by kara e. sherman
©2008 thinkroot records/ ascap
i’d rather be a scrooge
and like myself
then pretend for you
i’m not christian
and i’d rather not be
wished merry christmas
and after that
let’s just skip
all that pointless talk of work
and by the way
this girl next to me
is my partner
we’ve been together 6 years
and she’s not my fucking roommate
to make it more clear
we are lesbians
i’m not ashamed
and you really should not
be ashamed either
i’d rather be a scrooge
and like myself
then pretend for you
you may say you’ve never
seen me so selfish
but i say, but i say i’ve never been
so honest to myself
if you’re honest you know
you really don’t like me either
so what’s the point... of us all
so what’s the point of us
hanging around together
i’d rather be a scrooge
and like myself
then pretend for you
words by kathleen m. miller
©2008 thinkroot records/ ascap

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we fly through seasons
falling leaves and silent rains
burn into our existence.
driving past cities
with names i’d like to taste
the soft contours of your body
distract me from
the lazy lines of the road.
but i will wait for darkness.
the bitter october wind rushes over
our summer-stained skin
we shiver out of habit before
a blanket of crescent moon shadows
flicker over us
as we near the black of night.
but i will wait for darkness.
cold coffee breeds your insomnia
you drink methodically
and try to ignore
your kerouac collection shifting restlessly
in the back seat.
but i will wait for darkness.
the urgency of your desire
pulls at my exhaustion
while your hand
hugs the familiarity of my thigh
and releases only long enough to
change the song on the radio
when you can no longer
remember the words.
and i will wait for darkness.
well, all the answers leading back to one
one question, one moment
a thought in time
where do they hide what's always been mine
we’ll go and go and go...
and just drive.
by kara e. sherman
©2008 thinkroot records/ ascap

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your hands are so soft
your arms so open
i am lying here hiding
myself in your warmth
you’re concerned
cuz i got this look on my face
i am scared
of what i feel after shutting myself off
but ah... it feels good
it feels so damn good...
maybe i can’t quite
explain myself
but you
had to feel me tremble
when you kissed me
and you
had to see my eyes
fixed so intensely on you
yeah
so
take that clue my baby, yeah
take that clue my katie, yeah
take that clue my lady...
your hands are so soft
your arms so open
i am lying here hiding
myself in your warmth
you’re concerned
cuz i got this look on my face
i am scared
of what i feel after shutting myself off
but ah... it feels good
it feels so damn good...
now i want you trust
that feeling you have
i want you to listen to your
your gut
cuz i’m letting myself feel
i am letting myself fall
i am gonna get out of this rut
i am letting myself feel
i am letting myself fall to the ground
i am gonna get out of this out of this
out of this rut
i am letting myself feel.
cuz your hands are so soft
your arms so open
i am lying here hiding
myself in your warmth
you’re concerned
cuz i got this look on my face
i am scared
of what i feel after shutting myself off
but ah... it feels good
it feels so damn good...
by kara e. sherman
©2008 thinkroot records/ ascap
 
my mother died in a movie theater
her favorite place to escape from life
my mother died in a movie theater
and i wish and i wish and i wish and i wish
and i wish, that i could join her
so i planned and i scammed
but i can’t, so i won’t
so i tried, but i cried
so i can’t, so i won’t
if i could, then i would
but i can’t, so i won’t
so i’m here, its so clear
cuz i can’t and i won’t
kill myself to death
kill myself to death.
a gun would make it nice and fast
but i’d need a license and a bunch of cash
i could drive off a cliff and explode with a crash
that’d be shame cuz i almost have my car paid off.
so i planned and i scammed
but i can’t, so i won’t
so i tried, but i cried
so i can’t, so i won’t
if i could, then i would
but i can’t, so i won’t
so i’m here, its so clear
cuz i can’t and i won’t
kill myself to death
kill myself to death.
i could drink and drink and drink and drink and drink
it’s so socially acceptable
drink and drink and drink and drink and drink
it’s so socially acceptable
but then i have to pee
and then i get hungry
and then i eat and eat and eat
and the i pass out asleep
not dead
sound asleep
not dead
so i planned and i scammed
but i can’t, so i won’t
so i tried, but i cried
so i can’t, so i won’t
if i could, then i would
but i can’t, so i won’t
so i’m here, its so clear
cuz i can’t and i won’t
kill myself to death
kill myself to death.
i could overdose like a real rock star
found in a corner with a needle in my arm
then i’d rise the charts of the popular scene
a mega famous rebel idol for preteens
i’d be a star
but i’d be dead
a mega star
and very dead.
so i planned and i scammed
but i can’t, so i won’t
so i tried, but i cried
so i can’t, so i won’t
if i could, then i would
but i can’t, so i won’t
so i’m here, its so clear
cuz i can’t and i won’t
kill myself to death
kill myself to death.
in summary, i don’t really wish to die
it’s just sometimes i feel alone
and i miss oblivion and i miss my mom
so i guess i’ll settle for a slow and miserable
hypocritical, fantastic, beautiful
joyful, mystical, love filled, lyrical
surprising, delighting, exciting, and magical
death called life
i’ll settle for a death called life
every breath closer to death called life
every breath...life.
by kara e. sherman
©2008 thinkroot records/ ascap
 

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once a consumer whore, always a whore.
once a consumer whore, always a whore.
i’m angry at myself cuz i’m the one thing i control
i’m angry at my life cuz i live it like a consumer whore
whore
i could keep blaming how i grew up, the government, or tv
but that’s not what i see in the mirror looking back at me
looking back at me
it’s just me
it’s just me
so i’m tired of my job, working for the man
tired of scheming with all of my plans to make money
fucking paper money
it doesn't grow on trees, it just replaces trees
so i’m angry at myself cuz i’m the one thing i control
i’m angry at my life cuz i live it like a consumer whore
whore
whore
whore
so i’m tired of the sky when i look of for some hope
all i see is chem-trail smoke and i choke
what are chem-trails?  i don’t know.
that’s the governments show.
we can guess but we don’t know.
so i’m angry at myself cuz i’m the one thing i control
i’m angry at my life cuz i live it like a consumer whore
whore
whore
whore
so maybe i should eat right
refrain from refined sugar
stop drinking alcohol
stop smoking marijuana
but i don’t wanna
stop smoking marijuana
no i don’t wanna
i’m angry at myself cuz i’m the one thing i control
i’m angry at my life cuz i live it like a consumer whore
whore
so i’m angry at myself cuz i’m the one thing i control
i’m angry at my life cuz i live it like a consumer whore
whore
whore
whore
i’m angry at myself cuz i’m the one thing i control
i’m angry at my life cuz i live it like a consumer whore
whore
so i’m angry at myself cuz i’m the one thing i control
i’m angry at my life cuz i live it like a consumer whore
whore