The Lawrence Arms
The Lawrence Arms
The Lawrence Arms
The Lawrence Arms
The Lawrence Arms
The Lawrence Arms
The Lawrence Arms
The Lawrence Arms
The Lawrence Arms
The Lawrence Arms
The Lawrence Arms
The Lawrence Arms
The Lawrence Arms
The Lawrence Arms
The Lawrence Arms
The Lawrence Arms
This song originally appeared on the Oil compilation from Thick Records, where it was titled “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been” (from the short story by Joyce Carol Oates of the same name)
A broken record has a thousand answers
To constant contradictions
Your condition
Is flooding through the streets again
Now you've drained your thoughts onto an empty page
With ink as red as blood
Some words were never meant to be
I call this talking to myself
I drew a picture to remind me
Of what you look like when it's raining
You use a lot of heavy words that never get you anywhere
The circumfile needs cycling
Another year has lived and died in blue tangled phone lines
The frequency is frightening
Thirteen lucky numbers dialed
To hear a stranger's voice crying
Now you've drained your thoughts onto an empty page
With ink as red as blood
Some words were never meant to be
Feels like I'm talking to myself
Figure eight
Grind your silver blades
Icy eyes
Have you seen the midnight skies?
Wipe the sleep from your rusting eyes
Fill this room with superstitious smiles, a chorus of our lies
Wipe the sleep from your rusting eyes
I want you to see me for the first time
You're glaring, you're glaring
Jagged lips
I'm dying, I'm dying
To taste your icy eyes
You're glaring, you're glaring
Jagged lips
I'm dying, I'm dying
To taste your icy eyes
Figure eight
Your style is better than your skate
Icy eyes
Can you see through my disguise?
Figure eight
Save a sour twist of fate
Jagged lips
You're glaring, glaring with icy eyes
Joyce Carol Oates Is a Boring Old Biddy was written by The Lawrence Arms.
Joyce Carol Oates Is a Boring Old Biddy was produced by Chris Carr & Lance Reynolds.