Songs About / On: UNTITLED

(M. Hathcock)
Time
So short so fading
Yet from the start
You had my heart read more »

I'm just another body down
internal bleeding round & round
& all I can think of are ways to die alone x2
A portrait of my skeletal gain
Left selfish & hungry so feed me the pain read more »

What do you think--what do you make out of that recording?
I don’t know, gloria, I just--
Some kind of singing. they sound like all kinds of people, right?
Yeah.
And then it says another child is born in india every time you call this number, right? read more »

(doin’ time reprise) read more »

I wanted to feel something
To be something To see something
I wanted to find one thing that was mine
And leave this behind
But I can't find my way
To get far away and bury these days
Fantasy once reality
Becomes such a parody
If I could find one thing that was mine
I'd leave this behind
But I can't find my way
To get far away and bury these days
If shining or if shaking
It's reality faking
If I could find
One thing that was mine
I'd leave this behind
But I can't find my way
To get far away and bury these days read more »

I think of awhile ago
We might have had it all
But I was so stupid then
You needed time to grow

But now just as things change
As well my feelings do
In time things rearrange
I am so sick of chasing you read more »

You're so transparent, I can guess without question
You need something or other to cover your expression
I bought you some sunspecs from the local hipsters' store
I need you more or less, you need me more and more
I'm so transparent, you can guess without question read more »

i think of awhile ago, we might have had it all, but i was so stupid then, you
needed time to grow, and now just as things change, as well my feelings do, in
time things rearrange, i am so sick of chasing you, but what do i get 'cause i
just seem to lose, you make me regret, those times i spent with you, and
playing those games as i wait for your call, now i give up, so goodbye and so read more »

Hopelessly drift in the eyes of the ghost again
Hopelessly adrift in the eyes of the ghost again
Down on my knees and my hands in the air again
Down on my knees and my hands in the air again
Pushing my face in the memory of you again read more »

(Reminds me somewhat of Chris Isaak's "Wicked Game" off of Heart Shaped read more »