Có 11 tác phẩm của tác giả Fairweather

 Alaska 

 Fairweather | 13 năm trước
Pay for country trails A good distraction Is what I got to. I've got this corner window I've got five days of winter this routine whitewall It takes All This…

 Concrete Atlas 

 Fairweather | 13 năm trước
this town is a ghost town, of funerals and lets downs. The list of dead goes on and on and on. The sidewalks ache from the weight of holding, up…

 Letter Of Intent 

 Fairweather | 13 năm trước
You break down systematically when everything is black and white and red was making up for giving in enough to sleep at night? You must be tired now from days…

 Mercer Island 

 Fairweather | 13 năm trước
you talk talk talk of how you're looking forward. But it's not changing anything. You don't see that where you were is where you are, no matter what the situation…

 Slow To Standing 

 Fairweather | 13 năm trước
Forcing this to bend until breaking it apart. Supposing this doesn't have to be anymore than thought. For now it's not, and if I could just talk to you, and…

 The Treachery Of Images 

 Fairweather | 13 năm trước
the volume is up again. Closing the spaces left within this room. To watch instead, it's light somehow will wash this out, this image, from playing out with programmed time.…

 Burn Bridges Keep Warm 

 Fairweather | 13 năm trước
no interest in this motion. It's leading us too far, don't react and it's all, I know that there's no right way to... words failing. We're breeding sour ends, far…

 I Dread The Time When Your Mouth Begins To Call Me Hunter 

 Fairweather | 13 năm trước
I must confess that nothings changed for now. While knives that line sweet conversations still find a way, into our beds while we sleep. Can't you see that there's an…

 Lusitania 

 Fairweather | 13 năm trước
This tension is growing along with us, holding out, we feel it, It stays through storms and summers now, with no end. These days seem to shorten when you stand…

 Silent Jury 

 Fairweather | 13 năm trước
I'm waking up because of smelling salts that I've been given. Well that formula for caving in has now seceded, from a courthouse filled with empty judges. You've got a…

 The Culling Song 

 Fairweather | 13 năm trước
and now it seems so odd to me that I believed in anything, will this winter hold let go in spring? Becoming more than how I'm viewing everything. This is…