Quelque Chose

She should have been a boy
Her work would be destroyed
A muse and nothing else
Took credit for himself

What was it all for?
A requiem for shut doors
Sweet delirium
Never see her again

A ribbon in her hair
That seen it all, bored stare
An ended dance career
Nothing left for you here

What was it all for?
A requiem for shut doors
Sweet delirium
Never see her again

The daughter of artists
A red haired guitarist
Her poses made them gasp
She got the last laugh

C'était pourquoi tout ça ? 
Requiem de portes-fermées 
Délire doux 
Ne plus jamais la revoir

Credits: Lyrics, guitar, and bass by Tiffany Hamilton. Drums by Tim Richey. Vocals by Tiffany Hamilton and Tim Richey.

Kill Your Darlings

Take a deep breath now
Heart jump in your chest
You can’t stop it
You can’t stop it now
Listen to yourself now
What do you say to you
Uh huh honey
Try to let it go

You can’t kill your demons and your darlings
You can’t kill your demons and your darlings
You can’t kill your demons and your darlings
What will you do when all that there’s left is you

It’s already too late
To sink into that space
It’s not your fault
It can’t be your fault
Vision fading fast now
One eye blind, the other shut
Uh huh sugar
Try to shake it off

You can’t kill your demons and your darlings
You can’t kill your demons and your darlings
You can’t kill your demons and your darlings
What will you do when all that there’s left is you

Listen to yourself now
What do you say to you
Uh huh honey
Try to let it go
Listen to yourself now
What do you say to you
Uh huh sugar
Try to shake it off

What will you do when all that there’s left is you
What will you do when all that there’s left is you
What will you do when all that there’s left is you
What will you do when all that there’s left is you

Credits: Lyrics, guitar, and bass by Tiffany Hamilton. Drums by Tim Richey. Vocals by Tiffany Hamilton.

Gimme Tension

You’re looking right at me looking right at you
How far would this thing go if we let it through
We still keep flying closer to the sun
Yeah let’s keep flying closer to the sun

You’re biting your lip and I’m losing my mind
You’re starting to slip and I’m wanting a sign
You’re losing your grip and I want it all the time
You’re biting your lip and I’m losing my mind

You’re lingering close, right up to the line
How far could this thing go if it unwinds
Coming up with excuses to stay past one
Yeah let’s keep flying into the sun

You’re hovering close and I’m losing my mind
Your hand on my throat and I’m feeling alive
You gave me a dose, now I want it all the time
You’re hovering close and I’m losing my mind

Credits: Lyrics, guitar, and bass by Tiffany Hamilton. Drums by Tim Richey. Vocals by Tiffany Hamilton and Tim Richey.

Unclaimed City

Used to spend long Saturdays
Walking around downtown
Sidewalks were always empty
The streets without a sound
You could drive the wrong way
Without knowing for a mile
Don’t know what I expected
Would make it feel worthwhile

Busted concrete and gravel
No stars to light the way
Do I really belong here
Do I even want to stay

At night we’d haunt those streets
Skate rat queen debutantes
Slaloming and hollering
Past the lunch-only restaurants
Cold beers at Lone Star Saloon
Coaster said ‘we’re glad you’re here’
The bartender didn’t look it
But those days we had no fear

Busted concrete and gravel
No stars to light the way
Do I really belong here
Do I even want to stay

Later I’d move into downtown
Walking down Texas in heels
Move aside to let someone pass
As the church’s bell tower peals
On my way to the next play
The next ballet, the next laugh
But we’re just fooling ourselves
Bloody knees, still riffraff

Busted concrete and gravel
No stars to light the way
But yeah I really belong here
And yeah I’m gonna stay

Credits: Lyrics and guitar by Tiffany Hamilton. Drums and bass by Tim Richey. Vocals by Tiffany Hamilton.

Missed Symbolism

The foundation of this house is failing
I watch the cracks creep along the halls
Taking down the wedding portrait
And I see mold growing on the wall

This house is no longer a home. The hallway floor lies bare. Two kinds of flies have taken up residence in the kitchen and every window buzzing angrily as I pass. All is dirty or dingy or tacky, small fibers stick to the soles of your feet when you walk barefoot. There’s dust in the air. The kitchen has an oversweet smell of rotting fruit to rival the dank smell of the bathrooms. Housekeeping appears useless.

My ring keeps snagging in my hair
I had a dream that I turned bald
I said you can read me like a book
But he don't actually read at all

Last night I had to hide a bottle of wine. I had to lock my bedroom door. I had to confiscate keys. I had to pick someone up off the floor. I had to be stern and say no and mean it. I had to consider summoning other help. I had to go check on the car to make sure it was whole. I had to remind what my name is, while loosening the tie, taking off the shoes and saying go to bed for Christ's sake and leave me in peace.

