Devine, Kevin Filmography

• My Big Fat Fake Hollywood Life
  2012, role: actor , character name: Divine

Devine, Kevin Filmography

• Sing: The Hotel Cafe Tour Documentary
  2010, role: actor , character name: Himself

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Wolf's Mouth - Kevin Devine
• Working In Quiet - Kevin Devine
• Whistling Dixie - Kevin Devine
• This Box Is Empty - Kevin Devine
• Write Your Story Now - Kevin Devine
• You're My Incentive - Kevin Devine
• Protest Singer - Kevin Devine
• Splitting Up Christmas - Kevin Devine
• Not Over You Yet - Kevin Devine
• Letting A Good One Go - Kevin Devine
• Lullaby For A Snow-Faced Girl - Kevin Devine
• Country Sky Glow - Kevin Devine
• Longer That I'm Out Here - Kevin Devine
• Marie - Kevin Devine
• Confessional At 6 P.M. - Kevin Devine
• Yr Husband - Kevin Devine
• You're Trailing Yourself - Kevin Devine
• You'll Only End Up Joining Them - Kevin Devine
• You Are The Daybreak - Kevin Devine
• Fever Moon - Kevin Devine
• Tomorrow's Just Too Late - Kevin Devine
• Yr Damned Ol' Dad - Kevin Devine
• Trouble - Kevin Devine
• Murphy's Song - Kevin Devine
• Me & My Friends - Kevin Devine
• Like Cursing Kids - Kevin Devine
• Less Yesterday More Today - Kevin Devine
• It's Only Your Life - Kevin Devine
• I Could Be With Anyone - Kevin Devine
• Heaven Bound And Glory Be - Kevin Devine
• Hand Of God - Kevin Devine
• Cotton Crush - Kevin Devine
• Carnival - Kevin Devine
• Brother's Blood - Kevin Devine
• Another Bag Of Bones - Kevin Devine
• All Of Everything Erased - Kevin Devine
• Afterparty - Kevin Devine
• Ballgame - Kevin Devine
• Thanks - Kevin Devine
• A Flatline Blur - Kevin Devine
• People Are So Fickle - Kevin Devine
• If We Meet Today - Kevin Devine
• Brooklyn Boy - Kevin Devine
• Noose Dressed Like A Necklace - Kevin Devine
• Tapdance - Kevin Devine
• Go Haunt Someone Else - Kevin Devine
• No Time Flat - Kevin Devine
• A Billion Bees - Kevin Devine
• Just Stay - Kevin Devine
• Probably - Kevin Devine
• Haircut - Kevin Devine
• Fingerprints And Photographs - Kevin Devine
• Guys With Record Collections - Kevin Devine

I got a wolf's mouth
And it suits me
I chew the sides out
With my sharp teeth
I cut my tongue up
I make my gums bleed
I scare the people
That pay to see me
When I sing
And I see white steam
Above your blue face
It makes my hands hot
It makes my lips bake
And the sweat just makes my shirt stick
To that scratch across my ribs
That space where you fell from
And I haven't sewn up since
I'm trailing off again
And the strain just makes my face tic
And it messes with my head
That space you tore open

I go to the places where you are
I find you hanging out
I paste my eyes wide open
And I turn everything inside out
I am turning into everything I hate
And you are graceful and absolutely fake
I am fake
I hear you laughing, am I proud of you
And I am turning into everything I hate
And you are graceful and absolutely fake
I hope you're proud
I'm not changing
I hope you're proud
I'm not changing
And I'm trying to be quite
I'm trying to be quite

We're a nation full of dumbbells
Pulling nightshifts at the gym
We're a nation full of bookworm girls
Dumbing down to fall in love with them
We're a nation full of suspects
Whistling Dixie at the scene
We're a nation full of bad detectives
Selling clues to everyone we meet
We're a nation full of envy
Insecure and losing sleep
We're a nation full of jealous boyfriends
Driven by facts and history
We're a nation full of ivy
It's wall-to-wall-to-wall, all green
We're a nation full of sound byte blood cells
Bound in knots and swelling down the stream
We wrap bibles up in blankets
Just in case we're watched in sleep
But it's the slingshots underneath our pillows
That keep us calm and rested and relieved
'Cause we're a nation built on eggshells
Bandages and appleseeds
Attractive homes and top bruised foundations
That come apart gradually

she's crossing out the details.
dusting off the picture frames, it's saturday.
she's been waiting for the phone to ring.
she's been waiting all night.
but it doesn't matter who's on the line
as long as the voice works.
but you're too scared of what you might say.
so you think it out on paper, hypothetical and safer.
while she's thumbing through her catalogues,
picking birthday cards, her favourite stars.
i guess she's lonelier than you.
and if this box is empty.
go out and find another one.
with a prettier design.
and greater depth inside.
and a lid to keep it all from spilling out.
and you can fill it up with letters.
back when things were better.
and both of you had blinders on
and story books together.
and you pretend it outweighs all the bad things.
and now she disconnects her phone, after the second ring.
and all the drama you can swallow.
never check your ego.
i guess no one's lonelier than you.
and if this box is empty.
what if this box is empty.
what if if this box is empty.

