Lifes Only Lesson

Lifes Only Lesson

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Passionate lyrics, memorable guitar riffs and powerful vocals define this Newport News rock band. Currently touring in support of their second full length album, The Dark House. No other band brings the same energy to the stage. A truly memorable act to see.

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Record Label: 
Pacific Records
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Lyrics

May 10

Written By: Mike Borak/Life's Only Lesson

This is how all the famous stories start: a boy, a girl, in love. You’re having trouble keeping both feet flat on the ground, can’t stand to hang around this town. This place is always all about growing up and getting out. I think you put too much faith in looking like you’re feeling in control. It’s a picture perfect tragedy - I wait for you, you wait for me. I’m having trouble making up my mind. Now it’s eleven o’clock and I’m climbing up to your window; I’m biting my tongue, trying to think this through. Now it’s eleven o’clock and I’m climbing up to your window. Should I wake you up or are you safer asleep in your bed?

This is how all the famous stories start: a boy, and a girl with a broken heart. He’s standing outside all alone in the dark. This is you, but this is me: I want a room with a window facing east; I want to know if you think he’s better than me; I want a lie. I think you owe me that at least. This is what you wanted. This is what you get.

Traffic jam; the palm of her hand is pressed deep inside of mine. In a revealing red dress, her hair is a mess, and still she smiles.

485 to Summer

Written By: Mike Borak/Life's Only Lesson

Smell of sweat and jealousy, I want to hold you down; I want to break open your skin. She puts her hand through the open window, says, “I think I know what you mean.” It’s a crime scene in the making. The evidence is blood and fingerprints. Innocence you always saw this coming, brown eyes that hide you know it all this time. Standing outside, 4 85 leaning on summer – I wish I were there. (We are).

Smell of sweat and jealousy. “I’m sorry,” she says. “I’m a wreck, I’m a hopeless mess” Te colors move all across her face. Cheap wine and sex and sharing body heat. The same scene written backwards, now she’s breathing slow and sliding on her dress.

Would you wait to hear me out.

Call Me West Coast Glory

Written By: Andy Bell/Life's Only Lesson

Tonight, I’ll answer your questions of life if I can. I’ll try not to smile. Tonight, I’ll sing for the girls in white dresses, all tattered and torn. But that’s me; I adore your innocence. Let me whisper in your ear, all the lies that I’ve kept from you, just so soft, so that you can’t understand, and you can’t make them out – so sweet and sincere. I will write you a postcard, from the west to the east coast, now you will see that as hard as you try, as hard as you read, the ink still smears. See now sweet-heart – hold your breath – now is the moment you’ve been waiting for. Can I make you blush? Can I make you smile? Live with me a lie tonight.

It sounds so wrong, but it feels so right. Place you’re hands on your ears; you can’t live this tonight. Shut you’re eyes, feel the moment, as the waves crash to shore like you’ve been there before – swear I’ve been here before. Pull you in, brush the hair to the side of your face as we kiss for the first time.

Adderall

Written By: Mike Borak/Life's Only Lesson

It started out on a dead end road over Poquoson, where I held your attention. I bent my words to buy a smile on your lips. I’ve been coming up with a thousand reasons why today is the best day of my life, and they all start with you. At the edge of the world I touched your hand; I felt your fingers, the familiar weight in mine.

I can still feel the warmth of your naked body on my skin, and I don’t want it to go away, but I’m afraid that I might forget. And then there’s nothing left of you and I except the summer dusk crashing through the window, and the dark blue sky.

At the edge of the world I felt beneath your skin what I’ve been missing, and this is it: the hour that I fear, the hour I have waited for. The highway stretches miles and miles on end. Emotion soaked in Adderall, I’m down to my last line, but all that I can think to write is: if this is so meaningless tell me why are you crying? I know you don’t know, after all, I’ve been trying to tell you.

But I’m watching my thoughts as my words move sideways. I have, only left to say: that I’ve been talking to ghosts trying to find the reason why I feel faded, and I’m lying here wide awake. At the edge of the world I saw you in shades of fading light, with only an hour left; at the edge of the world I tried to build you, with the pieces in my mind, to find, that I can’t remember - I can’t remember how it started out: on a dead end road in Poquoson, where I was you, and you were me.

Heroic

Written By: Mike Borak/Life's Only Lesson

We are invincible, and I am God. Falling faster through the atmos(fear) I’m falling down. This room is white; I’ve covered the walls, made you need this medicine; I drew pretty little pictures in your skull. And I am: all that you want. I’ve already designed your fall. So I said “Hello there my darling dear (I think I’ve seen you before).” Then we find out, in the end, that you were nothing but a fuck, nothing but a mirror for my hurt.

We are invincible and I’ll burn out my eyes. When you pray to God, you’ll pray for death, but I’ll keep you alive. This hope that I hope to hold, but I know that I won’t. We are invincible.

Discography

Dear Audrey (2006) - Self recorded LP, recieving heavy play on local weekly podcast station "Pirate Radio"

The Dark House (2007) - Pacific Records - Recorded at Love Juice Labs in San Diego California.

Set List

Heroic
May 10
485 to Summer
Slow Song
The Bridge
Puddles
Stage Right
Adderall
February Cold
Call Me West Coast Glory
Lucky #7