Beach House....In your heart of chambers, Where you sit, With your picture books....

And your ancient wit, In that nook I found you, So old and tired, Would you be the one to carry me? I'd like to be someone, You could finally learn to love again, Made our iron bed side, Cold as graves, So we stoke the organs, That may comfort grace And they conjured spirits, To make you smile, Would you be my long time baby? I'd like to be someone, You could finally learn to, Breathe, At our sides, Let's take the time, To mend these smiles, To get them, Could make it home, Love is surprises, Live our own lives, In our beds we're the lucky ones, Filled with the sun, In our beds we're the lucky ones, Fill us with the sun....

No Age....Every Artist Needs A Tragedy....

Every act is staring us so white, I feel tough but it's not every night, She's not home yet it's 2 o'clock, oh why, I better watch this guy, watch his eyes, I don't feel right because I feel down, when I catch you upside-down, You go "When I'm right, when I'm right tonight....

The Adicts.... Into the Dungeon with evil men, the people has risen we're free again....

Come out of the closet, Come out of the hole, Come out of the woodwork, Come into the fold, Rebels and fighters, a license to kill, Unite with the bandits down from the hills, Open your windows, Open your doors, Open your minds, To a freedom of thought, Viva la revoloution, Viva la revoloution, Viva la revoloution, Viva la revoloution, Raise our voices, raise our flag, Smash the symbols of the life never had, Long live the symbols, Long live the scheme, Long live our hopes, Long live the dream, Dance in the streets at the carnival, Celebrate the victory now, Drink the wine from the rich man's cask, This revolution won't be the last....