Brian Vander Ark - Resurrection (2004) by Brian Vander Ark (보컬) on maniadb.com

Another day of deflating your face into tears.
I shook your mood with the game and a bottle of beer.
The day I fell off of the wagon you threw up your hands in disgust.
Once again you just get the best of me.

Remember you loved to be held, how you loved to be touched.
And anxiously laughed at my jokes just a little too much.
When I was so careful of cursing while you were still nursing your beer.

Now it's a shame but I know that there's really no use for a brand new convertible.
A mile to your parents', a mile to the store.
Turn in our bottles for 10 cent deposits I'll drink us two dollars more.

I don't recall anyone placing a gun to our heads,
We traded a trip 'round the world for a family instead.
Our friend's were dispersing while you were still nursing our boy.

And I knew things had changed when the pet names that you once gave me we soon gave to the pets.
But I still come when you call them just to be sure.

Now there's really no use for a neighborhood cheerleader.
A block party president mowing his lawn,
Whose cabinet is empty with a mind full of nicotine fits.

God I can't make you love me,
Cause I don't have the strength anymore.

There's a million things I'd like to say
But if you'll stay I'll try to hold 'em back a little.
And a million things I'd like to hear before you disappear
And then you raise your voice a little.

It's been a minute and it's no surprise,
That you roll your eyes every time I wanna talk about it.
Another minute you throw up your hands
And then you make demands like you never wanna hear about it.
So let's be clear about it,

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There's a million things I wish you were
But what's for sure is one thing I wish you were not.
I wish you weren't the one to leave me stranded
Here empty handed with a head full of wishes.

There's a million words and I've said none,
I've held them on my tongue and carry them into the evening.
I lie in bed and swallow every word and though it seems absurd,
It's worth it to keep you from leaving.

And in the morning when I lie awake because my insides ache,
I try to get back to a dream about it.
Where every word makes up the air you breathe.
You never think to leave 'cause you know you couldn't live without 'em.
You won't survive without 'em.

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I've been living in here long enough,
Reminds of when times were tough.
'Cause I still think about you every day,
It's like you never really went away.

There were no signs, there were no warnings,
Saying that it's over.
All you left behind was everything.

You hung your favorite picture so you could see it everyday.
Then you went away and then you went away.
Its by the window garden you said you'd water everyday.
Then you went away and then you went away.

It's been a while and i feel alright.
And you can call me day or night
A€?Cause I don't think about you anymore.
In fact some of your things went out the door.

The only words that make me feel better
Are saying that it's over.
All you left behind was everything .

Slipped on the velvet curtains, the ones that you had custom made.
Then you went away and then you went away.
And there's my new best friend, the one you took in as a stray.
Then you went away and then you went away.

Guess it's not over yet,
'cause when I'm ready to forget
I remember where i am.

'Cause there's a photograph that you had put up on display.
Then you went away and then you went away.
And there's a box of letters that had me thinking you would stay.
Then you went away and then you went away.
And there's a coffee table you said would not be in the way.
Then you went away and then you went away
And in the window garden the leaves are falling in decay,
Since you went away and then you went away.

Rise, my love,
Be the one that you are.
Surprise, my love,
I love everything that you are.

You are the lows,
You are the highs,
You're the fears and the pain,
And rest assured we will survive another year.

What's it going to take to redirect us, to reconnect us, resurrect us, yeah.
What's it going to take to perfect us, to reconnect us, resurrect us, yeah.

Rise above
When I am what I am.
Surprise, my love,
You love everything that I am

I am the lows,
I am the highs,
I'm the fears and the pain.
And rest assured we will survive another year.

What's it going to take to redirect us, to reconnect us, resurrect us, yeah.
What's it going to take to perfect us, to reconnect us, resurrect us, yeah.
If we're a problem then we will correct us, reconnect us, resurrect us, yeah.

We are the lows,
We are the highs,
We're the fears and the pain.
We're not some temporary haven in a fierce hurricane.
Bring on the wind, bring on the rain, the thunder, lightning, it's insane.
Bring on the sun, bring on the breeze.

Yeah, we've made it now we're redirected, reconnected, resurrected, yeah.
Every little thing has been perfected, redirected, resurrected, yeah .
Every little problem was corrected, and redirected.
We're resurrected, yeah.
We're taking on the world and unaffected, we're redirected, resurrected, yeah.

As soon as something's popular it's written and erased.
Still I'm watching, I want more though
I have seen it all before where
Bullies hang with pretty boys who pick up girls in corduroys
Who's teeny tops are little tanks they go hip hip hopping to the banks.

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Where imitation is just limitation in disguise.
Sell our souls because the rock just rolled over and died.

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Do you wanna be famous?
Wanna get a taste?
Do you wanna be written and erased?
Do you wanna be faded like the scene in a one hit wonder magazine?
Do you wanna be jaded, self medicated?
Gonna be rehabilitated and then be congratulated.
Oh yeah, you're the one we're looking for.

I don't believe the break you had.
The monumental ache you had.
A game of conscience, tug of war
And we have all been there before
Where bullies become pretty boys with loaded guns and shiny toys
They're busting heads and making noise 'till they're bang bang banging hit the floors.

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Get your pencils, papers, big fat red erasers.
We're all tail-chasers in disguise.

Do you wanna be famous?
Wanna get a taste?
Do you wanna be written and erased?
Do you wanna be faded like your jeans they're gonna be busting at the seams?
Do you wanna be jaded, self medicated ?
Gonna be rehabilitated and then be congratulated?
Oh yeah, you're the one we're looking for.

