Nightingale
By Saves The Day
And I will flail under these lights,
That seep down from the bitter sky tonight
And I will kick, and beat my wrists together
And feel an ocean breathing waves,
Feel them licking at my face
Ceilings don’t exist, and there are no floors beneath me
If I were king of this night, would you become my queen?
And I hope, your majesty, that you like your position
I’ll do everything I can, to keep you by my side
And I’ll stare off through the darkness, to find us a kingdom
Just kiss me before I go
I’ll have to walk a thousand miles
Just to find the ground deserving of your feet
You could throw me down, and walk on me
And I’d just look on through my love, and through the haze
And I hope, your majesty, that you like your position
I’ll do everything I can, to keep you by my side
And I’ll stare off through the darkness, to find us a kingdom
Just kiss me before I go
The nightingales are singing now
They’re calling out our marriage
To our subjects on their knees
Their jewelery is thrown into the air
They sigh at their release
As their shackles hit the ground
The trumpets call out now
We’re home at last
And I hope, your majesty, that you like your position
I’ll do everything I can, to keep you by my side
And I’ll stare off through the darkness, to find us a kingdom
Just kiss me before I go
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Overboard
By Ryan Johnston
Was it something that we engraved,
Or was it carved into us?
At bedtime, forever loved
Hanging onto the tail, of tales
If we could be a part of it
If we could feel the love..
And if things didn’t work out,
Could we become what we let go?
Could we let it go?
Was it speechless?
Calling feeling to that control
Was it everything, that you’d hoped for?
Leaving estranged,
All you knew were strangers
Leaving what you recall
Ending, broken down
Never on board,
But you’ll go over one
You’ll go over
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Mud Hill
By Samiam
Car windows icing over
Speaking steam, with your breath
Through the floating strands of your hair
Am I just like the rest?
You say you don’t want anyone, or anything
Say this hurts you too
I wouldn’t bother, but this means everything to me
So spare me now
Rehearse the words you say
Repeat them again, as you see my driveway
While searching for something more
Beyond this lonely hill
I pretend to hear you
Act as if I understand
I try to convince you, I don’t hate you
But it’s hard to do
You say you don’t want anyone, or anything
Say this hurts you too
I wouldn’t bother, but this means everything to me
So spare me now
Rehearse the words you say
Repeat them again, as you see my driveway
While searching for something more
Beyond this lonely hill
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Ghosts Of Fallen Stars
By Ryan Johnston
Shoreline, cloak and dagger sky, clear when you could see
Both of us moving now, drifting wreckage in the waves
And the current beneath us breathes, like an underwater wind
Pulling you away from me
On these Summer nights, with a kingdom fast asleep
The ghosts of fallen stars, haunt a restless galaxy
Like a cemetery view, from a window in your room
Endings are all I see
Old photographs, they dangle on a string
Frozen imagery, hooked to summertime dreams
A picture that you carved, never moving from your arm
Anchored to memories
Spring is a waiting room,
Waiting for a turn
Winters heavy eyes
Falling like her crown
She’ll leave with an avalanche
Gaining weight and speed
A suicidal drive
Always instilled in me
And I’m, daydreaming again
Something, that I have never been
And there is no order here
Nothing left for me
The cadence to my heart
Seems to have lost it’s beat
There are no time machines
No needles or thread
Only broken glass
That won’t reflect or mend
And I’m, unable to stay afloat
A heavy chest, gold turned into stone
And I will ponder this
You’ll fall for someone else
I will mourn the loss
Of what to you, does not exist
I’m on the ocean floor
You’re shining through the waves
You cemented my heart
Something, that is permanent
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Cemetery Road
By Elevator Division
You and I, and no one else
I thought you were the one
I thought you were the one
A time we’d never need God’s help
I thought you were the one
I thought you were the one
Impatience got the best of us
But love is never wrong
If it’s love, it’s never wrong
Our bodies joined, and became as one.
But how could that be wrong?
If it’s love, it can’t be wrong
Now I’m walking alone
Where the trees bend overhead
Down Cemetery Road
There’s a beautiful silence,
That keeps me alone
Where the trees bend overhead
Down Cemetery Road
There’s a beautiful silence,
That keeps me hanging on
It keeps me hanging on
It’s strange, the claims that lovers make
To promise to always be anything
Is to promise the impossible
Yeah, it’s strange the claims that lovers make
To promise to always be anything
Is to promise the impossible
We promise the impossible
We wish for the impossible
We pray for the impossible
We wait for the impossible
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Meet Me In Montauk
By Circa Survive
Leave just as you came (without a sound),
Nothing to ruffle your ends.
I’ve been wandering around,
Making up movies in my head
So we say don’t let it go,
Let me try and pull out pride
I already forget how I used to feel about you
Leave as fast as you came, no invitation
Nowhere to go from here.
I’ve been wandering around,
Wondering how I got so, got so, so fucking boring
All the sudden, so fucking scared… I’m not scared.
You’d mean so much more to me if I remembered.
