Lyrics

James Wilson

Lyrics

Like Smoke Travelling Through Water

The Catholic Blues

yes i came here for 18 years and believed some of the words you said. but how can you say no to blasphemy when you're tellin' me who to be? i got the catholic blues. now do you want me to call you Jesus? oh almighty interpreter of a translators words, written by a man who was friends with your father. well then that makes you a better man than me, a better man to tell me who to be. i got the catholic blues. you're on but you're fallin off, down home cookin', down home lovin'... you missed the point. i got the catholic blues.

Daisy

i've got a pocket full of cherries and i'm sitting on the railroad tracks. the grass is green the sky is black. my mind is clean and i don't care that i care too much. don't you wish you could wrap your arms around this field. put it in your pocket that way you'd never have to leave it behind. i would take it with me in the car hang a star in the rearview mirror. that way you could always see my heart. everytime i start to slip away you'd say. look at the clouds i've sewn for you. and look at the landscapes that i drew. everytime you say good-bye i'll be with you. i'm never alone when the sky is black i remember our smoking dates in highschool. i think i was always late. remember the day i got stuck in your window the sky was black. i bet you ran home with me. but slipping back to the park we went there more than once you never could make me feel dirty but i'm sure you never tried. i'm glad we still can light the candle like we used to. doesn't seem to common to hide your happiness well neither am i.

Riverside Suicide

don't break down at least not here. i've got someone to listen to so i'll wait till she appears. this is the riverside suicide and i'm watching myself disappear. i've got a candle it's my light on this road and i can't tell how i got here. this is the riverside suicide and i'm hoping this person can steer cause i'm walking a straight line down the middle of primrose and my conscience isn't clear. it's 4am i can't find my phone. i hear a door in the background slam i don't think that i'm alone. have i come back was i ever gone. i never was good at paying attention but something still feels wrong.

Reasons for my Paranoia

you'll be alone, i won't be allowed- i'll be in a crowd of people. standing i look up at the sky wondering why i can't be with those stars right now. you say you love but you don't trust, and i say i'm better off that way. you say i was born from the stars and I say, I just need one today, I won't accept this pain. i'm always wrapped up, you're always strung out and now i'm hesitating. i got my closure you got your house, what more could we want? you say you love but you don't trust and i say i'm better off that way. you say that $$$$$$ is everything, and i say "you never had to pay, sometimes you learn that way." he tried to hurt himself again, i think he found out that he's not real, but he was saved by an Angel.

Small Days / We're Alright

Tonight the balcony was a little too dangerous for me. i kept seeing myself jumping off then the wind through the trees told me to stop. i have attractive thoughts but i only can write them in an ugly way. lori made me think about that. so i bit off something brighter to say. but i really need to get to bed i've got quite a small day tomorrow planned. quite a small day tomorrow. did you make a mask out of vicadin. did they call you up when your honor slept. was that insult green or an angry shade. when you killed yourself was it for you or them. i've got two little tantrums in front of me. guess i did it all for the ecstasy. we'll all be alright. this was born in autumn my fingers said. only tripped on angels to be unfair. when i clawed at myself i left his bed. when you're running on empty just feel it more. there's a lot of tv inside her head. i'm going to church now cause i'm a whore. did you make a mask out of vicadin.

My Father's Perfect Son

it's getting colder, sometimes i think i'm running far too fast, this rain is killing my innocence, take care of it. i want you to keep watching the backs of our heads, i swear i won't turn around- that never worked for me anyway. the line is getting shorter, i took it all too far. i used to dream i could be someone far above the sun, but i guess i took it all too far now i broke my own heart. i'm getting older, sometimes i think i'm failing far too fast, this brain is killing my innocence, you can't take care of it. i wish i could stop watching the backs of your heads, you'll never turn around. will something work for me???? and now the line is over, i took it all too far. i just wish i could be someone- my Father's perfect son, but i guess i took it all too far, now i broke my own heart. i wish you could be proud i wish that i could start again. maybe then you'd Love me.

Silence Breaking Down

bricks in a can in a fire that's in love with dawn. holding the tree where she sat and she said she knew the owls weren't livin up in the sea frame. "EVERYONE IN TOWN WAS HOLDING ON TO GOD'S KITE" eating alone.... Silence Breaking Down, i can't believe the walls are coming down, i feel like i'm crashing to the Sound because this is Silence Breaking Down. i'll hide behind my lover's charms on a bridge i'll never cross, i'll just linger there breathe the air and try to sing my thoughts. Silence breaking down, i can't believe the walls are coming down, i feel like i am crashing to the sound because this is silence breaking down.

City of Night

in the city that's in my mind. there's a time when we take the wine, divide up our thoughts and make them into something more than why. you're all there, Adrianna.. Adrianna is gathering leaves, She's takin' them out of the trees. She's taking me Home, She's taking Me. there's a path i find quite nice to pass the time when i go blind. there's the Angel sittin on that bench, We think He might be french. He looks to sad for Me. and the Angel is gathering Tunes. He rolled some up for You. In the shining streets. Donovan You came two years ago. in the library You spoke to Me. You said You had to know why you didn't die. i couldn't reply. i just sat under the old dead tree. it has the life that you can't see. Donovan now He's in the shower. And Tonight We're All Wearing White. This is the city of night.

