Money Trail Mix Lyrics & Chords By Idle Pilot

sick sick sick sick sick of intention, full of pretension. collectors items, don't ever buy them. massive attention. fond of infection. newcomer dances, absent romances. it...read more

This isn't what we had expected: No trumpets, no cymbals, just the deadest silence. And in our sleep there were no lights on. Pitch black, unromantic, is this all we lived for? ...read more

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You might feel like ten feet tall In reality, you're nothing at all. Go tell mothers i dont feel so well Is of the essence in star spangled hell. (whispered) Why (unclear) I...read more

I've got to stop meeting people at strange times in my life. Hold the door, open the door. Open the door. Pointless small endeavors, to nothing. Keep coming home alone. Pasta. Water....read more