February 12, 2004

I don't like my own words right now.

I Write The B-Sides

I write the B-sides
that make a small portion of the world cry
I like the seaside
and singing songs that make you not wanna die
throw a stone into the sea
and wait for it to come back to me
better get out on the boat
'cause someone told me that stones don't float

I like to sit out back
and look up at the squirrels in the trees
they don't like radio tracks
and they don't ever talk down to me
throw a nut up in the tree
gonna fall right back on me
these guys know who they are
and what they need's in their own backyard

I like to play in snow
I stick my hand in, now where did it go
it might be mighty cold
but that's all part of not doing what you're told

-Mark Everett

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