i'm running out of things to say to you
this always takes so long is what you said
before you said so long
this kind of wordplay gets you ostrasized
but if you operate inside these perfect lines
you'll be fine
i'm running out faster than i ever had before
i'm seeing double and everywhere i turn my head things look like you again
so get your notebook out and write your story now
write your story now

your bearings are shot
and your car'd only work like she used to
your friends don't call and they don't even bother
with offering excuses
the tv is on but its always on so its useless
its just the awful news and the sorry truth
tho we're definetely sinking
so I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you
you'll just hurt your chest and your face will turn bright blue
this is how its gonna be
this is how its gonna be
this is how it will be and theres nothing that we can do
and if you start believing then i'll stop holding my breath too
you've been praying for change but you aint been to church since the 10th grade
and you cry at your job don't believe in your voting
never celebrate your birthday
so you set up for dinner to make you feel less desperate and worthless
but your dad gets drunk so your mom throws a fit
while your man hits on the waitress
so I wouldn't waste my time if I were you
you'll just snap your spot and strip away your youth
this is how its gonna be
this is how its gonna be
this is how this will be and theres nothing we can do
if you start believing then i'll stop wasting my time too

I stopped today to see myself in subway glass
and I was scared of the way I look now
I knew the only thought behind my eyes
please don't believe in me
I don't want to let you down
and I'm convinced it only rains in New York
and I am surrounded by everything that really scares me
a room full of empty people regretting every time that they inhale
and I want to write one perfect song
to make you cry in your sleep
kind of like a soundtrack for your dreams
to let you'ld know I'm watching and making sure it's (exact) alright
it'll be alright
I guess I wanted to make you feel something
I wanted to make you feel everything
and you may call me a protest singer
but I'm only protesting myself
I don't believe in beautiful people
and I don't believe in me
I wonder what it's like to be in between
can you hear me
can you hear me
you may call me a protest singer
can you hear me
but I'm only protesting myself
and you may call me a protest singer

So what if it's freezing, I'm awake and I'm happy
The sun's steepling its shards on my floor
I drag my feet to the shower and I hear someone singing
I keep the lights off a while and the water gets warm
Now I knot up my tie and toss books in a schoolbag
They keep my priorities straight
So I can sleepwalk through work like an outpatient program
I don't buy but get through anyway
And at some point I'll call you and tell you I miss you
And you are the point of my day
And my face will get flushed and my throat will choke up
When you tell me that you feel the same
So I have been thinking of splitting up Christmas
To see everyone I'd like to see
And you're first on that list
You're the lotto I hit
You're the star at the top of the tree
And I have been feeling this good for a reason
My friends and my family
You all are my backbone
You keep me balanced and settled
And I'm in debt to you all endlessly
So tonight I will call you and try to say
"Thank you for being the sun on my face
I know the world's almost over but you make it seem better

You were always cute
But Goddamn you got hot
Hot enough to streak the streets white with
Sunspots when you walk
And I'm still obsessed with cowboys and Indians
And you biting your lip when you
Lose your breath
I'm not over you yet
I know I will not call
It's this decision I've made
So I'm up all night chanting, "Vow I can't break!"
I might bite my nails so I can't scratch my face
But I'd still cut my hair if you asked the right way
I'd at least comb it anyway
You're still on my towels
In my eyerolls and scowls
And I know what I did, and why
But that don't mean I can't regret it
When I'm watching my TV all night
Im not over you yet

I think I thought so much about losing you
That I never really had you
You spend so much time
You spend so much time
When you think you've got all the time in the world
And I turned you into
A conversation piece
And the things you take for granted
Turn out to be the things that you need
I'm timing my breathe against the back beat of your footsteps
As we walk along cobble stone streets
Arms at are sides to live with
Eyes on the ground
Counting down to when we can talk out loud
Move on
Steady now
Move on
Move on
Move on
You're letting a good one go
You're letting a good one go
You're letting a good one go

sleep peacefully.
like the way you look this morning.
with faith in your eyes.
and me in your hands.
a whispered promise in your heart.
lullaby for a snow-faced girl.
is what i'll sing.
watching you, the whole time.
it's three-o-five on monday morning.
or is it night?
i don't know.
is it night?
i don't know.
but we'll be fine.
we'll be fine.
we'll be fine.
we'll be fine.

You carry the beach in your way-too-short hair
That you shaved off last week cause you freaked and got scared
That when it's longer, you remind me of her
So you offered it up with what passed for authority
Some strict sort of challenge you directed straight at me
You said, "Forget her, I don't care what you two were"
But it's a trick on your ego
A two-step off tempo
A solid gold bracelet
Under lights, in a window
In some shopping mall where I never go
You play coy and count tiles, drag your toes through the water
Raise your eyes, bite your lip, and my mind's in the gutter
You move at me and take my face in your hands
I feel light bulbs explode in a fire-cracked thunder
Sense the slow seismic shift of the sprawling cloud cover
But when we're finished I feel awful again
So it's the same sorry story
Just the cast changes nightly
And it skips like a record but it glows like a movie
Or the country sky that I never see
The shake in your voice makes me feel empty and ugly
All scattered anger like a windstorm, howling violently
And I wanna fade out and wake up somewhere else
Where no face is familiar and I'm left by myself
To keep plugging away on my own wasted time
To eat badly and spend all my money and write
To not feel too guilty to be tired at night
Since I'm not fixing things here, I'll leave them behind
So you make your decision
I'm through making mine
Now I walk where the street swallows light like it's water
I see the slant of your smirk on every kid at the corner
But if you called, I'd never know what to say
So I just hope you never will

The longer that I'm out here the better you sound
You're scrunching up your face in this picture I found
And I'm chasing after you, steadily losing ground
I don't wanna forget so I'm writing it down
Have you ever? No, never never?
I find that hard to believe
So let's burn the furniture
To see how angry a fire could make me
Now you say that there's someone that you need to reconnect with
Some scarecrow from high school that you loved but never slept with
A baby with a pipe dream playing hopscotch on your bandages
And I'm singing all his songs while I sleep on your couch
I'm coughing up a lung but I'm covering my mouth
And I paint you on the wall
Yellow, red, green and brown
I miss you all the time but I'm blocking it out
Are you better? No, never never?
What does that say about me?
Now let's break the smoke alarm
To see how scared locked windows'll make me
So you say there's a stranger staring sideways in a deep freeze
A loner draped in ivy playing slumlord in his city dream
A faker with an art form pulling magic tricks on the weak girls up his sleeve
And I'm choking right along with the words in my throat
I'm falling back in love with the letter you wrote
And I think that I was wrong, but I guess I don't know

Marie, you got me thinkin'
Long term and being careful with my drinkin'
And looking forward to my holidays and weekends
Marie, I love the way you got me thinkin'
But Marie, I'm always workin'
Long drives, bad food, stale air, and such boredom
When I get home, we'll take a trip of just sit and do nothing
Rent a movie or something
Whatever gets your blood pumpin'
My Marie
You're all the pretty music that I need

I'd give myself a hand if I were you
The right words are never ones I say
Songs like these
They carry little weight now
Cause they're about honesty
They're about sincerity
And I gave you neither
And I took everything
For me
And I have broken your heart
For the first and only time
One day I'll feel this way too
On the receiving end
Of heavy handed logic
And I'm not real anymore
I'm like a story
Passed down by kids who can't find a party
Not getting out of bed today
Just lay here uninspired
Feeling bad that I threw you away
I'm a shadow that whispers
Stupid songs about his heart
I'm sorry for letting you down
I'm sorry for everything about me that hurts you
Think about what you said on the phone
If I die alone it's my own fault
I'm a shadow that whispers
Stupid songs about his heart
I'm sorry

Your husband,
He drinks like a writer,
But he writes like a banker,
I hope his pens all run dry.
You watch him from your cave in the corner,
Full moon eyes flame and flicker,
The wild way that I like.
From my part,
I pretend I don't notice
Dumb friend you're a poet,
And I could do this all night.
And I'll stay like that,
Hands locked in my lap,
What I want jailed up in my mind,
Until I slide to sleep
Where you're waitin' for me,
And we do what we want to,
And shut ourselves off for the night.
Til morning barrels in like a brides maid,
Drunk and desperate for her day,
Drags me out, picks a fight.
And I see I'm alone here
Picture frames and a hot plate
Stubborn sun spites the hallways
Paint chips blink yellow white.
And I'm stretching, in the act of forgetting,
Bear teeth and blood letting,
Signals crossed half my life.
And the local grown
Sees your notes towards my home,
Dreaming fits as we crawl underground,
And you're shedding skin,
So I keep what I can.
Yeah I fill up my pockets,
And stuff all that's left in my mouth.
Now you are a part of me,
For as long as I sleep.
I could trick myself into a trance,
Where were as firm as facts,
And I don't give you back

The sputter and blink, a streetlamp
Makes you taller then shrinks you then splits you in half
So you're trailing yourself
On the walk to the pay phone
Your pocket's weighted down with quarters
in the hope that no ones home
You spray paint cinnamon on vines
And key the cars you pass by
Your ears burn and your voice don't sound right
So you spend the next week playing weekend
Rollin' three men alone in the dark in your kitchen
Your apartment can't talk, so it's safe for your secrets
All the stories you've invested with a masochist menacing meaning
Those tired tricks that you play
To graft a life to your name
And you know It's not yours but for now it's okay
You wake and cut your initials in cheap glass
To mark a space for yourself when you're time here is passed
And you're drifted and done, trading danger for distance
And all those rocks that rope your neck
are finally nameless and weightless and faceless
And you'll strip the sting from those stains
That bleed the life from your face