Discoloration In Cervix

Minutos musicales de un grupo que había olvidado:

The Decibels And The Little Pills - American Music Club





Decibels and little pills and all the thrills you steal from the moon
Holding hands with bright new friends, names are only good for gravestones
Because he was sweet and so was she, and you needed love to fill the dark
And time is a current that only flows from warm hands to warm hearts

No one here is going to save you
No one here is going to save you

In bed you said forever that the world would end if one of you let go
You woke up just in time for the sunset, you said "Let's all go to the big rock show"
And in the bar when you were playing air guitar they suddenly vanished on their little clouds
And in this place you can't find a face without a trace of despair, or a shroud

No one here is going to save you
No one here is going to save you

And you pull off your blouse, wet girls gone wild, for a crowd that just didn't want to know
And it's not your scene, everyone is mean, your eyes they say, "I don't want to know"
And how sad is that, your rebel cowboy hat, all it says is you're tonight's casualty
Oh, and the crowd is proud to look away like they've never been desperate or lonely

No one here is going to save you
No one here is going to save you
No one here is going to save you
Where's the one that's going to save you?


I Know That's Not Really You - American Music Club



All your hopeless words
They drag you around like the frost
Down to all the bridges you burned
Down the roads where you are always lost

I know that’s not really you
I know that’s not really you

Your magic power is to disappear
It’s all you leave me in your will
It’s the only blessing that you don’t fear
The only prayer you know God is sure to fill

I know that’s not really you
I know that’s not really you

The fistfuls of ashes you use
To Halloween your true face
Remember it - that's the face you never ever use
Where the poison in your heart has no place

I know that’s not really you
I know that’s not really you

The people you love are proud to be cruel
Prisoners to the all harm they do
They laugh at you
They laugh at you
Until you stop loving

I know that’s not really you
I know that’s not really you

The people you love are proud to be cruel
Prisoners to the all harm they do


All The Lost Souls Welcome You To San Francisco - American Music Club



Years ago my soul went missing
Looking for a life no-one would mourn
Now it stumbles like the smile of a fool
Looking to the sky for shelter from this storm

All the lost souls welcome you to San Francisco

It's a city that was built by fire trucks
And skeletons who grin and grin
Pimps and thieves who can't believe their luck
Saints that are only holy when they sin

Now i came looking for the party
So come on Marty, you're the king of 22nd Street
Just give me some hope, or at least enough rope
Can you make my heart feel complete

All the lost souls welcome you to San Francisco

Now you can always find me at the celebration
Waiting for glory to strike me down
I'm trying to keep the good times rolling
Because they're almost gone

All the lost souls welcome you to San Francisco

It's a beauty your hearts all recognize
And never get their fill
Where everyone is hunting a love supreme
And watching it roll softly down the hill

All the lost souls welcome you to San Francisco