Lyrics to Sydney Stone

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Our new web site is under construction. While we build it (and a home for all of our lyrics) we'll post here the lyrics for Sydney Stone.

SYDNEY STONE
Drink 'til you're ten feet
Tall and bulletproof, too.
Kiss off some car.

From the beam to the sports Aud,
To Lower Downtown.
Bar Crowd.

Pushing chairs against the doors.
Cornflakes scattered on the floor.

Here come the cop knocks
Chased by the news trucks
It's bad luck

Furniture against the door.
Sleeping bags over windows.
You shot your chow then you wrote:

Syndey Stone, I'm leaving you
The same thing you'd have taken,
Everything. Sydney, fight my family.
Every one of them abandoned.
I never thought to God he'd died
And Peter knows I wasn't driving.

Mother's chair against the door.
Gambo's blood trail on the floors.
You wrote your will into your gun.
Can you kill what you have done?

Chopper writes about a Good Man

Friday, February 08, 2008

The songs Urbia and Sydney Stone both trace roots to the same man in Chopper's latest blog.