This thread is devoted to songs whose lyrics are in danger of disappearing from the world. Perhaps with our combined efforts, we can save the musical synapse fires of our generation.

<h2>The Lawnchairs</h2> - Moth and Other Tales - <h3>Moth</h3>

behind me in the mirror
i saw the most fantastic explosion
a momentary being constructed from the light
and changing with my movements side to side
this imaginary creature made a flutter and a snap
the crinkle of the plastic it passed by

i widened my eyes and gasped in my temporary surprise
and tiptoed safely to the side
only to discover a disguise
only to discover a disguise

the flapping wings and the ultra-white shine
were not alive
were not alive
were not alive

the photo was a flicker, a chemical release
or neurons fired in my mind
it was not the biggest moth that i ever had seen
but rather a trick
the mirror played on my eye

all things
are somatic
all things
are automatic

like blemishes on the moon
like exit signs in darkened rooms
like cancer paths in quiet tombs
and sad songs with happy tunes

part of a supernova
one hundred floors below us
made up and then covered up.

radiation soaking up

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<h2>Jupiter Sunrise</h2> - Purple Demo - <h3>Heaven and Endless Part II</h3>

On a hillside blessed by songs of hope
and a fire that bleached our souls
on a day that changed our reality
on a day just like today

We stole an hour for food and drink
reminisced about the past
took comfort knowing nothing
in this world will ever last

and I tried to forget that night and your body
but you drew it out of me
and I tried to deny the light in our bodies
but you drew it out of me
what ever happened to us

to us, to the lightening that brings solace to son
may you have your little peace
may your war bring just release
in this way every story goes

mother, if you told me
if you told me I could have saved us
I could have saved us if I'd known
I'll grace our sacrifice with song

and I tried to forget that night and your body
but you drew it out of me
and I tried to deny the light in our bodies
but you drew it out of me
what ever happened to us!

too late for plans and unsettled regrets
shadows are friends if you find one
no, there's no art in this experience
but Beauty is raining kills down from above

we all worship violence and the silence that follows
brings defect and conflicts of spirit
oh my god I am dead in the arms of a mother
who is justice without love

and I tried to forget that night
and I tried to forget that night
and I tried to forget that night

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