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Right turn,
The neighborhood is pretty quiet for a weekday.
Left turn,
The same one way to work almost everyday.

Pass by the high school,
A memory rerun
When I was seventeen couldn't wait for twenty-one.
I pass by the church
Where I married you
When you were twenty-one and I was twenty-two.

A stop sign,
A chance to clear my mind before the workday.
Then a right turn
Is where I catch another glimpse of the highway.

So I speed pass the building,
I always wanted to
Since I was twenty-one, almost twenty-two.
If I'd had the nerve,
I'd have quit there before
You turned twenty-three and couldn't take me anymore.

The well known
Sits in a cloud of dust of on this weekday.
My cell phone
Is in about a million pieces on the highway.

Speed down the highway,
Rack up the miles.
One hundred twenty-one, a hundred twenty-two.
Roll down the window,
Roll out the miles.
One hundred twenty-three, a hundred twenty-four.
And straight down the highway,
The road offers no guarantees.
(One thousand twenty-one, one thousand twenty-two.)
Drive through the morning, drive into the sun,
And I'm free.
(One thousand twenty-three, one thousand twenty-four).

Another question
Hangs in midair.
There's an answer,
I know it's out there.

Will anyone be aware
When confetti falls on my empty chair?
Like a one, two punch,
A surprise attack come at dawn.

Will they miss me when I'm gone?

Everyday,
The search seems necessary.
A final play,
A desperate hail mary.

There's so many things that I may have missed.
I hope the answer is as simple as this.
Will my friends be brave
'Till someone plays my favorite song?

Will they miss me when I'm gone?

Take a minute from their lives one by one,
And remember everything I had done?
And everything I'd been?
Or will the world just spin on and on?

Will they miss me when I'm gone?

Who's the very muse for the first drawings in a cave?
Who inspired the requiem that sent him to his grave?

I bet it was someone, I bet it was someone, someone like you.

The recipient of Vincent's ear that left him traumatized,
Who was wrapped in blue leaving Gershwin rhapsodized?

I bet it was someone, I bet it was someone, someone like you.

When I go to bed at night, pray to God that I
Create a masterpiece that's worthy of your ears and of your
Eyes and immortalize you and I
For someone who inquires about the girl where every inspiration lies.

Lennon wrote Please Please Me well before they came stateside.
McCartney wrote for no one but I'm pretty sure he lied.

He wrote it for someone, he wrote it for someone, someone like you.

And if I should die, God forbid that I
Pass away with ideas left in limbo in creative purgatory.
And the day that you pass away,
No one knows that girl happens to be the very girl where every inspiration lay.

Heaven help the world when you're no longer for our eyes.
Heaven rain the colors down to form another prize.

She better be someone, she better be someone, she better be someone, she better someone, she better be someone, she better be someone, someone like you.

You feel like yesterday, all tattered and worn away
And you say you don't care if I leave ya back there.
When you were open wide and let everyone inside
And they left you one by one
When the damage was done.

Well I know what you're thinking..
Sometimes you feel so second hand,
Passed over, left over, and just don't understand.
I guess you gave your best to every one of them.
What a shame you think they came and left you second hand.

You feel like yesterday, tired and torn away.
Though you say you don't care I'm gonna find you somewhere.
Remember who you are, you were always the brightest star
And though you're not shining now,
I'll get you back there somehow

'Cause everyone has been there..
When you feel so second hand,
Passed over, left over, and just don't understand.
I guess you gave your best to every one of them.
What a shame you think they came and left you second hand

And I know what you're thinking,
The lines upon your face
Were left there by the smile that went without a trace

Well I will be there,
We'll get you back to that place

Where you don't feel so second hand,
Passed over, left over, and just don't understand.
I guess you gave your best to every one of them.
What a shame you think they came and left you second hand,
Passed over and left over, ya just don't understand.
I guess you gave your best to every one of them,
What a shame you think they came and left you second hand,
Left you second hand, left you second hand.

The freaks are on the boulevard,
They dream and make believe.
Some will go try to forget
But most forget to leave.

I don't believe in miracles
But I still love this place.
And i should go while I still have,
A smile upon my face.

'Cause it beats you until you concede.
It's a Hollywood ending indeed.

For every last call miracle,
A hundred won't connect.
And I should go while I still have,
A little self respect.

So a round of drinks on me my friends,
I felt famous in this place.
And though you never learned my name,
You recognized my face

I leave them as they bottom-feed.
It's a Hollywood ending indeed.

The freaks are on the boulevard,
None are in disgrace.
But I should go while I still have,
A smile upon my face.

And I'll go while there's blood left to bleed.
It's a Hollywood ending indeed.

A fifteen minute warning,
Brings another belly full of butterflies.
I'm just a child of Jesus,
A stage for my confessions.

And those who come to witness,
Have joints they hide among their cigarettes.
They've been let out of their cages.

What they've spent for their freedom,
Left enough to buy a ticket.
To celebrate what's in the air tonight,
And trade their wars for encores.
Forget the day and fade away.

And to the front row junkies,
There's no such thing as backstage arguments.
Where vanity outrages.

They've enough to buy a ticket,
To celebrate what's in the air tonight.
And trade their wars for encores,
And let the day fade away.

The best shows are all ages.
Left their books in lockers for the night.
To be let out of their cages,
They will borrow beg, steal, and save for,
Enough to buy a ticket,
To celebrate what's in the air tonight .
I'll take the highs with butterflies,
Leave the day fade away.