THE ACCIDENTALS

Parking Lot

Get me, get me out

Out of this parking lot

Get me, get me out

Nineteen, so mean

Lips that sting like Queen Frostine

She's got an icy disposition

Looked back, told me

She was smoking a carbon black

I said I'll see you in the green room

I need, a lead

To get me back on the track

That I'm banking on

If I unwind

I might just fall apart

I might just fall for his place

Get me, get me out

Out of this parking lot

Get me, get me out

A stray, no pay

A voice like Marvin Gaye

He's kicking pebbles on his gravestone

Looked up, and prayed

That I would fill his cup

I don't get payed until next Tuesday

I need a lead

To get me back on the track

That I'm banking on

If I unwind

I might just fall apart

I might just fall for this place

Get me, get me out

Out of this parking lot

Get me, get me out

Get me, get me out

Out of this parking lot

Get me, get me out

Get me, get me out

Out of this parking lot, parking lot, parking lot

 

Sixth Street

There’s too much noise on sixth street

Like a brick in a washing machine

And the alleys look like bedsheets

Wrinkled in the morning haze of gray routine

The tangerines and coffee,

The sweetest taste could always drive you up the wall

If hunger is a freight train,

Then the pain unfolds the maps of urban sprawl

I’ve made a comeback in a time

Enforced to memorize the lines

Upon the pavement and the page

Behind the scenes and on the stage

Ooh, a fire escapade for two

Ooh, an alley serenade in view

Oh, the modern day brigade, the loudest silence ever made

Came printed on the faded page today

Let the sun slide down the porcelain

Of a cerulean cereal bowl sky

Let it hang for the homeless man

The polished shoes paid by smokes of passerby

You’ll all just turn into suburban fathers

Your claim to game wrapped round your fleeting cigarette

Why have a broken heart-to-heart

When I could always go at you hand-to-hand?

We hold our jackets at the sleeves,

One hand gives while one receives

And though the warmth spreads underneath,

The cold wind nips like wolfish teeth

Ooh, a fire escapade for two

Ooh, an alley serenade in view

Oh, the modern day brigade, the loudest silence ever made

Came printed on the faded page today

The raven’s on the telephone

Nevermore, those frozen talons on the wire

Look upon those avine militants

Touching shoulders like a feathered gothic choir

Even in the depths of winter

Those frigid splinters can’t withstand the warmth we hold

The warpath to destruction

Was paved with good intentions, but not all good is gold

Ooh, a fire escapade for two

Ooh, an alley serenade in view

Oh, the modern day brigade, the loudest silence ever made

Came printed on the faded page today

 

Epitaphs

He's got too much pride

Lord, if you could see it in his navy eyes

Life is never painted in the black and white

Or with the gray between

It's got too much light

Silver coins that tremble in the bruise of night

Moon that blinks before the tangerine

And broken stains of morning sky

And scattered on the birch trees

Are the mockingbirds who disagree

On everything that flits to mind

What's lost and what's just hard to find

And blaring on the silver box

Are those who are only there to talk

So I will find a better way to speak

She's got a new fake tan

Drinking pop culture from a silver can

Staring from her bed into a lava lamp

That bubbles up her thoughts

About money and time

Things that share a problematic love life

They'll help you cut yourself up with a butter knife

Just when you hit your prime

And scattered on the dirty streets

Are the broken souls who disagree

And beg for what you're offering

And all the while we're promising

That rain will fall on fertile ground

There's no lost cause that can't be found

So I will find the growth in every seed

Well it's a sketchy scene

Bottlecaps littering the pothole street

Smoky waves of air in the crushing heat

Of nighttime in LA

And in the local park

Boys flinging curse words into the dark

Waiting for the day they'll mend their splintered hearts

In duct tape displays

I'm standing by a marble wall

Carving epitaphs of human fault

Why spend my whole life wondering

If I find lies more comforting

How can I invest my faith

If what you give is what you take

But I will try to find the in between