J Church Lyric Book: W

Waiting On The Ground / War / What Could I Have Done / What SHould I Do? / What We Talk About When We Talk About Love / Where Eagles Dare / Where The Trains Go / Who Killed Pasolini? / Why I Liked Bikini Kill / William Tell Suicide Note / Winter Comes Again / Without A Single Word / Wonderful

 

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z 0-9

 

 

Waiting On The Ground

Available on Altamont 99 singles collection CD, Arbor Vitae LP/CD, The Ecstasy Of Communication CD, Waiting On The Ground 7", You Think You're Cool CD

Everyone's singing the white boy blues,
Haven't they heard the news?
You can't get away with that attitude until you've paid your dues,
You're writing us checks on an empty account,
We know what you're all about,
All of the style with none of the substance,
It's all smoke and mirrors

It's my favorite shade,
It's a black and white,
Your fascination with telescopes won't let you see the light,
Telescopes won't let you see the light,
Telescopes won't let you see the light

Playing in basements and playing in clubs,
Playing wherever you can,
Touring the States eight hours a day,
In a shitty, fucked up, rental van,
Feeling like crap and eating shit,
Living on next to nothing,
Go back home to your shitty job,
I don't feel that I owe you anything

You can't turn around,
It's too late for that now,
Don't expect to see your friends waiting on the ground,
Don’t expect to see them on the ground,
Friends are only friends when you're around

 

 

War

Available on Split 7" with Petrograd. Lyrics not yet available. Original version by Zounds.

 

 

What Could I Have Done

Available on Prophylaxis bonus 7" (live version), Quetzalcoatl LP/CD, She Has No Control 7"

I remember when we said goodbye,
I didn’t know it would be the last time I’d see you alive,
I never had your fear of death,
But a certain fear of what I don’t expect

And I do see what’s in front of me,
Now I ask myself the same old things,
What could I have done?
What could I have said?
Before I read in the paper that you were dead

You never liked the things I had to say,
Now every ideology has melted away,
As I sing this song again and again and again,
All of the meaning has jumped to its end

And I do see what’s in front of me,
And I ask myself the same old things,
What could I have done?
What could I have said?
Before I read in the paper that you were dead

There are skeletons in the closet,
And there are roaches in the kitchen sink,
And I can’t go back to that house,
There are too many memories there left for me

And I do see what was in front of me,
And I ask myself the same old things,
What could I have done?
What could I have said?
Before I read in the paper that you were dead,
You were dead

 

 

What Should I Do?

Available on Altamont 99 singles collection CD, Slanted CD, Split 7" with Discount (as What Will I Do)

Now what should I do?
A shoebox full of photographs,
Sometimes I look and have to laugh,
Can’t bring myself to throw them in the trash

Now what should I do?
Drenched another handkerchief,
Look at yourself, you’re a wreck,
When will you get over it?

Now what should I do?
I call you on the phone,
Hope and pray to God that you’re not at home,
Don’t want to think that you’re all alone

Now what should I do?
The phone rings around 9 o’clock,
Hadn’t noticed that the lights were off,
Anticipation is not enough

 

 

What We Talk About When We Talk About Love

Available on The Horror Of Life LP/CD.

Wasted days, barely awake,
They stare at each other with nothing to say,
Five long years and it's come to this,
Love has turned to shit,
He doesn't know what she knows,
Or if any of their friends know,
Her lifeless hug sends her miles away,
His secret is really nothing

He's been gone for some time now,
She doesn't care, she's all alone,
He's been gone for some time now,
He just let it all fall

Wasted days, barely awake,
The television slowly rots your brain away,
He stopped caring years ago,
He forgets he's all alone,
His affair was nothing after all,
He stares at the wall,
Years and years of a silent house is much worse after all

He's been gone for some time now,
She doesn't care, she's all alone,
He's been goin' for some time now,
He just let it all fall

Wasted days, barely awake,
His mind is in decay,
Her last words were, "you stupid fuck, you want to be alone",
He was happy to prove her right,
He was happy to forget his life,
Pain is always fleeting,
But regret can last forever

He's been gone for some time now,
She doesn't care, she's all alone,
He's been goin' for some time now,
He just let it all fall

 

 

Where Eagles Dare

Available on Seishun Zankoku Monogatari CD. Lyrics not yet available. Original version by The Misfits.

 

 

Where The Trains Go

Available on One Mississippi LP/CD.

I've never seen fireflies,
It doesn't affect most of my life,
The rings of Saturn might as well be lies,
Take off your coat and stay a while,
Caffeine and sugar to analyze,
We can talk 'til sunrise,
Sunrise, above all else,
Comes as no surprise

And I don't know where the trains go,
Should I just assume "away" is good enough a reason?
What do you know, San Francisco?
Maybe I'm just looking for a non-existent feeling

I can't stand the quiet night,
The sweetly humming electrical wires,
Static electricity, static lullabies,
The radio whispers my desire,
A poignant, washed-out attitude,
It's sincere and absolute,
It's finished here,
Go to bed dear

And I don't know where the trains go,
Should I just assume "away" is good enough a reason?
What do you know, San Francisco?
Maybe I'm just looking for a non-existent feeling

 

 

Who Killed Pasolini?

