a hundred and eighty one powers

a hundred and eighty one powers

BandFolkRock

It's like being at church, alone.

Biography


Lyrics

Better for You

Written By: Jessica Davenport


Verse 1:
was i born just to love you?

isn't it clear I'm trying to make things better?

I got hopes and you got hopes too

you want the best for me I want
the best for you

Some days I wanna swim until my thoughts run dry; some days I wanna lay real still watch them all wash by

I've got this growing inclination I'll always be misunderstood; but I wanna be better, better for you

Why do these feelings a?lways come in such big waves

Such an urgency i gotta sink or swim

I speak my mind, I just shut up

I question you til were both pissed off

Some days I wanna swim until my thoughts run dry; some days I wanna lay real still watch them all wash by

I've got this growing inclination I'll always be misunderstood; but I wanna be better, better for you

I don't ever seem to understand what's going on

Was I brought up just to be wrong?

Is it my place in this world to stir things up

Start a fight, cause a scene

Some days I wanna swim until my thoughts run dry; some days I wanna lay real still watch them all wash by

I've got this growing inclination I'll always be misunderstood; but I wanna be better, better for you

Go to Sleep

Written By: Jessica Davenport


Rain falls heavy on an empty bar

It runs right by I’m only scarred

Old wounds from a sorted past

Bloods dried up but the pain still lasts

Fairytales are only dreams
Wine was sweet but the headache screams

You linger here with the stale smoke

I hear you whisper don’t hold on hope

And it bites hard, it digs deep

Don’t feel nothing, go to sleep

That Close to Me

Written By: Jessica Davenport

Wrap you’re arms around my neck

Hold me close so I can’t breath

Put your bleeding fingertips

Nestled tight between my knees

Oh I like it when you’re that close to me

Make a little money

Make a little money

Bring it home to me

Put you’re hip next to my hip

Settle in there for the night

I know what you really want

And it’s always satisfaction

Oh I like it when you’re that close to me

Have a little fun

Have a little fun

Bring it home to me

Press your lips against mine

There’s nothing left to say

I will love you ‘til the day

You see me lying in my grave

Oh I like it when you’re that close to me

Go and pick some daisies

Go and pick some daisies

Bring ‘em home to me

Make a little money

Have a little fun

Go and pick some daisies

Bring ‘em home to me

Things I get from You

Written By: Jessica Davenport

Theses little things I get from you

Like stashing bills in drawers

I’m drinking beers ‘til four

Oh I should go to bed

Can’t make it on my own

So I’m picking up the telephone

Oh my friends think I’m insane

Theses little things I get from you

I’m keeping this bar stool warm

Don’t feel like going home

Oh I know I need some sleep

But I’m drinking whiskey slow

Four tops playing on the radio

ain’t to proud to beg

Theses little things I get from you

Finding new ways to forget my debts

Waiting for a chance, it hasn't come yet

I'm not moving from this seat

Dreaming of days that just might of been

Waiting for a chance when I jump back in

Getting drunk again

These little things I get from you

Discography

Cut them into Swans - Winter 2008

Set List

45 min. of original songs: