1. |
tomorrow
01:13
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fix yrself in sorrow
for tomorrow there's a thing
you can sing the song you want to
you can linger in the air
I don't see how
but it's happening now
try and just believe me and retrieve a line of sighs
true as dying dirty water
true as flying in the blind
I don't see how
but it's happening now
now is the time to say anything you want to
now is the time to give a stranger bread
now is the time to eat the sky for breakfast
now is the time to dance until yr dead
now is the time to realize we're the same person
now is the time to get a handle on love.
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2. |
concept
01:04
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don't excite yrself about a concept
a concept will only let you down
with the mirror on the wall
we'll be laughing at it all
come and get me when the mud comes round
don't let anybody know yr feelings
feelings will scare them all away
when the pot is turning pink
you will need some time to think
come and get me when the world goes gray
all I need's a person who can understand
but no existing person ever understands
perhaps I'm in the middle waving my two hands
or maybe I am lying in the road
don't interrupt yr silence with a kind word
yr kind word will make you seem insane
when the dishes go a-flyin'
we'll be in the closet crying
come and get us when the sky pukes rain
come and get us when the sky pukes rain
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3. |
maggi
02:11
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I wake up early in the morning
to confirm that yr unhappy
yr out there in Rochester
living out a silly anapestic life
mustering bluster for all to behold
shivering living your death in the cold
yr the internet of things
and someone put a ring on it
somebody put some string on it
yr the twittering example
that nothing is the matter
yr out there in Pittsburgh
living out a silly antiseptic life
killing the spirit of radio son
hearing it filling up ears on the one
yr the fatalistic fall
and someone loves it anyway
how can there be the will to say
this is our home?
I want to forget
I want to forget and Let It Be
I want to forget
I want to forget and Let It Bleed
I want to forget
I want to forget and
R-E-C-O-V-E-R-T-H-E-T-I-M-E-I-P-I-S-S-E-D-A-W-A-Y
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4. |
me
01:40
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the story that you tell yourself about me
is nothing like my mind or like reality
handshakes and locations faces names and dates
perfect teeth and steeping glances at the people I hate
I am the cigarettes
I am the salad for lunch
I am the rest of the rot
I am the best of the bunch
I am a clinically insane figment of my busted brain
I am a flaming school bus that's moving into your lane
nobody suspects the calculations are done
fitting for a pharoah I'm the fortunate one
flirting with a curtain smiling with a gun
and my loping legs are broke when I remember to run
I am a giant asshole
I am a serpentine saint
I am the flying fuck
I am are that you ain't
I am a match that's burning for a wind to romance
I am a lousy catch
I am a sorted out stance
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5. |
the okay war
02:04
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sudden as surprises get
thudding through the internet to me
all that mom and dad said that you'd be
the ok war is being fought
the open sore that time forget
and moaning we're all moaning not to be
fall apart
race you to the floor
fall apart
love you even more than i already do
hovering the shapes we're in
recovering a love for gin and me
all that mom and dad said would be free
elsinore and beetlejuice
trust the barking lust is loose
and moaning we're all groaning "him not me!"
fall apart
race you to the floor
fall apart
love you even more than i already do
if you were light I'd put the shades up
if you were hell I'd do bad things
if you were sleep I'd take a pill
and I would dream that you were mine and I'd smile us back to life
if you were green I'd have the salad
if you were protein I'd have the fish
if you were a corpse I would be pallid
if you were a bone I'd make a wish
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6. |
red on white
00:51
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when I'm with you I always feel alone
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7. |
count
01:40
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I am counting on you
to open your eyes
to stay the way you are
for as long as you can
I am counting on you
the way I learned you can count on a man
I am denying my hurt
to be big as a wall
to bellow out a request
to play 'em close to my chest
I am denying my hurt
the way I heard men do what is best
I am bruising my brain
For the hell of a ride
For the bullshit inside
For the morning like lead
I am bruising my brain
the way I need to keep it up in my head
What if everything I know turns out to be wrong
not just off a little but spectacular wrong
what if we reject all the songs
can we live without words?
I am breaking the bank
it's all pennies and dimes
they tumble into the slow
and shed a shine as they go
there is no one to thank
as far as I know we say that's how it goes
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8. |
trails b
01:42
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let's romanticize with a hammer
stand up to useless glamour
I will be where I can for as long as I can
people are why ugly is
pry at how it got to this
I will be where I can for as long as I can
the witness stand is empty
ask around but no one knows the way
they are building something
across the street I hear it every day
I feel like I was born on my own
kick the cash and spread around
there's no hunt without a hound
I will be where I can for as long as I can
lurk and lie and leak and lay
I go before I have to stay
no one's counting anyway
and today is unbelievable
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9. |
summaries
02:25
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none of it will stick
it's all gone too quick-ly
and I find
the things that can remind me
are all gone too
I barely knew what I was doing
downtown is a place where people go
to the bank and not anywhere for big ideas
or jazz or dreams awake
it's all a fake New York and that includes
New York
no one's allergic to cayenne pepper
serotonergic doomsday preppers
leper colonies and the capris
were in the world at the same time
Universities aren't what they meant to be
What degree of living do you know
how free you are before you hitch yr wagon
to a wall fighting furiously gall
yr neighbor with a word that won't
publically be heard because
to learn is nothing like to understand
none of it gets in
I read only summaries not the book
the minute I go looking in my memory
there's just summaries
it's a bummer please
get on the wagon with me
and unhitch the wall
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10. |
ranger
02:20
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ranger
what's the anatomy of dark
stranger
rattling windows in the park
it's not who you are it's what you know
what is yr nature?
rotten
ghosted gone grayed out and lost
forgotten
sleepy sallow sad and sauced
it's not who you know it's what you don't
what is yr weakness?
you can't always lie
It's got to end somewhere
you get out of bed
and fall back on yr hair
Together we have nixed the big reveal
trying to fix up the way you feel
stranger
breaking windows in the park
ranger
can you find water in the dark
it's not how you are it's who you've been
live scared of insincerity
prepare to give to charity
and sin
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11. |
leaving: an introduction
02:33
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it isn't ripe
no not tonight
I'm blushing for the first time in years
nothing more to my life but fogged up mirrors
everything's been said
it just comes from a different mouth
and I now nobody knows you when yr down and out
they say reach out so I reached out until my back was sore
but I lost all my friends
and I let heartache hold the door
this is the worst time of year
I'm the worst kind of guy
I keep blurring lines
until "us" is a lie
attack when I say attack
let go when I say go
I know that you knew I would quit bein'
someone you know
I wasn't lying when I said that I'd rather
be blind, it's tasteless and tacky and true
not so I couldn't see you leaving from behind
but so I couldn't see myself turn into somebody new.
they said reach out so I reach out until my back was sore
but i lost all of my friends
and I let heartache hold the door
and I don't want to be somebody
ever anymore
I wanted a friend
I want to see my friends
but nobody knows you when you're poor
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