Legends of Et cetera formed in Baltimore in 2013, when the oldest member was 16 and the youngest 14. They are Serena Miller on guitar and vocals, Graham vonBriesen on bass and vocals, and Jakob Coburn on drums. (Mack Watson, the band's original keyboard player, recently left the group.)
They release their second record on January 6, Serena's 20th birthday.
-Oscar Wilde
Silhouettes
The sea is flecked with bars of grey,
The dull dead wind is out of tune,
And like a withered leaf the moon
Is blown across the stormy bay.
Etched clear upon the pallid sand
Lies the black boat: a sailor boy
Clambers aboard in careless joy
With laughing face and gleaming hand.
And overhead the curlews cry,
Where through the dusky upland grass
The young brown-throated reapers pass,
Like silhouettes against the sky.
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Lyrics
Little lies you say
Little lies make everything ok
Ok
Little lies you spread
Little lies held over my head
My head
Ooh (2x)
Waterfalls
Of little lies you told me off the cuff
Never letting one get back to her
Is it ever enough
Penniless and cold
Penniless with your fucked up ghost in tow
In tow
But it’s more than smoke and mirrors
There’s more than ghosts outside your door I’m sure
I’m sure
Ooh (2x)
Waterfalls
Of little lies you told me off the cuff
Never letting one get back to her
Is it ever enough
Silhouettes
The pretty faces you just can’t forget
A picture frame and some cigarettes
Are all that is left
(Bridge)
Waterfalls
Of little lies you told me off the cuff
Never letting one get back to her
Is it ever enough
Silhouettes
The pretty faces you just can’t forget
A picture frame and some cigarettes
Are all that is left
You really didn't think the Mexicans were going to pay for a wall did you?
No, they're going to build it! :)
El muro viene.
Nah. Lindsey Grahamnesties as far as the eye can see.
Lindsey doesn't have to sign the Bill.
When there's a sh*thole next door, you build a fence.
Showers of SHIT inundate every aspect and facet of life in these United States
Shit is here. Shit is there
Shit is lurking everywhere.
Thiough the smell comes from hell.
You must think it makes you well.
Loving every thing that's bad
Should not feel sad. You must be glad.
If its vile, it has great style.
Hold your water; hold your bile.
Worship of what's gross, obscene
Should make you feel content –– serene.
:)
:P
cheaper than Uber
FT you must have a shitty life.
Everyone should be so blest as to have the beautiful life I am privileged to lead. I count my considerable blessings every day, and thank God for them.
It is the REST of society I worry about –– and rightly so.
HOWEVER,underneath are the Everlastng Arms holding us up above the Pit, and eventually all will be well for those who keep the faith, DESPITE our fractious, perverse, petulant, ungrateful, increasingly bilious Human Nature.
"Showers of SHIT inundate every aspect and facet of life in these United States"
So you're "blest" to not live in the United States? Or you're not alive? Have no human nature? Hyperbolized yourself into an absurdity?
Slash your wrists already.
Point proven, FT.
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