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Picture-less - By Ryan Johnston
There wasn’t a sound
As it spilled onto the ground
I couldn’t run away
And I knew you wouldn’t stay
The sun bled through winter trees
Without the tourniquet of summer leaves
There was the brightest light
Lighting seared the bleeding sky
Sealing a night so dark
I knew it would always live on
And I would burn alive
Just to be there one more time
If you’d meet me before the fall
When the mirror reflected smiles
Not a million broken eyes
One for every time I tried
The blood on the glass is mine
Asleep, and dreaming of the rain
That washed those things away
That night you came to stay
Darkness litters my thoughts
Looking for the road we lost
The best of times we made
Crumbled bread to mark the trail
But the Ravens stormed like a black hurricane
And they swept that place away
And I would burn myself alive
Just to be there one more time
If you could meet me on top of the wall
Before the mirror was the floor
And reflections were so much more
Than bleeding out in broken glass
Asleep, and dreaming in the rain
Washing all those nightmares away
Every moment next to you
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Burn
By The Cure
“Don’t look don’t look” the shadows breathe
Whispering me away from you
“Don’t wake at night to watch her sleep
You know that you will always lose
This trembling adored
Tousled bird mad girl… “
But every night I burn
Every night I call your name
Every night I burn
Every night I fall again
“Oh, don’t talk of love.” The shadows purr.
Murmuring me, away from you.
“Don’t talk of worlds that never were.
The end, is all that’s ever true.
There’s nothing you can ever say.
Nothing you can ever do… “
Still, every night I burn
Every night, I scream your name
Every night I burn,
Every night, the dream’s the same
Every night I burn,
Waiting for my only friend
Every night I burn,
Waiting for the world to end
“Just paint your face,” The shadows smile.
Slipping me, away from you.
“Oh, it doesn’t matter how you hide.
Find you, if we’re wanting to.
So slide back down, and close your eyes.
Sleep a while, you must be tired… “
But every night I burn,
Every night, I call your name
Every night I burn,
Every night, I fall again
Every night I burn,
Scream the animal scream
Every night I burn,
Dream the crow black dream
Every night I burn,
Scream the animal scream
Every night I burn
Dream the crow black dream
Dreaming the crow black dream
Dreaming the crow black dream
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Wish
By Ryan Johnston
Lights for darkened times
Ghosts floating in the clouds
Nightmares wrapped in dreams
Sewn to fit the memories
Stowaway, transplant hearts
Running out of oxygen
A Shipwrecked destiny
In a constellation sea
Falling like an echo
Twisted fairy tales
Singing me to sleep
To the bone-yard underneath
Lighting up darkened eyes
Ghosts blowing in the wind
Stars fall tauntingly
Never wish a thing, again
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February’s Stare
By Ryan Johnston
Valentine moon,
Starstruck in your arms
Reeling in the night,
But never you. Never you.
February’s sickness,
Contagious, like your stare
I would say goodbye
But you were never really there
Never there…
You lived inside me once
And I would breathe you in like air
But distance killed the best of us
And time is a scar, not a souvenir
You and I, we lived
Weightless, in those times
Of summer soaked ideas
Glinting like a fire in your eyes
You and I, we died
Wasted, in the days
With the rigid winter air
Of slow motion afternoons
In the month, both of us were born
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Fathom (Alternate Version)
By Ryan Johnston
This bed is noiseless, and still
Calming me, as we sink slowly
Like feather ships, to the bottom of this sleep
These blankets that you kicked
Onto the open bedroom floor
Are like frozen ocean waves
Painted in a dream
Your memory blows in
Like a winter snowdrift
It holds me in a cold embrace
In the silent air this morning
Latching on with an icy grip
Piling high inside my mind
With all of the broken things
That I always hoped to fix
The cost for going back to sleep
In this hailstorm of sheep
Is counting only nightmares
That used to be good dreams
The sun has gone away
Diving over the edge
Over the steep mountain railing
Of these western states we lived
And if she could return
If she could find her way back again
Rising from the loneliness of the sea,
Climbing into the Atlantic skyline
Filling up my empty veins
And the stasis in my head
Like a heartbeat tidal wave
A key on a kite string
The sapphire sky you left
Is overflowing ruby red
Draining from my heart
Like a crimson waterfall
Turning every star into mars
Sinking constellations like oxygen ships
Capsized in collapsed lungs
Devastated from restricted breath
In the rapture of the moment you left
And the world I’ve been seeing
Has been upside down ever since
Whatever it was that died
We bury alongside what it was,
That it brought so much life
The wind and rain will cover up the blood
They say time heals, but it never really does
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Sol Solis
By Moving Mountains
Take your hands away,
From your face, so I can see
Everything you are
And everything you used to be
You used to be, to me,
Something you don’t want to be. I know you
You’re like the sun, and I am earth, together we’re one
And someday, your fire will die
And I’ll grow cold, without sunlight
And I will freeze, baby
I will die, I’ll freeze, I’ll die for you
Because things, they always die
Just give it time. they always die
And we, someday we’ll see,
Our love will shine. Our love will shine
Your love won’t fade darling
