bread & water

Drove through California, found my home
I kissed the best looking woman I have ever known.
It was a quiet revolution in my head;
I fell for eight or fifteen girls, cause I had water but they had bread.

But no one loves me just like you.

Spent three nights on a beach and stole some rum
I was difficult and rude, but I sure as hell was fun.
But I know myself when I hit bottom, I laid there for a year
Lost my head and lost my other, got it back but shit was weird.

Still no one loved me just like you.

I got my bread & water.
I got my bread & water.
Thank God for bread & water.

i know a lot of crazy girls

i've met a lot of good looking women
i gave them all the time of day
i'd say a handful are my good friends
(but i know a few who want me dead)

one of them told me she was sober
but all of them really liked my mom
but my mom was smart & my mom, she told me
"son, you know a lot of crazy girls."

for a friend

i've been thinking about a friend
hoping you're alright
it's not your job that makes us friends
more than it's the girls that made us guys

remember when we found out together
that's it's not all about being right.
and remember when we held it together
on our two feet in the middle of the night.

i've been talking to myself
hoping that's alright
cause it's not plans that make us change
it's probably something existential in our minds

because it's never been about all the women
who shook our hands as friends and gave us wives
i think feuerbach would probably say about us
experience and progress saved our lives!

easy does it.

complicated

growing up but staying young (sleeping in and having fun)
making plans to stay in love, but moving around just because

waking up to better days. spending the summer in a haze.
making noise for you-know-who, thinking about my baby loux.

it's getting a little complicated
and maybe i was never alone
all i know is it's getting a little complicated
you gotta hang loose, hang loose
cause maybe we're home

friday

i met a guy. he was riding his bike, but he wanted to fight. i told him "shut up and skate! cause man, there's just no way that i desire to fight a guy like you on a bike." man there's just no way.

i just saw jason beggs. we used to be best friends (that's what i called all my friends, but that was back in 8th grade. that's when i called jason beggs, and i called all of my friends - i called them all my best friends. but that was back in the day). that was back in the day.

i watched some mexican guys, they're playing handball outside with a beer and a light. it must be friday again. that's right, cause friday is when they play their handball outside with a beer and a light, all the mexican guys. all the mexican guys with a beer and a light.

sleeping over

ashes to ashes & dust to dust
we shall return to the sea
dust it will settle, and then all will see!
(if death is ready for me)

and if i am wanted in heaven or hell
either way, i will be free.

new year

it's been twelve long months with girls and beer and war
we all fell in love with tattoos and San Francisco.
we kept waking up with more weight upon our shoulders
(we found out soon enough that's what it's like to get older)

it's been one great night! my brother kissed a girl.
we took photographs like it was the end of the world.
every one of us saw our faces in a stranger, cause every one of us was realistic of the future.

it's been too damn cold for a night in the golden city
but i stayed bundled up cause i knew i had it in me.
(and i gave up my coat cause i had thrills to keep me warm)
(and i gave up my ghost cause i knew i had been reborn)
----------------------------------
and there were fireworks yes there were fireworks
(so loud)
and they were red and white cause it was midnight
(so loud)
and they were all around my friends were all around
(so loud)
it was another year i felt a little weird.



i'm not ready for a new year.
but i am running towards the new year.

west coast

i fall asleep on my back, half-consciously intact
but i'll sing all things must pass when i'm able
when i'm able

and i stumble in my fright and it's cancer on my mind
but if i'm peaceful when i die, get my good side
get my good side

R.C.E and I go out.
"Is this The Planets?" he shouts.
we are pure and we are loud on the west coast
on the west coast

we are howling through our sides
a brief history of time.
and bombastic weekend nights with my best friends

when i'm with my best friends.

all our friends in different clothes

still hang out on the weekends. these night are very long
(and nothing ever was this easy)
we are trying to stay young.
like that time we went to uptown, cause you knew i'd drive you home.
and then we hung out all last summer
with all our friends in different clothes.

still riding our bikes like it was 2002
and i dont know who i am
and i told you i liked blonde hair
but not for all the love in the world.

now we're people watching people
with bigger hands and no reward
but still fucking around like it was 2002
and i dont know who i am

but we've got sweat on our foreheads
talk in the bedroom
long-lasting goodbyes in the cold
and we've got our hands in our pockets
eyes on the rebound
doubts with religion and ourselves.