Sage Francis Threewrite (Non-Prophets) Lyrics

Sickly Business Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 The Masters are Back (Non-Prophets)
  • 2 The Failure Disc 2 #6 (Bernard Dolan)
  • 3 Love, Love, Love (Non-Prophets)
  • 4 Stuck
  • 5 Garden Gnomes
  • 6 Killing Time (live on 90.3 WRIU)
  • 7 Alternatives to College
  • 8 Souvenier (Non-Prophets)
  • 9 Threewrite (Non-Prophets)
  • 10 Tree of Knowledge
  • 11 1996 Verse (live on 90.3 WRIU)
  • 12 Doomage
  • 13 My Girl Was a Groupie (Joe Beats)
  • 14 Lost Verse of the Mainstream (Non-Prophets)
  • 15 My Head
  • 16 Worlds of After Verse (live on 90.3 WRIU)
  • 17 Jesus in a Bowl of Germs (Jared Paul)
  • 18 Kiddie Litter
  • 19 Killing Muslims (George McKibbens)
  • 20 Sandpaper Gloves (AOI)
  • 21 1995 Medley
  • 22 Underbite Ben (live in Sioux Falls)
  • This is to the (uh-uh) intertwined souls
    the hands I've been trying to hold
    This is to the (uh-uh) love that I lost
    and all the troubling thoughts of how I got double-crossed
    and this is to the (uh-uh) divorce I was forced to settle with
    and the remorse I fought off with metal fists
    and this is to the (uh-uh) wet, watery kiss I left you with
    on your porch as I watched your trembling lips

    This is to the... memory of our early years
    the first girl I shared feelings with
    and it's the realest thing I'd experienced in my short existence
    and I ain't afraid to admit
    cause love is one of the things that doesnt come with an age limit
    now does it? In fact I'ma have to say I'm more keen to feel such things
    hopeless things I'd lost in a smokescreen of meaningless fucking
    Touching without touching, candles in the dark
    casting shadows on our parents battles, this is for the romantics at heart
    It wasn't long before I held you more then my pen
    when I wasn't writing songs, it was something like
    "Forever and always, whenever those songs play..."
    I remember empty hallways
    or your image that descended from the top floor became an echo
    I paid the price for those hard things, and couldn't afford to let go
    From a passive debt, I'm past regret
    Did you know I dreamt about you before we met?
    Remembering our first kiss, and it ain't even happened yet
    Recollecting your set, and I wasn't even given the chance to forget
    I guess that's the magic of it
    Now every rehashed subject's displaying what I wrote
    on cafe napkins to the public
    to get it over and done with, closure hath cometh
    My shoulders are plummeted from holding these buckets
    Hold your laughs till I go back to the tunnels of Paris
    where I wrote half of these paragraphs... but fuck it

    This is to my ten year story, in another decade
    you better be better prepared for me
    in the first four years, you were all ears
    then for the next six, you left me for the next exit
    with depth to my message
    So that began my affair with the world abroad
    Behind the curtain with the other hurtful girls I explored
    Until I became the monster, turning to the words that I record
    Part of me, if you heard it all before
    "I didn't shake you to hurt you"
    when you landed on the floor
    In a room of naked virtues
    I closed my eyes to cancel what I saw
    Your hand made the first move to the handle of the drawer
    where the frail girl couldn't think to live
    "I didn't shake you to hurt you"
    I never planned it before
    I can't shake off your perfume, can't wash my hands no more
    and I'm breaking my curfew, but I can't walk
    I'm standing at the door, I hear the wailing of a little kid
    ...and the failure of innocence
    His compromise eyeing the side of the kitchen sink
    What'you think, I just let you cut you, cut me-- cut the bullshit
    Damn, I love the hugs enough to tolerate
    the way we made each other crazy, making it so tough to operate
    Productively, my self esteem didn't help when I felt ugly
    and I figured that's the reason why you wouldn't trust me
    My ego does bleed, I shouldn't have let you test it
    and let your arms free to follow up with your domestic slip up
    Love is a battlefield so lick your shots quick
    while I lick my wounds and then resume as an obvious target
    Infatuations with the past protect my Purple Heart with
    a faded picture I had in my shirt pocket
    I'm going out with a bang..
    in a blaze of glory holes, the anti-hero
    I don't care how many ways the story's told
    Be careful when these doolies play like drums
    and be careful what you say, because my uzi weighs a tongue..

    This is to the sleepless evenings that I spent next to grave stones
    Hoping someone from beyond would grab my arm and take me home
    I hadn't accepted I'd have to make it alone
    after feeding everything I had into a payphone
    and this is to the rain..
    I felt like it was made of spit
    My parade was an unbreakable chain of Gabe's trumpets
    Save the buckets even though they weighed down my walking
    You don't know the height of the steak you place your fork in
    You look old (that's what you said)
    I feel old (that's what I said)
    I been through a lot since you been gone, dead, born again
    torn to shreads over girls who were porcelain
    the cry-baby dolls, when we were allowed to talk again
    I stopped accepting break-up calls (that ring true)
    I hate the way I fall for everything you do
    Our fate is flawed, that's why I make these break-up songs to sing to you
    Music is my only psychiatric drug
    And you're a pill in human form I'd like to hide under my tongue
    Kiss the foot that couldn't fit into the slipper of my mouth
    The denizen in your house begging for the benifit of your doubts
    When I got kicked out, I played the faithful puppy dog
    Loyal to the love alost, sitting at your fucking door in utter disbelief
    I sucked all of the skin off of my teeth
    you pulled away, you let me choke on your invisible leash
    You can find me hiding these screams behind my eyelids
    She blinded me (she blinded me) with science..
    So my air-mail lips blew her a fairwell kiss
    Slinking over the sink, where all the hair gel drips
    Stairwells dip deep into her mouth where I found a cycle
    and ever since then, I've been on a downward spiral
    this round is final, it's time to recover
    because it's a porch that some dogs choose to die under
    the first song was a breakdown, I apologize in round two
    this version of certain, this shit ain't even about you
    It's the threewrite..

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