incubus

I love Incubus! I DO I DO and so I decided to dedicate a page to them, they are absolutely amazing and I adore them.
Here are a few pics of Brandon Boyd, their frontman, also most beautiful thing alive, and some small pieces of their lyrics I adore.

Warning (Morning View)

I suggest we learn to learn ourselves
before it's made illegal
when will we learn?
when will we change?
just in time to see it all fall down...

The Warmth (Make Yourself)

i'd like to close my eyes and go numb
but there's a cold wind coming from
from the top of the highest high-rise today
it's not a wind cause it blows hard
it says it wants me to discard,
the humanity i know
watch the warmth blow away
so don't let the world bring you down
not everyone here is that
fucked up and cold
remember why you came
and while you're alive
experience the warmth before you grow
old
so do you think i should adhere
to that pressing new frontier?
and leave in my wake a trail of fear
or should i hold my head up high
and throw a wrench
and spokes by
leaving the air behind me clear?
don't let the world bring you down
not everything here is tht fucked up
and cold
remember why you came and while you're allowed
experience the warmth before you grow
old

I Miss You (Make Yourself)

to see you when i wake up is a gift i didn't think could be real
to know that you feel the same as i do
is a three fold utopian dream
you do something to me that i can't explain
so would i be out of line
if i said
i miss you
i see your picture i smell your skin on
the empty pillow next to mine
you have only been gone ten days
but already i'm wasting away
i know i'll see you again
whether far or soon
but i need you to know that i care
and i miss you

11 AM

seven a.m.
the garbage truck beaps as it backs up
and i start my day thinking about what i've thrown away
could i push rewind?
the credits traverse, signifying the end
but i missed the best part
could we please go back to start?
forgive my indecision
then again, you're always first when no one's on your side
but then again, a day will come when i want off that ride
eleven a.m.
by now you would think that i would be up
but my bedsheets shade the heat of choiced i've made
and what did i find?
i never thought i could want someone so much
cause now you're not here and i'm knee deep in that old fear
forgive my indecision
i am only a man
twelve p.m. and my dusty telephone rings
heavy head up from my pillow, who could it be?
i hope it's you