di DeLeo, Weiland

STONE TEMPLE PILOTS

I got a picture of a photograph
Of a wedding and a shell
It’s just burning itching memory
I never kiss and tell

So turn it up and burn it
There’s a hole in your head
There’s a hole in your head
Where the birds can’t sing along
Does anybody know how the story really goes
How the story really goes
Or do we all just hum along…

di Bingham Endicott

THE BRAVERY

We are lies like the summertime
Like the spring we are such fools
Like fall we are the prophets
Like winter we are cruel

I don’t know what’s wrong with us
They just made us this way
There’s a hole in you and me
That pulls us together

And I don’t know where we belong
I think we grew under a bad sun
I know we’re not like everyone
You and me we grew, under a bad sun…