my childhood?
What the hell do I know about rape anyway?
Well, I guess it's fun to pretend.
Sorry.
Just a thought that occurred when I wasn't quite awake enough
To dismiss it.
It's easy.
(You always used to stay within arms reach.)
To cheapen an event.
(Now it seems I'm all by myself)
By pretending it happened.
Only by pretending it happened.
(Save my life.)
Life.
(My life was taken tonight.)
My life.
(My life was ended tonight.)
My life.
Boring cliched self-destruction.
I think I should start doing aerobics.
And the rest...
Boxes of cats,
People with Taz tattoos,
Explosive personalities,
Self-centeredness,
Protractor from your new geometry set,
Inability to do math,
Geography.
Polaroids
(Tonight)
Of polar bears.
(Tonight)
Polaroids
(My life)
Of polar bears.
Polaroids...
Waterwings (And Other Pool Side Fashion Faux Pas)
You always had the blondest hair.
Chlorine stripped your skin pigment.
The cash was worth the fucking change.
At the pool from open to close.
Rake the bottom for loose change.
A job that paid for the luxury.
(The image still hurts my eyes)
But it probably lead to his divorce.
(White chlorine burns so bright)
It's probably the reason why his son hates him
(Sometimes I fear the night. When addiction became surprise)
Now your blood is so toxic
So toxic with chlorine that you only have 3 months left to live.
(Red stained eyes. Red stained eyes)
Was the, the change worth it?
(Red!)
Was the
(Stained!)
Divorce
(Eyes!)
Worth it?
(Red!)
Now you will
(Stained!)
Never
(Eyes!)
See your son again
(RED!)
Red!
Where No One Knows
Side-stepped land mines
And working-class attitudes.
Let's go.
This is a love song.
Deal with it. Deal with it. Deal with... it.
(And I will)
I will
(Beat my fist against my chest)
My chest, against my chest
(If only to prevent my heart from beating for you)
Beating... for you, for you.
(This new season brings with it songs of hope)
Songs of hope!
(You can't leave me waist-high wading all alone)
Things
(I know there is somewhere I can go)
I don't understand are the most interesting
(Where no one knows)
Like zero, and eraserhead.
(My name)
(And I still)
I still
(Remember the sound of your voice)
Sound of, of your voice
(Do you think I would call just to hear you breathe?)
Hear you breathe.
(Just to hear you breathe)
Sometimes it's just about feeling good.
John Cusack. Pop punk.
The Kennedy Curse
Take this blood from my veins
and paint me a masterpiece that tells the story of a parade.
Kill their leader and watch his family die.
The last man standing is a joke in spite of the glorious head shots and 8x10�s.
The name does not live on.
(thats all you get fuckers)
Jubella
You had such grace in the end.
(You had such grace...)
I wish I could remember what colour your eyes were
(I wish I could remember....your eyes were...)
but every time I looked at you my mind went blank.
You had the best damn Sunday dress at the end of the world.
(Jubella...you claimed to be the one...who would bring down the stars
But as of yet I've seen nothing)
The wall of flames that consumed you and everything that was good,
"not with a band but a whimper."
What would you do?
Arms spread welcoming the impending nothing.
You had such grace in the end.
(You had such grace...)
I wish I could remember what colour your eyes were
(In the end....In the end...)
but every time I looked at you my mind went blank.
The wall of flames that consumed you and everything that was good,
"not with a band but a whimper."
What would you do?
Arms spread welcoming the impending nothing.
Little Girls Pointing And Laughing
I still can remember what you did
Your eyes full of discomfort, bare foot in a public washroom
Spill on me your nostalgia like warm water
And cataracts that that fell behind self conscious eyes
Hurt so good through ivory rain and cut throat soap box derby racers
I want you to ruin me.
Pulmonary Archery
It's never too late to be early or to try
and maintain some scrap of integrity and certainty I guess.
But I wont apologize and 1977 was a long time ago.
(My fingers...are blistered...and bleeding...)
I dont care how things were I wont apologize.
Fuck you.
The Alamo has been penetrated
and there is little hope for the white man
so hop on your rainbow and ride it into oblivion.
(My fingers...are blistered...and bleeding...)
For all I care you can be early or late, what ever.
(There's no longer...discomfort...that you brought...)