Little Kicks

lyrics for a band that no longer exists.

Little Kicks

 

 

Breaking bottles in the dark

with no shoes on our feet.

The busy sign blinks and we move on.

Ignoring others when they speak,

I'm not rude, I'm just not listening.

I don't feel much like talking.

 

This conversation is going nowhere.

 

A noisy smoke-filled room

feels like home to me.

Dim lights are just more flattering.

The sun becomes my enemy

In the morning, when I'm still drinking.

I don't feel much like sleeping.

Reviews

[THE BLACK SEAL]

i rather enjoyed this one. it was well thought out and the words paint a nice picture of we restless sorts who seemingly delve into the crazier things..lol

[deathcabxcutiex]

I really like this, reminds me a bit of Piebald's "Karate Chops for Everyone But Us" --
Trashed and battered now and passed out on the floor,
Nothing seems to hold my interest anymore.
Bad ideas come in small doses...
Nice to meet you.
We can't wow you with our people skills
We make enemies not friends. Your name again?

BUT, my favorite line in this has to be "Dim lights are just more flattering."

[Gastroc.]

many a morning for me. great piece.

[nokturnal]

Very well written I can really relate to those feelings all to well.