to be 23

unhappy
unsettled
I pay rent but I've got no place to stay
unfulfilled
unsung
the louder I get, the less I am heard
chords and notes, the percussion of my teeth
it seems like there isn't a happy ending
I spend money when I eat, the money is made from trees
but I can't find two dimes to rub together
to be 23 feels like a dead end street
oh to be 23
chords and notes, the percussion of my teeth
it seems like there isn't a happy ending
I spend money when I eat, the money is made from trees
but I can't find two dimes to rub together
to be 23 feels like a dead end street
oh to be 23

fencemaker by trade

you're a step ahead
parents with a good credit store
no room mates in rehab
just one job with flexible hours
the tiger in the snow still eats it's prey
roberto benigni, you've tricked me
you're years ahead
girls love the cynical air
the neo-folk movement is booming
tailor made and a complete natural
the tiger in the snow still eats its prey
roberto benigni, you've tricked me
one of god's rare beasts
a fence maker with a good ear
I'm out, you're in
I'm out, you're in
I'm out, I'm out
I'm out, I'm out
fuck it I don't want to be in

feeling your gut

stop crying
it'll only add to the water filling your lungs
filling your guns
feeling your gut
the anchors in your head can only hurt
trust me
there's nothing to trust in the lonely sea you've created
so why perpetuate
why so much hate
even when influence isn't around

soaked paper shoes

soak paper shoes just give me the news
am I at the bottom, how much further could I go?
I spoke to satan, did a few lines of coke
played out my destructive side to incite the words I wrote
even soaked paper shoes are just ash in this heat
god didn't blame me for trying to switch teams
chemicals chains bound by good intentions,
dark flags on darker nights, you can't tame me, who can blame me
the letters read pga will blanket the past
between the lines on the paper, I lived in my caste
tore a hole in my shadow, thought I borrowed from my dad
but who can champion ink on the hand that says 13 and a half
chemicals chains bound by good intentions,
dark flags on darker nights, you can't tame me, who can blame me

man and livestock

the sun ties all things breathing, neat knots for man and livestock
a present to be unwrapped daily, not pushed back to bi-weekly
I forget my hands at the end of my arms
so forgive me for forgetting to smile
when I think about thinking my stomach churns
cause I feed on negativity
my feet won't plant in the ground, they're in bed when I'm at work
so I trudge off to my job, not knowing which way I'll fall today

I hate pink floyd even when I'm not sober

Heaven doesn't think of you, God doesn't think of me
we're fighting for scraps, they're taking naps, not losing any fucking sleep
I'd pay for a trip to hell before I'd beg for a spot in heaven
respect is due on the act of civility, I don't feel a drop on me
it ain't magic, where your prayer goes
eyes and ears up, the evil in the sky knows
I wasn't born a preacher, but I was born a believer
every good action has counter action and it isn't constant bullshit
better to swallow the sin than let them lure you in
security can be bought but is it what you want
a lot of people talk, very few can even walk
so I'd rather crawl and whisper than be screaming on my back
it ain't magic, where your prayer goes
eyes and ears up, the evil on the sky knows
where is my future going?
down? down? down? down?

Youth Crew Blues

if it ever gets recorded, this album will be everything lft is and wants to be. I promise if we can ever get up the money to hit the studio for our next record it will be fast, poignant, and deliberate. The lyrics will cover the black sheep syndrome, tolerance of intolerance, sleepwalking 9-5, and everything else that has been crippling our happiness for the past two years. The music will speak and the lyrics will create images. We will be playing harder, faster, and more emotional throughout the record. you will all die when you hear it. so get your funeral arrangements ready.



Charles H.
LFT