Category: W - LINDSAY WHITE

LYRICS

People often ask where they can find lyrics, so I compiled 10+ years worth of songs into one location! I even included some of the tunes I consider to be hot garbage clunkers, just for the fun of documenting the journey. If you'd like to support my songwriting, please download my music on iTunes, add songs to your Spotify Playlists, subscribe to my Youtube channel, and/or purchase physical copies of CDs wherever possible. These contributions help me sustain my career as an independent artist.

What the Wind Feels Like (When it Stops Blowing)

1/31/2020

1. the sky is a beautiful february pink
the same color as your casket
each time this time of year rolls around
it makes me stop and think about
how hearts are couches covered up in plastic

CH
and i don’t know if i can
keep going i just
keep wondering
what the wind feels like
what the wind feels like
when it stops blowing

2. my lungs are a dutiful pulmonary pink
the same color of your cheeks in the last hours
each time this time of year rolls around
it makes me stop and think about
how lungs are vases watering wilting flowers

CH

When that Idiot Wind Starts to Blow

4/7/2018

i've had enough of you
i've had enough of you
i sure wish your mouth came with some glue
cause i've had enough of you

it's not what you say but the way that you state it
it's not what you serve up but the way that you plate it
i'm already fed up 'fore i see the menu
yes i've had enough of you

you're like a book i can't read
you're like a book i can't read
the day i put you down was the day i was freed
yeah you're like a book i can't read

each word so much worse than the last
i curse every page and skim past
all this stuff, it's just fluff, a marshmallow stampede
yeah you're like a book i can't read

i concur with your scorn for my cynical ways
it's a lazy and boring disguise
but the soapbox you stand on takes up too much space
and it's taking a toll on the roll on my eyes

when that idiot wind starts to blow
when that idiot wind starts to blow
i always take it as my cue to go
when that idiot wind starts to blow

i don't like to watch when the emperor streaks
or the way that the breath of a bragging man reeks
i'm covering my eyes i'm plugging my nose when that idiot wind starts to blow
yeah, i always take it as my cue to go when that idiot wind starts to blow

What Even is Life?

8/4/2017

is it a wall, is it a well, is it a building or a bridge?
sometimes it’s hard for me to tell what fucking structure even is
is it a snake in the grass, is it a flower in the weeds?
what does it take, what does it ask,
what does it give, what does it need?

what even is life?
just a place to live and die
find someone to love and say goodbye?
what even is life?

call me godless, call me faithless, call me a sinner, call me brainless
call me devil, call me rival, point to pages in your bible
preach of gold up in the heavens, warn of flames that burn in hell
go ahead, pretend to be an expert on shit you don’t know so well

what even is life?
just a car you don’t know how to drive
and you’ll never make it out alive?
what even is life?

is it kind of arbitrary but a little bit on purpose?
time is precious and it’s scary but it’s make-believe and worthless
are we ignorant, are we brilliant, are we fixed or are we fluid?
are we floating on forever, are we rotting where we’re rooted?

what even is life?
just a place that we call home
live together and die alone?
what even is life?

Would You Want Me?

3/21/2017

if i wore all the bells, if i blew all the whistles
if i drew the parallels, if i called my officials
would you want me? would you want me?

if i cashed a bigger check, if i cooked a better dinner
if i slept more or less, if i went to bed a winner
would you want me? would you want me?

if i lost all the weight, if i started medication
if i stopped to meditate, if i understood creation
would you want me? would you want me?

Well Enough Alone

1/9/2017

so you're not speaking, you don't like the way your voice quakes
but you're teaching your children
with every sound that you don't make
so you're not marching, you don't like it when your feet ache
but your children are watching every step that you don't take

it's not good enough to leave well enough alone
they got weapons of war, we got pens, shoes, and microphones
do you love enough to not leave well enough alone?

so you're not giving, you don't really have a dime to spare
but your children are invested in a future that you won't share
so you're not searching, you'd rather play your trump card
but your children are hurting with every fact that you disregard

Worried Wheat

7/15/2015

i feel unshakeable sadness
i feel unbreakable guilt
everybody’s just sitting on their axis
it’s just the way my axis tilts
i think a lot about life
i think a lot about death
everybody’s trying to do what’s right
with the life that they got left

won’t you tell me what would you rather be
the careless chaff or the worried wheat

i’m losing my sense of direction
i’m losing my will to proceed
done running for reelection
im ready to concede

who am I to call this hurting
who am I to be afraid
sometimes your blessing is a burden
sometimes a feather is a weight when you're the worried wheat

i will get on the saddle
i hope this horse can swim
right now i don't even want to paddle
i’ll be better in the morning

Whiplash

8/12/2013

i find myself crossing a pair of my fingers
could it be a wish or a lie
is it oncoming peace or despair that lingers
in each breath of a chest-heaving sigh
the tremors that shake me after the quake
break me down cause they signify
that last little shift in a continent drift
the moment the end just passes you by

why does the whiplash hurt more than the impact?
the ache in your head makes you realize the glass cracked
life flashed through your eyes, but you're alive, still
if the crash doesn't get you the whiplash will

the sight of your nose throws me back in my chair
i only knew noses could smell
jumped geronimo style from way up in the air
it might have been brave, but i'm still scared as hell
the parachute pull has rattled my skull
i fumble for ways to propel
will gravity greet the ground with my feet
it usually does, but you never can tell

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Write a Wrong

6/16/2013

the scarlet letter's getting redder
the fingers are a-waggin'
the allegory in this story's got me feeling bilbo baggins
fighting feably to defeat fucking firebreathing dragons
seeking proof in fiction cause the truth has turned to fractions

it's what the people need
one deceptive dimension
stab it til it bleeds or no one will pay attention
give 'em what they want, a filthy little spectacle
a crucible is suitable, only when the noose is full
of someone else's neck

the mockingbird won't say a word
but you keep trying to kill it
the conviction in your diction grabs my will and tries to steal it
but i'll push my pen into your brain, my tongue behind it strong
the ink won't sink in just a blink
it takes time to write a wrong

Words Against the Wall

8/23/2012

*co-written with Veronica May

the synapse fails to connect
i thought i was being direct
hope is slowly dying
but confusion's ever-growing
the neurons fire away
receptors aren't willing to play
what's the use in trying
always feels as though i'm throwing

words against the wall
you're not hearing them at all
now there's something that
you are missing
words against the wall
you're not hearing them at all
all i need was for you to listen

the brain and the heart won't shake hands
i never know where my arrow lands
days into years, you're reaping what you're sowing
i look in the mirror and i see you
genetic's pathetic attempt to show proof
am i ringing in your ears
always feels as though i'm throwing

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Warmer Weather

11/23/2011

everyone’s putting on their mittens and gloves
but we’re still holding hands cause we’re smitten with love
everyone’s bundled up for a day in the snow
but we’re just staying warm underneath the mistletoe

who needs warmer weather
with you and me together
honey i will never be cold
who needs warmer weather
i’ve got you to hold

everyone’s huddled round the fire to feel the heat
but we’re still laying in bed cause you’re warming up my feet
everyone’s wrapping both hands around their coffee mug
but we’re all tied up in a cozy Christmas hug