Teriyaki chicken made by the Teriyaki Boyz from the comfort of their 1980s Volkswagen

Please forgive, I got no desire,
I was warm but you put out the fire.
So don't hold back my tears.

Now you just try to avoid looking me in the face,
not even our thoughts can see eye to eye.
Please let's forget the lies we told ourselves.

I used to dream bout your golden hair,
than November came and we're not the same, anymore,
but I guess we're happy.

Put on your shoes,
let's go for a stroll downtown.
So look out for the monsters,
hiding in corners, living in alleys,
hunting down our dreams.

Let's run in opposite directions,
so if the world is round,
we'll meet again.

And if I fall off a cliff,
no one will catch me,
but if the world's round,
we'll meet again.

And if I drown,
will there be anyone to save me.
But if the world's round,
I'll see you again.

So don't you stop,
we'll meet again.
Don't you turn,
that's not the plan,

And don't blame me,
if I don't make it.
I'm at the pub,
trying to forgive and forget.

Broken birds break free from all hurtful words

Fly over the tall trees,
reach the clouds, follow your dreams.
Clipped wings won't stop the act,
just the will is enough to keep you up.

Getting high alone is one way to lose control,
crashing down, time for recovery,
the wings won't grow back,
but there will be a way.

To be free is to live,
and to live you need to be happy,
how can one give up happiness,
just because of an obstacle.
Is it crazy to want to fly,
if it looks impossible.

Why not aim for greatness,
Like an arrow, cut through the wind,
go against the invisible odds,
and hit the mark.
So fly over little bird,
you don't need wings nor feathers,
follow your heart,
don't give in.

Silent sounds of quiet quirky quiffs

Spent my destiny trying to find someone like you,
went through a decade worth of decaying decoys,
oing downhill with the destroyed disguise.

Spent my love on hoarding hordes of hatred,
yet just like heather hills you're calming for my mind.

And I, need to get away,
so why, keep on lying to my face. |

So this house was built by ordinary men and women,
powering through hustles while we sip on rum,tonic,gin and wine.

Let's hide, in hives of people in our lives.
Let's run, we can hide in the sky tonight.

Scouting scourge counting down our minutes,
downing dining dills just to end the painful hunger.
Now my, impressive impulsive impressions,
are shaping the state of my inspired mind.
These nights, haunted by hungry heathen thoughts.

Cant't wait to drink reality's deadly decorative dye.