Bringing an open bottle of wine
Red-stained cork squeezed in real tight,
I hear it rolling around in the trunk
When I come to the red lights

My subtext isn’t subtle
I’m mixing metaphors
Ellipses after ellipses after ellipses after ellipses
What am I doing this for

I have lost my emotional connection to everything having to do with this dwelling. There is no domestic life here. There is no cooking, no cleaning, no laundry, no sleeping in on the weekends, no grocery shopping, no lazily drinking a cup of coffee and reading the paper. There are no dishtowels. There are no magazines. There are no leftovers. There are no pictures on the walls. All is bare. This house is no longer a home.

Credits: Lyrics, guitar and bass by Tiffany Hamilton. Drums by Tim Richey. Vocals by Tiffany Hamilton.

Stone Fox

You, you aren’t the one for me
But I can’t seem to forget 
You, you got your hooks in me
And I don’t have any regrets

Me, I don’t want to feel
No, feel nothing at all
Yeah, I’ve got no heart to steal
There’s nowhere for me to fall

But something in the way that
You fixed me in your sight
Steal me from this place and
I don’t wanna fight
Take me let’s ride

This, it’s only for right now
Only a means to an end
Need to save me from myself
Just wanna go where you are

Me, I don’t want to feel
No, feel nothing at all
No, I’ve got no heart to steal
There’s nowhere for me to fall

But something in the way that
You fixed me in your sight
Steal me from this place and
I don’t wanna fight
Take me let’s ride

Me, I don’t want to feel
No, feel nothing at all
No, I’ve got no heart to steal
Now go on and get lost

Credits: Lyrics, guitar and bass by Tiffany Hamilton. Drums by Tim Richey. Vocals by Tiffany Hamilton.

Wild Voices

Story by story
Reel by reel
Ink on my fingers, 
And blood on his hands
Town by town
Year after year
Another dead girl, 
another one killed

Story by story
Tale by tale
Whispers in ears
And blood on his hands
City by city
Day after day
Another dead girl
Another one killed

Will they rise up someday
Wild voices from the grave
Tearing their hair and say
We are the flowers of your rage

But he felt lost
So she was lost
Now dust and dirt
And faded newsprint

Credits: Lyrics and guitar by Tiffany Hamilton. Drums and bass by Tim Richey. Vocals by Tiffany Hamilton and Tim Richey.

An Accessorized Man

I’ve a duty to warn
I don’t want an accessorized man
I don’t need an accessorized man
I won’t desire an accessorized man

The only thing I want
On your wrist is me
My fingers around you
Stretching, reaching
The only thing I want
On your neck is me
My arms around you
Squeezing, crushing

I don’t want an accessorized man
I don’t need an accessorized man
I don’t want an accessorized man
I won’t desire an accessorized man

The only thing I want
On your head is me
Sweet and selfless thoughts
Missing, wishing
The only thing I want
On your head is me
Sweet and selfless thoughts
Missing, wishing

I don’t want an accessorized man
I don’t need an accessorized man
I don’t want an accessorized man
I won’t desire an accessorized man

Bathe in me, my unaccessorized man
Crave me, my unaccessorized man
Save me, my unaccessorized man
I won’t desire an accessorized man

Credits: Lyrics, drums and bass by Tim Richey. Guitar and vocals by Tiffany Hamilton.

No Right

He spoke some French to me
And he did it beautifully
And I gave him everything
Thought I knew what I was risking
But he couldn't see it through
He said I got away
But he's the one! Who threw me back
He threw me away

He always thinks I'm lying
When I'm actually being true
If I can’t have him I don’t want him
I’ll take the pot off the stove to cool
And I tried really hard to laugh
And I tried really hard to cry
But I can't do either
Even though god knows I tried
Because I have no right
Because I have no right
Because I have no right
Because I have no right

I was just a mistake
You’d have to be drunk to make
Said he's the one to blame
But I was playing the long game
And I lost, and that's that
Said that it was through
I could be wrong, cause I’m the one
Who was being cruel

He always thinks I'm lying
When I'm actually being true
If I can’t have him I don’t want him
I’ll take the pot off the stove to cool
And I tried really hard to laugh
And I tried really hard to cry
But I can't do either
Even though god knows I tried
Because I have no right
Because I have no right
Because I have no right
Because I have no right

Credits: Lyrics and guitar by Tiffany Hamilton. Drums and bass by Tim Richey. Vocals by Tiffany Hamilton.

I Wanna Be Your Dog

So messed up I want you here
In my room I want you here
Now we're gonna be face-to-face
And I'll lay right down In my favorite place

And now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog

Well, come on

Now I'm ready to close my eyes
And now I'm ready to close my mind
And now I'm ready to feel your hand
And lose my heart on the burning sands

And now I wanna be your dog
And now I wanna be your dog
Now I wanna be your dog

Well, come on

Credits: Lyrics and music by The Stooges. Guitar and vocals by Tiffany Hamilton. Drums and bass by Tim Richey.