In this home on ice, we build mountains out of bookshelves.

I'm One - The Who

Every year is the same
And I feel it again,
I'm a loser - no chance to win.
Leaves start falling,
Come down is calling,
Loneliness starts sinking in.

But I'm one.
I am one.
And I can see
That this is me,
And I will be,
You'll all see
I'm the one.

Where do you get
Those blue blue jeans
Faded patched secret so tight.
Where do you get
That walk oh so lean
Your shoes and your shirts
All just right.
But I'm one etc.

I got a Gibson
Without a case
But I can't get that even tanned look on my face.
Ill fitting clothes
I blend in the crowd,
Fingers so clumsy
Voice too loud.

But I'm one.

You're A Target - No Age

The lights died yesterday,
I turned them off,
Staring at the dusty switch.

Belly of the Beast - Thomas Function

We tried to function,
with a fistful of rubber,
we got as far as Huron Line
and tore the ocean with sound!

Move To California - Times New Viking

Jesus is a Friend of the Family - Roadside Graves

Jesus is a friend of the family,
he picks up the paper for us,
and on Sunday he cooks us breakfast,
Jesus Christ your pancakes are good.

Now, Mary used to live across the street,
'til one day her tummy got fat,
She swore she never been with no man,
it all depends on who you ask.

Because Joseph used to work in our basement,
he hammered himself a hole in the wall,
a circle big enough for one eye,
he used to stare at Mary at night.

So, me and my sister Kathy,
we used to listen up in the kitchen,
we would pretend we were just playing cards,
listening to the beating of his heart.

'til one day, Mary's house grew dark,
and the hammer in the basement stopped,
and a long, black car drove past,
we swore, it'd never last.

Then we found a little baby on our doorstep,
just as cute as a baby can be,
he had a name tag wrapped around his neck,
Sayin' "Hi, I'm Jesus Christ can you take care of me?"

Now, Jesus is a friend of the family,
he picks up the paper for us,
and on Sunday he cooks us breakfast,
Jesus Christ, your pancakes are good,
your pancakes are good!

This is not in anyway a mixtape.
A mixtape has a title, a mixtape has a soul, a mixtape has a chance of survival!
This is a cavalcade of sound.
Please treat it as such.

Wash away what we create, my sins like funny calls you make

Hello everyone, and welcome to another ...rather frustrating Thursday evening, here on Looks Like Coffee, Tastes Like Juice. The reason I'm so infuriated this evening is because, for some reason or another, Mozilla Firefox has chosen to delete ALL of my bookmarks and tabs. Not only is this incredibly inconvenient to me, it's also ... incredibly inconvenient! I've already done all the rational things to do (i.e the Mozilla site and Google) so now I MUST resort to pouting and acting like a three year old. Well, so be it. So, because of this, the post tonight is going to be breathtakingly short. So, enjoy this track while you think of me furiously searching through Google for an answer.

Teen Creeps - No Age

Til' Tomorrow