H IS FOR HELLGATE – LYRICSBelt of Lights
© 2006 Jamie Henkensiefken (ASCAP)
I frame my life
In your belt of lights
And that’s all it takes
There’s simplicity
In being happy
That will see me through tonight
Everyday
It’s a whole new play
There’s a set for every stage
I know these lines
They’re from my life
But now I stutter when I say
Words from the script
And it is filled
With promises I meant
There’s jeopardy
In being happy
Explosions come from outside
And inside
And everyone
Will raise a glass and start again
We will all pretend we’ll get it right this time
Lines in the Table
I’ll
fill in the blanks so you don’t have to
Articulate
Dress it all up just to take it all off
Hooray
This has never been in
my control
You hold the cards you call the fold
Tally my loss through forced dialog
Oh no
Lines in the table from
where the letter was written
I wish I could have just told you so
What I wanted to say last
Thursday
When you were at my house
It never came out, it’s my fault, I’m a coward
I want you more than that
Description of
the New Art
And when
you said, “please stay here”
Did you mean tonight or forever?
I know you saw me falling hard
Please remember that when I break your heart
Please hear what I’m
saying
My love may have changed shapes
But it’s still here now
I know why you’re hating
You have no choice in making
Love stay fixed now
I need you to be patient
I don’t always know what to think or say
I have made mistakes
And I may make many more
But behind the fights can’t you see I tried so hard?
I crave the dynamic
I can’t handle static
Please believe when I say
I don’t regret a day
Soundtrack to
the Summer
I said
you were evil and you said I was easy, so that’s the score
We’re trashed again on the dance floor
Ignore me now like you did before
I called you the devil
and you turned and danced wit h another girl
If I stir up drama it’s just going to be worse
And you’re not helping when you stop to flirt
The soundtrack to the
summer
I left one love for another
Pulling sense out of insanity
Each glance made it seem easy
I have to say, I feel more alive
I’m very scared, but it’s alright
Scrambled ions messed me up
Loving someone versus being in
I made a little deal with
myself
That I’ll be brave when this goes down
With the lights and noise and people, I can’t think
My heart is totally yours to break
I give a little more than I get back
I’m learning how to stop keeping track
There’s plenty to blame for what messed me up
And yes, I’m feeling bad for what I’ve done
What It Is
I know
I am hidden somewhere in your new design
Scrape and scratch the surface, we can’t wait for in due time
I know I am hidden somewhere in your new design
Mark and split the surface, we can’t wait for in due time
The Next 50 Winters
I can’t
tell you anything you haven’t already heard from Ben Gibbard by now
And I can’t even hear feet over gravel without thinking of the night
you told me you were less sure
If we can weather the
next 50 winters
I can say I was right about us from the beginning
I’ve started to aim high so if or when I fail
It’ll be a spectacular display
I’ll forge ahead if you need to take it day-to-day
I can’t seem to
master the inflection to properly deliver the extent to which you’re
unreal
And all these words I try to string together are a disheveled dusty mess of
junk store clutter, my dear
Lying on your back, I
was on my stomach, you said I was one of the best, and two and three and four
Of all the things I want to hear, just tell me when you are sure
This is How We
Take It Offline
While I
still can see
Visual impressions of continuous motion
Blasted in rapid succession
And manifesting spirit in my asphyxiated attention
Need to know
I’m doing my best to discount the wow and flutter
But there’s a red shift towards something larger
I’m programmed like punch cards, like paper tape
Hack and horripilate
By design
Act, abide
Stop, turn around
Burn that punch card
Fuck shit up
And write that letter that declares,
“You don’t own me, I will
Tear my heart out of my chest
Put it on my sleeve”
Speech is math
In a light-tight box full-duplex with syntax
Red iron oxide aligned in parallel
Can’t countervail the ones and zeros
Or deviate your spot on the signal plate
I Don’t
Lie
You don’t
have to drive
You don’t need the wheel to steer, to ride
It’s better than cruise control
When you let it all go
No one will jump out
There’s nothing to slow us down
From trees or shrubs or out from clouds
You don’t have to drive
Silhouettes
Are all we’ll be
Mars is bright tonight
What a funny red guiding light
Everything I had to say
Crystallized and floated away
Don’t blink, don’t break
Forsake your gift to maintain
Control no matter how many hills may
Roll and roll and roll
Scars Like Stars
With each
breath we take we make ourselves
Continue to fight, throw fists into the night
Hear me, I’m here in your new design
To confirm that I’m really wrong or right
Pulling some sense out of your dirty words
Screaming to make sure that I was heard
Please believe me when you hear me say
Love and/or lust made me act this way
No good news was formed
from your lines
No good news before we say good night
