This set of lyrics was written for a music project that didn't get past the conceptual phase. Seeing as that they are the only evidence of a project that didn't get too far, and that I kind of like them, I figure to post them here as evidence of some kind of activity in the last years of my "career".
All lyrics Copyright Mark W. Pino
If you use them, pay me. I you use them and don't pay me, you suck.
DRAINAGE CHANNEL CHRONICLES
LITE BRITE DESIRED
PROBABLY NOT THERE ANYMORE
CONCRETE HILL
UP ALL NIGHT
RARE BLUE SKY
CANYON CREEP
“IT’S COMPELLING”
AMOK PAGES
WHAT DID THEY DO IN THERE?
RED CURTAIN CAVE
NAUGAHYDE SEATS
PROMO PICS
GREASY NOTHING
“YOU’RE MY FRIEND, RIGHT”
DUDE I HARDLY KNOW YOU
….PASS THE SALT
I WANNA GO HOME
STRANGE RED CARPET
DAN IN DENIAL
BROKEN AXLE
HIPSTER GLARES
MILES AWAY
FUN BY THE BEACH
BEERS AND WEED
WEBER TONE BELLS
SPLASHING IN WATER
SPRING FORWARD YEARS
DRIVE ALL DAY
WEIRD WEDDING
PAST LIES REVEALED
PACHUCA LINES UP THE BLOCK
SMALL FRY FROM BRITAIN
LONG WALKS THROUGH STAIRCASES
WHITE GIRL AND GIN
LOADING UP VENICE
WALKING PAST GRIT BOYS
ENGINE WAS FLAKING
BEYOND BAROQUE FUN
DOWN BY THE RIVER
THE NATIVES ARE DROWNING
THE BAR IS NOW CLOSING
TO THE DESERT WE RUN
YOU KNOW YOU FUCKING HATE IT
LIKE AN AXE WITHOUT A HANDLE
LIKE A CAR WITHOUT A WHEEL
LIKE A ROAD WITH ITS GRAVEL
LIKE A COP WITHOUT A FEEL
LIKE A POT WITHOUT A FLAME
LIKE A RIFLE WITHOUT BULLETS
LIKE A JAZZMAN WITHOUT A HORN
LIKE A TUB WITHOUT A PLUG
IF NOT NOW THEN WHEN X3
LIKE A RIVET WITHOUT ITS PLATE
LIKE A FENCE WITHOUT ITS POSTS
LIKE A BOOK WITHOUT ITS PAGES
LIKE A VIRUS WITHOUT ITS HOSTS
LIKE A DRILL WITHOUT A BIT
LIKE AN AWL WITHOUT SOME LEATHER
LIKE A JACK WITHOUT A SPRING
LIKE A SAW WITHOUT ITS TEETH
IF NOT NOW THEN WHEN X3
GIG ECONOMY PARKING LOTS OF AMERICA
STAR IS LIVING IN HER CAR
AND SHE’S AFRAID OF I & I
HOW IS YOUR BURING GOING
ARE YOU ENJOYING THE HEAT OF FIRE?
ARE YOU LOOKING OUT YOUR WINDOWS?
ARE YOU LONGING FOR THE DAYS?
MY PEN IS NOT BROKEN YET
FROM WRITING DOWN THE MILES.....
BUT THAT WON’T MAKE YOU SAFE
AND IT’S NOT GETTING BETTER
IT’S NOT GOING AWAY
NOT AFTER A WEEK
NOT AFTER 90 DAYS…..
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