New Songs |
Jesus Christ, MomI hung up the phone, and remembered the box in my closet that I can't burnYour name's inside, written on a wrinkled blueprintI thought I had you figured outMaybe it's not you I'm afra...
Posted by my son the astronaut on Sun, 07 Oct 2007 05:00:00 PST |
lyrics |
well, i'll probably start playing shows again this summer, so if you want to sing along, do it.Untitled (as of yet) You're the tip of my tongue The part that burns every time i drink I thought if I ke...
Posted by my son the astronaut on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 10:29:00 PST |
so, like, yeah! |
so this is a side project of a side project, sort of making me a second cousin of sorts. the idea of this thing is a.) for me to have way-too-much-funb.) for you to sing/play/dance with me. i'm really...
Posted by my son the astronaut on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 10:59:00 PST |
