hedonistic chandelier
Channel: Evan Morris
Date: 2012-12-12

This song is brand spanking new. I recorded it so I'd remember how to play it later. It is definitely not perfect but as an Idea, comments and suggestions are incredibly welcome. The lyrics are hard to understand so the are as follows: i am a street light 
you're a tween with a sling shot 
shoot me down 
shoot me down

i spit out dream houses
you're the vandal throwing rocks 
i'm just a target 
that just might deserve it 

so you're swerving 
i'm begging, "Slow down
your body  
drives a head that is absent!"

Sometimes I need that place 
where there is very little light 
a pink room with a 
hedonistic chandelier

Give me back the things that permeated
our shuttle's ascent  
I'll try me best at lent
but my word is a lifelong hailstorm

my corneas are useless
I can't see past my eyelids
every step I take 
leaves you a little more blinded

Trampling navigation
Standing on the cliff
I understand so clearly 
I have no choice but to lift
Do you need a ride?
I could sprout wings 
but there are conditions
I can't see the roads and trees

This is the fall of math 
it's funeral I can't attend
I'd jump into the casket 
fathers deserve a friend 

Does this always happen 
Christmas lights just kill us all 
symphonize the eyes
avoid the den 'til fall

drunk and angry are the stars 
I'm not worthy of a bottle 
Instead I sit back jealous 
chafing hands on the throttle 

I can't tell this is air 
decrepit lungs of mine 
talcum in my alveoli
from horrid fun nights 

Shrinks raising sights 
to do me a favor 
I scream, "Fifty is fine!
where is the elevator?"

I'm swallowing the dinner 
unfit for ex-cons 
Knowing of it's nature 
I could never pass it on











Do you need a ride?
I could sprout wings 
but there are conditions
I can't see the roads and trees

This is the fall of math 
it's funeral I can't attend
I'd jump into the casket 
fathers deserve a friend 

Does this always happen 
Christmas lights just kill us all 
symphonize the eyes
avoid the den 'til fall

drunk and angry are the stars 
I'm not worthy of a bottle 
Instead I sit back jealous 
chafing hands on the throttle 

I can't tell this is air 
decrepit lungs of mine 
talcum in my alveoli
from horrid fun nights 

Shrinks raising sights 
to do me a favor 
I scream, "Fifty is fine!
where is the elevator?"

I'm swallowing the dinner 
unfit for ex-cons 
Knowing of it's nature 
I could never pass it on