Índies Lyrics & Chords By Joan Bibiloni

Where are the ones who carry the guns to the far away lands with the blackened suns from the smokened narrow minds. The half-truth trails and the holy lies of an empty heart and...read more

Fed up with your indigestion You swallow words one by one Folks got high at a quarter to five Don? t you feel you? re growing up undone? Nothing but the local DJ You said,...read more

I've been the wild one I've run through the streets and i've suffered I've been the quiet one Sequestered and smothered But i won't mind no time spent to save...read more

So here's a note I left by the fireplace and ash From all the notes that I had burned not long ago It's great how severing all these ties can make things right, Or, at least...read more

Baby, please come home Baby, please come home Baby baby, please, come home I'll try to put the things we've done Back where they belong And that's in the past I need...read more