Available on Seishun Zankoku Monogatari CD, Split 7" with The Plungers. Lyrics not yet available.

 

 

Why I Liked Bikini Kill

Available on Prophylaxis LP/CD, The Ecstasy Of Communication CD, The Precession Of Simulacra CD (alternate version), V.M. Live Presents J Church 7" (live version), V.M. Live Presents ... Vol. 4 compilation (live version)

You think you’ve got a lot to say and I’ve got a lot to hear,
You don’t hear a thing,
Your defenses are acting up,
It’s some surprise to me,
You don’t hear a thing

You don’t care about what they’re doing,
You just want to have an opinion,
Look at yourself,
You don’t do nothing

Drunk on wine,
Saving time,
I remember the first time...

You’re so scared of alienation,
You’re so scared of segregation,
You don’t hear a thing,
You write your words with a poison pen,
It’s some surprise to me,
You don’t hear a thing

You don’t care about what they’re doing,
You just want to have an opinion,
Look at yourself,
You don’t do nothing

Drunk on wine,
Saving time,
I remember the first time...

 

 

William Tell Suicide Note

Available on Keskideez Volume 1 split 7", My Favourite Place 7"/CDEP

You make your claim; required reading,
The glazed pork demands more, he thinks it's a feeling,
You make your claim, your mind reeling,
You're sick on his prick, your mind congealing

Tried burning out and living in the darkest room,
You'll find me at the house all day,
Tried losing out, but losers can be fools,
There's got to be another way

I've seen it all before,
Nothing doing anymore

Starry eyed and contrived...
We'll burn you library,
Outrageous is contagious but not philosophy,
My slander is a noble gesture to avenge a murdered wife,
So sad, you're dead,
Could you have been alive

Tried burning out and living in the darkest room,
You'll find me at the house all day,
Tried losing out, but losers can be fools,
There's got to be another way

I've seen it all before,
Nothing doing anymore

Tried burning out and living in the darkest room,
You'll find me at the house all day,
Tried losing out, but losers can be fools,
There's got to be another way

 

 

Winter Comes Again

Available on How 2B Punk, Volume 1 compilation (live version), Meaty, Beaty, Shitty Sounding singles collection CD, P101 zine #4 compilation, Turn To Stone CDS

In the end, winter comes again,
And I won't allow myself,
To entertain last season's morbid thoughts,
She's waiting in the rain,
Said "Meet me by the train",
It's Christmas time, we're going to get away

Turn the key, open the door,
You don't want to see my face any more,
Fading like the snow to rain,
Turn the key, open the door,
You don't want to see my face any more,
Fading like the snow to rain

[He's putting it all to?] experience,
[There's a good locked door]?,
Through the windows, triggering alarm codes,
Set a pitch for his love,
Gets a bullet in the chest,
He tries to recall her face as his socks are damp with blood

Turn the key, open the door,
You don't want to see my face any more,
Fading like the snow to rain,
Turn the key, open the door,
You don't want to see my face any more,
Fading like the snow to rain

Winter comes again,
Father Christmas drunk on gin,
Can't bring himself to face the world again,
She's waiting in the rain,
Said "Meet me by the train",
It's Christmas time, we're going to get away

Turn the key, open the door,
You don't want to see my face any more,
Fading like the snow to rain,
Turn the key, open the door,
You don't want to see my face any more,
Fading like the snow to rain

 

 

Without A Single Word

Available on Altamont 99 singles collection CD, Arbor Vitae LP/CD, Slanted CD

You can watch the stills,
Watch it happen just outside of Munich,
Or any major city (for that matter),
Throughout Germany and Poland,
The oxygen changes with each progressing photo,
You can see it in his face,
In this snuff documentary

Without a single word you walk through the dead museum,
Impressed yet unimpressed at the same time

"Why would you want to go there?",
They ask at the front desk,
I may not believe in Anne Frank,
But I still believe it happened,
It's a concentration,
Of daily execution,
Its only contradiction,
A denial of involvement

You don’t want to go there,
You don’t want to go there

Without a single word you walk through the dead museum,
Impressed yet unimpressed at the same time

 

 

Wonderful

Available on Split album with Storm The Tower

Now that she’s gone put her things on the lawn,
The things that you don’t really want,
A yard sale on Sunday, with furniture and everything,
She’s been gone now for a month

I think it’s sad and all,
That might be wonderful,
But just like the rest of the world,
I’m nothing at all

Sit in your lawn chair, chat with the ‘shoppers’,
Vodka and tonic in a jar,
Sink into the shuffle of the happy young couples,
In 20 years will they be where you are?

I think it’s sad and all,
That might be wonderful,
But just like the rest of the world,
I’m nothing at all