VELVET MUSTACHE LP
Youth
The smell of cigarettes stain the backseat
We stick around because we don’t care
None of us have had to work for nothing
Let’s go to Tyler’s house and waste some air
1 more 40
1 more year
What a waste of youth grandeur
Lets take on trip on a road to nowhere
With a car your parents own
Lets make a stop at every Starbucks
Let’s complain about how service is slow
1 more problem
1 more Schmear
Racing Rats are more sincere
One more last drink
Before you drive home
We’ll watch Fight Club till 4 in the morning
Talk about that Pixies song at the end
We spew ramblings of something exotic
And what will happen when our lives begin
1 more 40
1 more year
What a waste of youth grandeur
One more last drink
Before you drive home
Broken Bones
We’ve been together
For some time
For some time now
For fear of the unknown
You’ve searched for answers
On your own
Like a child on a search
For Diamonds in the snow
Go Ah
Go to Paris, go to London, go to Rome
I
Won’t tell anyone about your broken bones
No ah
We wont stop until the moment we are forced
I
Won’t tell anyone about your broken bones
I have looked on now
For some time
For some time now
For fear of the alone
I’ll live inside of
My own head
When the time is right again
I’ll let the sun creep in
Go Ah
Go to Paris, go to London, go to Rome
I
Won’t tell anyone about your broken bones
No ah
We wont stop until the moment we are forced
I
Won’t tell anyone about your broken bones
Clarity
Shaking Now I’m High and out
Twice this week
I’d kill myself for recognition
Ice and Beer, an Idolizing fear
The Straws’ been drawn
Is this all that we were given?
Clarity
Death pays out
Life is all played out
Watch and see
The French kids smoking on the screen
So I adjust my tie
Cover up my eyes
The tint is dark
So no one sees their shit fall apart
Clarity
Limousines Water swept underneath
Public Sheen Televised on the screen
Clarity sealed off by fresh pink slip
Golden reigns Silence is not a tip
Rakehead
I’ve fallen out, fallen out of place
The engine’s on, but no one’s home
In the corner, of the Earth I wait
The leaves are gone, to the moon they’ve raised
I’m a Rakehead
I’ve fallen out, fallen out of place
The engine’s on, but no one’s home
In the corner, of your mind wait
The placebo, has never changed
I’m a Rakehead
Mr. Sanity
The sex is gone
The nights are cold
And you are right where you need to be
Some insignificant retreat
The Spectrum of Complacency
My Televised Transparency
The listless dreams of Sanity
I’ll never let you go I‘ll never let you go
Oh
The yellow cab
Your faithful hand
Calming my uncertainties
Of idiotic policies
The southwest sun
The Ocean Breeze
Should call for slightly shorter sleeves
A vibrant hew of Sanity
I’ll never let you go I’ll never let you go
Oh
Sleep
(Instrumental)
Break It To Me
I am not the guy, that you would like to meet
I’m some type of imposter you might find out on the street
I look back on the arguments, and every time I’ve won
But when you fight with your own mind, this is easily done
This song is for those who have found love, and work hard to make it true
For love is not an easy task, especially with you
Some people think I’m crazy, always talking to myself
I really can’t see how they’re wrong, or how even, to help
I admit that when I’m pissed off I am really not so fun
But now I ask you kindly will you
Break it to me
This song is not about my girlfriend, not about a girl at all
So wrap up that pretentious mind, and roll it in a ball
Now pick it up, and throw like a 12 year old might do
That was bought by his old man, back in 1972
It’s the same one on the TV on that big world series screen
And all the while you sit displeased with your fashion magazines
I admit that when I’m pissed off I am really not so fun
But now I ask you kindly will you
As Seen On TV
I've seen seen so many tall
I've seen seen so many fall away
With every swift directors take
I think think we seen it all
I think think we've been to far
And now, or then, we're jaded
It's the man with the gun pointed at my chest
A whispered threat under his breath and I know
It's just as seen on TV
It's the little old man lying in his bed
His eyes fade shut as I hold his hand and I know
It's just as seen on TV
What once was so fun and clean
What once was an amazing scene
Has now, lost all creativity
Not death, life or birth or pain
Can shock us now, we're all the same
And now, or then, we're jaded
It's the man with the gun pointed at my chest
A whispered threat under his breath and I know
It's just as seen on TV
It's the little old man lying in his bed
His eyes fade shut as I hold his hand and I know
It's just as seen on TV
Perfection Reflection
You’ve got the future memorized
You’re lookin’ through crystal laced with your eyes
The bomb is dropped, the truth unlocked
But no answers found in this fucking black box
You’re lookin’ for heaven maybe
But only stars are in your eyes
Perfection Reflection
Your truth is what you fantasize
You’re thinkin’ so hard that you’re all in a sweat
With life as a chaser your left here in debt
To live in the moment of love in dark red
Drop down to earth
You’re lookin’ for heaven Baby
But only stars are in your eyes
Perfection Reflection Baby
Your truth is what you fantasize
