Don't let the sun go down on your grievances Respect love of the heart over lust of the flesh Do yourself a favor: become your own savior And don't let the sun go down on your grievances And when you wake up in the morning You'll have a brand new feeling And you'll find yourself healing So don't let the sun go down on your grievances And yet if you find yourself in the dark And you're left holding the bag Then take care of it right away And don't let the sun go down on your grievances again Sometimes you might want to give up But keep that chin up Cause you're gonna find You're gonna find Sometimes you might be alone But don't feel lonely 'Cause you're gonna find You're gonna find So don't let the sun go down on your grievances Start each day with a clean slate You'll feel better if you can shake off all that hate And don't forget to forgive and forget And don't let the sun go down on your grievances Don't let the sun go down on your grievances Everybody! Respect love of the heart over lust of the flesh Sing it! Do yourself a favor: Become your own savior And don't let the sun go down on your grievances

Daniel Dale Johnston (born January 22, 1961) is an American singer, songwriter, musician, and artist. Johnston was the subject of the 2006 documentary The Devil and Daniel Johnston. He currently lives in Waller, Texas. Johnston has been diagnosed with manic depression and schizophrenia. Both conditions have been recurring problems throughout his life.

Called to see if your back Was still aligned and your sheets Were growing grass all on the corners of your bed But you've got too much to wear on your sleeves It has too much to do with me And secretly I want to bury in the yard The grey remains of a friendship scarred

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound But while you debate half empty or half full It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown

When my mind stops thinking And my eyes stop blinking I hope... Somebody's there When my heart stops beating And my lungs stop breathing In air... I hope somebody cares When my mind stops thinking And my eyes stop blinking I know... At the end

"Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass We fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed When our kite lines first crossed We tied them into knots And to finally fly apart We had to cut them off. Since then it's been a book you read in reverse So you understand less as the pages turn Or a movie so crass And awkwardly cast That even I could be the star. I don't look back much as a rule And all this way before murder was cool But your memory is here and I'd like it to stay Warm light on a winter's day."

"I stay in the same comfy town,write the same old songs down, drive the same streets, seek the same sense of dull peace, whisper the same sweet words to the chippies. The same walk by the road and where the same muddy snow's finally leaving, But I'll fight off the spring; I don't want lovely things, I don't want the earth new."