J Church
on dying alone
I'm shaping shy shame into words,
I'm tongue tied, left mouth dried and absurd,
I know I can't drink it away
You couldn't have been anyone,
If I could choose from anyone...,
I'm painting lime in shades of gray
If I believed then I would pray
That things would always stay the same,
I know we're changing every day,
I'm still afraid of dying alone,
Is it absurd? I just don't know,
My luck says I'll end up that way
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- Miscellaneous
- Quetzalcoatl
- She Has No Control
- Open Road: The Allied Years (1992–1997)
- Nostalgic for Nothing
- J Church / Storm the Tower - Split EP
- How to Be Punk, Volume 1
- Return of the Read Menace
- The Precession of Simulacra - The Map Preceeds the Territory
- Five Years on the Streets
- Yellow, Blue and Green
- Camels, Spilled Corona and the Sound of Mariachi Bands
- One Mississippi
- The Drama of Alienation
- Mailorder is FUN!
- Arbor Vitae
- The Year of the Rat
- Prophylaxis
- Analysis, Yes, Very Nice
- Society Is a Carnivorous Flower