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i keep saying don't beat yourself down you never had much and never asked for lesss than truth, not promises the truth is i still live in hell treading pools that are shallow when i touch the bottom. the bottle still i reach up although my hands hurt and aim high in a world so confined i'd rather die with my face all torn up wrists in handcuffs with pride than beleive lies i keep saying this time you won't be let down, you've learned to touch, to bond, to share, to act and move, to rebel. the fact is i jus tkeep on talking blindly and you can't relate, i know the game you act like you care when you don't
- Álbum:
- 4 AM Friday
- Over The James
- One Wrench
- Dixie
- Satiate
- Front Porch Stories
- V.M. Live
- Miscellaneous
- 4AM Friday
- Live at the Bottom of the Hill in San Francisco
- V.M.Live Presents...
- The Punk Mob
- 100 Times
- Forward Till Death
- Tapes Suck 2: The Revenge
- The Fall of Richmond
- Liquid Paper, Volume 2
- Heide Sez (Lookout Records 1996 Sampler CD)
- Departure
- Dixie / 4 AM Friday / Over the James