Red Beard!

I'd like to meet:

People that like to party like a rock star and kick a little ass

And Even if her plane crashes tonight She'll find some way to disappoint me By not burning in the wreckage Or drowning at the bottom of the seawe're gonna die like this you know miserable and old

"Mix Tape" Brand NewI got a twenty-dollar bill that says no one's ever seen you without makeup. You're always made up. And I'm sick of your tattoos And the way you dont appreciate Brand New And me.And I know that you're a sucker for anything acoustic. But when I say let's keep in touch, I hope you know I mean I wish that youd grow up This is the first song for your mix tape And its short just like your temper But somewhat golden like the afternoons We used to spend before you got too cool.

Incubus..DigWe all have a weakness But some of ours are easy to identify. Look me in the eye, and ask for forgiveness. We'll make a pact to never speak that word again. Yes, you are my friend. We all have something that digs at us, at least we dig each other.So when weakness turns my ego up I know you'll count on the me from yesterday.If I turn into another dig me up from under what is covering the better part of me. Sing this song remind me that we'll always have each other when everything else is gone.We all have a sickness that cleverly attaches and multiplies No matter how we try. We all have someone that digs at us, at least we dig each other.So when sickness turns my ego up I know you'll act as a clever medicine. If I turn into another, dig me up from under what is covering The better part of me. Sing this song! Remind me that we'll always have each other when everything else is gone. Oh, each other when everything else is gone

Brand New - Jesus (one of the best songs i have heard in my lifetime)Jesus Christ, that’s a pretty face, the kind you’d find on someone that could save. If they don’t put me away, well it’ll be a miracle.Do you believe you’re missing out? Everything good is happ’ning somewhere else. But with nobody in your bed, the night’s hard to get through.And I, will die, all alone. And when I, arrive, I won’t know anyone.Well Jesus Christ I’m alone again, so what did you do those three days you were dead? ‘Cuz this problem’s gonna last, more than the weekend.Well Jesus Christ, I’m not scared to die, I’m a little bit scared of what comes after. Do I get the gold chariot? Do I float through the ceiling?Do I, divide, and fall apart? ‘Cuz my bright, is too sly, to hold back all my dark.And the ship, went down, in sight of land. And at the gates, does Thomas, ask to see my hands?I know you'll come in the night like a thief. But I’ve had some time alone, to hold my lions at bay.I know you think that I’m someone you can trust. But I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up(and you won't know). So do you think that we could work out a psalm? So I’ll know it’s you and that it's over so I won't even try.I know you’re coming for the people like me. We all got wood and nails, we try n’ tear down hate and factory. We all got wood and nails, don’t tear down hate n’ factory. We all got wood and nails, and we sleep inside of this machine."

First Day Of My Life

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