Something New

take them out to the street where i live, it's another 12 month home, but i'm drinkin alone on this cold night. it's a right at the light- as you stumble up to my door i see you're invisible again. there's nothing i can do, sit down. i wrote these words for you. these songs turned into some strange journey that we are travelling through. we're something new.

Road To My World

Before We Attack

all the boys kept asking us condescending questions like what's your favorite kind of soap. so we'd pop the pills turn on the car and search for the golden rope. into the parking lot we'd go sometimes looking back. and then we saw the only fields that kept us right off track. into the parking lot we'd go before we attack. that's when the companies started to mass produce razors for the wrists. and we all bought into it. some did it just to show off their stitch but we really wanted to turn off the switch

Pre/Post

forgotten flowers. lying here with myself. and i'm dying. i've been dying for years now. the transformation of a dove. it burns in my head like before you. the transformation of a boy. he learns what he said came before you.

In The Fall

if the flower doesn't bloom insane. such a precious recollection i'm coming through to you. if the heart doesn't bleed it's dead. i'm lying in you bed subtle thoughts. but in the fall we both know you'll be gone. a little bit too hard for me to take in on my own. touching you is like the ocean it shouldn't ever end. and the flower is crying because soon i'll sit alone. 74 & 10 is our time. never a problem when i'm with you. silence with no pain. channel his mind to two i'm not afraid of you. i don't know where i'll be in 7 years. it's a fear that i welcome cause i won't be staying here. maybe i'll see you in times square or the park alone. doesn't hurt to hurt i'll see you again. people will ask me what i think of this. how can i tell them with words that it's more than a kiss. i will tell them that you have moved above. and when they ask me again i'll say...

High School

were they too good for me. was i what i always wanted to be. but what the fuck was it that i wanted. and what would i be when i grew up. or would i ever grow up. were they too good for me. or were they too good to me. or why have i been lonely all these years. why is my inspiration running dry. don't scare me like that. why can't i be pretty. when will i be smart. why can't i be physical i know why. why can't i be unselfish. why can't i love someone. why can't i be a pity to be pitied after all i'm a mess.

Beautiful Northerner

with a dark accent. touch soft enough to damage that it doesn't hurt when she rapes my brain. a little harder than yellow a little softer than black. but always dressed for the occasion. but all she really needs is somewhere to bleed and then she'd be a woman. and could you pride yourself a little more on the things that you don't want. there's a fire outside in the whitening sky the only thing that you can't stop.

Finding Hope In Hopelessness

as i glared at myself in that dirty mirror i couldn't find a trace of me. so i held onto what i had to hold and she told me i was getting cold. now massares i'm self assured. bolder than broze but still feeling obscure. i'm looking for hope in all the wrong places. wishing for hope on all the wrong faces. embracing everyone's disgraces through this black and white connection. i can't understand why i'm a fantasy but the thought makes me feel even more lonely. a couple more weeks have past and i'm sure not gaining hands. like they said we're slaves to money. but like i said we're also slaves to time. the questions still pour and i've got but one answer. even strong love can die. so make it stronger than strong you'll tell me. i'll tell you you're a fucking joke. but the only thing we can assume is- there's some reason for our hope.

Nameless

the theory of my crooked hands. on this bench where i will play. my heart is never completely frozen is what my friends would say. in this jagged circle apocalypse is near. and when my freedom is temporary i will move. i can feel my heart in more than 2 pieces i fear. but it's still not here. a council for my last return. on this bench where i will die. you always helped me stay so warm. i tell them in reply. i hurt my hand today. but i couldn't bring myself to pay. i always try to be the one who reminds you of the sun.

Yesterday

i know i was waiting for my turn to drown. just so i could laugh and watch you frown. but aren't we all drowning in a lazy dream. drifting to a place that's green. choking on what may seem mean. i wasn't a boy yesterday. i felt like a man yesterday. i didn't know they would give me that name and i didn't like them. and i wasn't like them but i wasn't a boy yesterday. i know i could've left anytime. but i stayed there to take what was rightfully mine. this is where the engine starts. this is what makes you smart. this is how we should be. not wallowing in uncertainty.

Nicotine Boy

will you be my acidic lover. drop one with my adopted brothers. would you bleed for me. until i start to look you in the eye. well now the birds are gone and all that's left are the streets they fell upon. nicotine boy breathing so deep. puff yourself to sleep. nicotine boy you're making me so cold. nicotine boy how did we get so old. i keep dropping off the edge. taking in so much less but i'm addicted so much more. all the dealers lining up for me on sad street but i'm not surprised it's a dead end.

Final Song

13 knives in the back of a boy who's been so down. he's looking for a way to get out of this room and find his crown. in this final song we wonder where i went wrong. in this final so i've been failing way too long. in this final song i've got a plan for me that no one else can see. road to my world have you seen victor or is he just me. hero's cry when we award the fighters man your gloves don't make you strong. so we learn to die in the beds of your daughters but i'll stay until i'm wrong. go on victor don't stay here. you're humanity is all you have. go on victor it's only love that you lack.