1. |
sidewalk
00:45
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broken bottles
over smooth
pavement singing
out to shoes
that wear their soles
stomping the race
out to yr freedom
fireplace
as
warnings from the
signal air
making morning's
quick despair
and poisoning the
coffee well
before there's
antidote to sell
there's so much
that I love
about the world
but now I get that
no one's perfect
hair will fall out
skin will crawl
at every moment
there's a message
you never can
receive them all.
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2. |
about it
01:37
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the truth of it all's
that I don't really know
a goddamn thing
I can't work the wood
I can't make things good
I don't know how to sing
I'm a manic depressive
like no one else.
I'm low to the ground
and I'm faster than sound
why's it wrong to be sure you belong in yr
own little world--
nobody misses my drift!
why'd they try and take it away?
I'm a manic depressive
like no one else
I'm wide as a lake
I'm for brevity's sake
leave me still in my own arms
I'll find a way to make my way
you don't know my mind
no you don't know my mind
I don't mind
I've got my custom grace
I won't shoot up the place
You haven't seen it all
not even close
you only leased the least
you gotta own the most
what's so wrong about
yr own little world?
why do you come
and try and take it away?
I've got my custom grace
I won't shoot up the place
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3. |
short stories
01:43
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short stories
everybody's got one
after a while we started having the same dream
yr a blessing
even in the long run
but it's depressing how you never can remember our team
I'll stay prepared,
you battle the air
short stories
everybody's got one
what happens in between doesn't captivate
we're addressing
a postcard to the old days
I'll stay prepared,
you battle the air
yr freakin me out
yr freakin me in
yr freakin me out
yr freakin me in
yr reading my mind
get it going again
I'll stay prepared,
you battle the air
short stories
everybody's got one
after a while we started having the same dream
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4. |
darien
01:29
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all the charm in the world
can fall into your lap
you're never gonna make it cross
the darien gap
central turning south:
don't kid yourself, the world is as safe as a jail
(if you stay in the hole)
we all want some control
but snakes are out of the question
and the fantasies are frail
you can hoist up a machete
and memorize the map
that doesn't make you ready
for the darien gap
I heard about the flies: gigantic buzzing suckers
sleep's a consolation prize for mostly manic
motherfuckers
we all want a little glory
but yr gonna have an ending
don't make it a surprise
yr somebody's daughter
yr somebody's son
no one deserves the blur
of panamanian guns
all the charm in the world
can fall into your lap
you're never gonna make it cross
the darien gap
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5. |
my old home
03:10
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here we are
this is my old home
tiny little feet and indestructible bones
my old pillow
these are my old sheets
no forgetting leaden
Marietta heat
Here we are this is my old house
the back door's buried
cause the weeds have grown out
Here's the empty yard
this is the peeling shed
the corner where I slipped
into the books I read
say yr never gonna
quit me when I'm old
when my skin hangs down
and my mind is slow
can we still drive by
where I started to know?
it wasn't my decision
but it's on me like a lesion
it's in me like religion
let's us go
here we are this is my old world
I never thought I'd wake up
with a worry or a girl
my first driveway
these were my first walls
real easy living
I was three feet tall
here we are this is where I went
my birth onto the earth
a tiny accident
I spilled out
and once you're out you're out
and now I always have to fight!
and now I always have to fight!
why is everything a fight?
why can't I stay asleep at night?
here we are this is my old home
now you gotta go
because I want to be alone
this is my old pillow
this is my old bed
I lived inside my dreams
and always slept like lead
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6. |
richard
01:39
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what richard did
was no big deal
given that we knew who he really was
richard says:
he was born in jail
that he's hung like a whale
he reads Nabokov
arm in arm
the escalator, the Carolina rain
he'll find where the pain lives
and poke it with a cane
you know that richard's bent
it was no accident
he was only twelve years old
that's who he is
he got some friends
from out of school
they were out of control
he wasn't even close to out of control
arm in arm
the escalator, the Carolina rain
he might know where I live
I'll never see him again
you know that richard's head
is dark and closed
you wanna know what's what?
he's one of those
what richard did
was somewhere else
there's men you only meet
to get to know yrself
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7. |
turtleneck
01:27
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Julie, you know me
from Adam
out of Eden Prairie
grown into a girl
second world daylight
running out
the folds in yr face
there's no
room for children
in Chicago
when you don't get a family
you learn how to hide
inside a pane of glass
looking for somebody
to come around
suntan lotion
north shore notion
you can stay
inside a heart
for a home
frozen Minnesota
holes inside your coat
a place that you belong
when every waking moment
is wrong
hey, Julie:
did you know?
I think so
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8. |
frame
02:21
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crippled in connection
to a million things
the beginning and the middle
what was inbetween
love that is elastic or
a murder scene
and the endless
loving worry pouring
out of me
now I believe in a frame of mind
go and fuck yr intuitions
and yr family line
stealing mealy feeling
sticky valentines
I sit on my left hand
as I survey what's mine
and I'm coming up with
"I can't do my world right"
now I believe in a frame of mind
when someone says they're
trapped, can you listen up?
for each exaggeration
there's a thousand cuffs
the rooms get smaller
and it's never enough
to go and be yrself
for an hour
a day
or whatever they want
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9. |
it got cold
01:23
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an inch inside the chest
is as cold as it gets
having frozen up the fake
from all the assholes you met
when the circus was a plain
utilitarian tent
and everybody saw what you meant
there's some evil motherfuckers
in the settlin' noon
they look as hungry as the hate
when there's a picnic to ruin
sometimes you want to burn
a cloudy day in the trash
and a smile only reddens the rash
keep dyin' in yr mind
because the living is less
every day you brush away
part of the entropy mess
yr ablutions are the holes dug
for an allergy fence
and nothing really makes any sense anymore
nothing really makes any sense
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10. |
according to me
02:27
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I heard certain people have it easy
don't believe everything you hear
someone who had it easy said that
so they can throw you hard-lifes off the trail
I'm glad to pull your coat and tell you
I've got to stand beside a heart where I can barely fit at all
woke up in the world of bad news
is every generation used to
hearing that the sky will open?
we'll get old, thing'll get blurry
but there isn't any hurry
I've got to stand beside a heart where I can barely fit at all
(read write lie down
read write lay down)
I heard certain people have it easy
don't believe everything you hear
someone who had it easy said that
so they can throw you hard-lifes off the trail
I'm glad to finally get to tell you
I've got to stand beside a heart where I can barely fit at all
(read write lie down
read write lay down)
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11. |
you took my brain
01:04
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you took my brain
you took my shoes
you left with the suitcase I expected to lose
on the train
sugar turning into cocaine
I could've been anyone
now I'm stuck in your lane
and I can't feel right
in the garbage of night
and the flashlight of morning
we stood on the beach
and I gave you a permanent warning
that if you listened to reason
the forest for the trees
and the other cliches
that make valentines gray
I'd bow down my head
to receive my concussion
and finally forget
that we had this discussion
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