Lover I cannot do this alone
Things like these are better off untold
Someday the sun will die, and I’ll grow cold
I hope someday, your love finds its way home
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Fathom
By Ryan Johnston
This bed is noiseless, and still
Calming me, as we sink slowly
Like feather ships, to the bottom of this sleep
These blankets that you kicked
Onto the open bedroom floor
Are like frozen ocean waves
Painted in a dream
Your memory blows in
Like a winter snowdrift
It holds me in a cold embrace
In the silent air this morning
Latching on with an icy grip
Piling high inside my mind
With all of the broken things
That I always hoped to fix
The cost for going back to sleep
In this hailstorm of sheep
Is counting only nightmares
That used to be good dreams
The sun has gone away
Diving over the edge
Over the steep mountain railing
Of these western states we lived
And if she could return
If she could find her way back again
Rising from the loneliness of the sea,
Climbing into the Atlantic skyline
Filling up my empty veins
And the stasis in my head
Like a heartbeat tidal wave
A key on a kite string
The sapphire sky you left
Is overflowing ruby red
Draining from my heart
Like a crimson waterfall
Turning every star into mars
Sinking constellations like oxygen ships
Capsized in collapsed lungs
Devastated from restricted breath
In the rapture of the moment you left
And the world I’ve been seeing
Has been upside down ever since
Whatever it was that died
We bury alongside what it was,
That it brought so much life
The wind and rain will cover up the blood
They say time heals, but it never really does
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The Quiet
By Ryan Johnston
The quiet today
Engraved me, stoned me
Carve me like an artist
Draw me, like a breath
Nighttime inspires
Sleeping, less and less
I paraded yesterday
Dressed up as the rain
I Fell from the clouds
That stormed inside my head
And I fell for you
So deep,
I’ve been falling ever since
Crashing
Through the ceiling
Into a house, no one was living
Inside the walls, l found two cats
And a girl who was a mirror
She reflected things,
I had never seen
She was a queen,
She was a bird
Her lips cemented me,
Her face was poetry
She took me in, for all I was
And everything, I had never been
We spoke one day,
Never using words
We framed the walls,
With songs and pictures
Writing verses into thin air
So much of who I am
I found with you, those times
So much of what I was
I lost when we both died
A piece of me, Is still hanging there
On the broken letters
Of every word that went unspoken
But never unheard
One day I got too close
My wings caught fire
I fell into those waves
Into an ocean made of mirrors
Drowning in her reflection
Beds become ceilings
In the quiet today
Out through the roof
As a droplet of rain
Back into the clouds
This dream comes to end
Queens marry kings
Fools die alone
Building walls around myself
Blocking out the light
Nothing gets inside of this
No need to come back out
Gem State
By Ryan Johnston
Too far away, and so unclear
It’s hard to believe
It was ever, even there
But these scars I can’t see
Remind me of everything
I wish I could just forget
Laid to rest when you left town
These words still sleep underground
At night, I dig around
And resurrect the alphabet, with my pen
But some things are best
Left alone, and dead
And our eyes would meet, in between
The oxygen, that I found hard to breathe
We could have landed so many different ways
I guess on our feet, won’t be one of them
And these unholy lines
These plain white sheets
A body of words, buried underneath
Everything that I conveyed
I tried so hard just to bring you, to me
As I fill in the blanks, I can only guess
To what you really meant, if anything
I’m just not sure what to throw away
Or what to keep
Exhuming the decaying remains
Of everything we used to be
When all we ever had is gone, and dead
It only leaves more mystery
To what lived inside your head
Embalming the memories
Prolongs the misery
All you love, that you won’t see again
And it just wont rest in peace
You traded truth for air
And a semester spent
In the Gem State, with former friends
I’d rather choke to death
On diamond coated razor blades
Than live through that again
And our eyes would meet, in between
The oxygen, that I found hard to breathe
You land in me so many different ways
Now we’re burning to death
I guess we overshot the runway
You’re the queen of hearts,
Princess to the stars
In the kingdom of the clouds,
They made you into a golden harp
You play on demand, truth in every verse
But I am still humming the tune
Of the sweetest lies my ears have ever heard
And how are things, in your new town?
How is my old best friend?
Did he walk on water?
Turn coal into diamond rings?
Or did he fall off his beanstalk?
In a tragic accident
Chasing after things he’ll never understand
I would rather choke to death
On the ashes of this end
Than burn this way again
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Reflecting off the times we've had. Writing, thinking, dreaming. Trying to capture thoughts, into a cage of words. But, the emotion Of the moment isn't always meant for captivity. It's a wild animal, And it needs space to grow. There is a song for all of these ups, and downs. If you listen closely, you'll know the meaning is there. The harder times seem To come in waves. And after years of this kind attack, I think a person becomes contemplative and creative, or bitter and destructive. God knows, I have been both. In the end, the things that have haunted and affected you rarely seem to make sense, and almost never rest in peace. Although, it's something I have always tried to find.