1. |
Simple Science
03:16
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Waking up in a fog
Is not the time to prove myself as one of them
But it’s also the only time I feel I
Need to try and probably fail
When you can barely stand up
It’s not the time to start a mosh and look like an asshole
But I feel like that’s usually how it happens
I’m not trying hard enough to justify it
When time gets trying, I get gone
I’m not trying to break it down to simple science
When I’m not trying hard at all
And I’m sorry I left you I should probably tell you
I’m not just trying to be cool
Hey, God bless you for being selfless
There was something that I had to do
Waking up in a fog
Is not the time to give yourself to someone else
But it’s also the only time I’ve got the half a mind to trust myself
I’m not trying hard enough to justify it
When time gets trying, I get gone
I’m not trying to break it down to simple science
When I’m not trying hard at all
I’m not trying hard enough to justify it
When time gets trying, I get gone
I’m not trying to break it down to simple science
When I’m not trying hard at all
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2. |
Jawn Wayne
03:09
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Heartbreak
For another time
You would’ve left me
Feeling empty
If you could stay awake
Long enough to break
The news of every thought
You say
Everything takes time
Say you can’t believe me
Like you don’t need me
Say you don’t need my shit
You say you’re through with it
But you can’t look me in the eyes
Let’s talk about our problems
Let's talk about our problems
When we talk about our problems
We talk about me
I take
Everything in stride
You might’ve guessed that
I’m obsessed with
Trying to keep up with
The demands you give
And the heartbreak that we cause
Let’s talk about our problems
Let's talk about our problems
When we talk about our problems
We talk about me
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3. |
Kitchen Floor
03:58
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Lead me to those back woods
The one cliff with our view
Step on through the river
Our already soaked shoes
Wrap me in your sweatshirt
I’ll give you mine to wear
Stay with me forever
As long as you can bear
Show me to your old house
Show me up the stairs
Show me to the kitchen floor
and leave me lying there
Hate me if you want to
Love me if you can
Want me how you want me, darling
But you made me what I am
I will make my place here
When you show me yours
You'll keep looking for me
AND FIND ME NEVERMORE!!!
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4. |
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Call it quits
Call out mistress, kids in sight
Will his eyes roll while mine wander asking graves
If this is the son that I’ve made?
Made
While in prayer my hands are to myself
As if any of that would help
Since I wouldn’t even dream of it
But I have napkins with violet outlines of your lips,
Insist an absence of attention deserves no moral exemption unless you
Condemn every motion that we’ve gone thru
Slipping tongues may say it's untrue
Despite myself I never quite withdrew
Despite myself I never quite withdrew
Calling it over
Calling me over
I can't say no
Calling it over
Calling me over
I can't say no
I’m afraid our union is a matching to strike,
Apparently, I cannot be left alone
Picturesque, but not without
Guilt or consequence, neither mine nor yours
Pictures on the darkroom floor unless you
Condemn every motion that we’ve gone through
Slipping tongues may say its untrue
Despite myself I never quite withdrew
Despite myself I never quite withdrew
Calling it over
Calling me over
I can't say no
Calling it over
Calling me over
I can't say no
Calling it over
Calling me over
Calling it over
Calling me over
Calling it over
Calling me over
Calling it over
Calling me over
Calling it over
Calling me over
I can't say no
Calling it over
Calling me over
I can't say no
Calling it over
Calling me over
I can't say no
Calling it over
Calling me over
I can't say no
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5. |
Hi, How Are You?
03:35
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Smallest longwood invitation
The same indirect compensation for the sidewalk prominence
In which vigilance has cracked a dozen eggs, convinced none of them will fry.
And ever since the scenery might as well be footsteps that catch pavement unevenly.
A second glance, stumbling advance towards our mothers, father’s apparent success.
Wondering if due diligence could ever cash out into a paycheck with enough leverage to make a sufficient apology to the IRS.
With all the mail I get, I figure this hypothetical check should at least cover their postage,
and their unrelenting intention that would be flattering if not for the “PAST DUE” rather than the customary:
“Hi, how are you?”
"PAST DUE" rather than the customary "Hi, how are you?"
There is no time
Please don’t turn around
There is no time
Please don’t turn
My fingers buried underneath
With a crow’s feet meets roots like recycled shoestring pencil sharpener essentials that had me worried occasionally.
Until I catch apathy as if it were a common cold to keep me warm
Selfishness in perfect form
Selfishness and all the rest and I can only ask to do no harm
and wish everyone else to oblige.
A sheep that doesn’t see fleece is a shepherd by any means that can be accompanied by satisfaction left largely unachieved
Words sufficient to concede
Fingertips half-covered by winter sleeves
Or the newest skyline made by make believe
And forever kept.
Made by make believe
And forever kept.
There is no time
Please don’t turn around
There is no time
Please don’t turn around
There is no time
Please don't turn around
There is no time
Please don't turn
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6. |
Stereo
03:06
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Pigs, they tend to wiggle when they walk
The infrastructure rots
And the owners hate the jocks
With their agents and their dates
If the signatures are checked
You'll just have to wait
And we're counting up the instants that we save
Tired nation so depraved
From the cheap seats see us
Wave to the camera
It took a giant ramrod
To raze the demon settlement
But high-ho silver, ride
High-ho silver, ride
Take another ride to see me home
Listen to me
I'm on the stereo stereo
Oh my baby baby baby baby babe
Gave me malaria hysteria
What about the voice of Geddy Lee
How did it get so high?
I wonder if he speaks like an ordinary guy?
(I know him and he does)
And you're my fact-checkin' cuz
(Aww)
Well focus on the quasar in the mist
The Kaiser has a cyst
And I'm a blank want list
The qualms you have and if they stick
They will drown you in a crick
In the neck of a woods
That was populated by
Tired nation on the fly
Everybody knows advice
That was given out for free
Lots of details to discern
Lots of details
But high-ho silver ride
High-ho silver ride
Takes another ride to make me
Oh, get off the air
I'm on the stereo stereo
Oh my baby baby baby baby baby babe
Gave me malaria hysteria
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7. |
Sweet Columbia (Part 1)
02:48
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Be still
Sweet Columbia
Sweet Columbia
Master reasoning
For how you move so quick
How you move so quickly
Be still
Beating heart so quick
Beating heart so quickly
Yet still I believed
Familiarity was the same as relief
How did you leave again?
Leave again
Leave again
How did you leave again?
Leave again
Leave again
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8. |
Sweet Columbia (Part 2)
03:05
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Well I guess I won’t see you this week
Barely at all enough
To see they’re growing stronger
These racing thoughts inside my head
They convince me you’re already gone
And I’m as good as dead
But your head still haunts my pillow
I’m lying here awake
Lying here awake
And your loving presence lingers
All I can do is wait
And I guess we won’t fly down silent streets
In a world our own
With the words we wrote six months ago
Still trapped in envelopes
As the metaphors that breathe inside
Have lost their sense of hope
But your head still haunts my pillow
I’m lying here awake
I'm lying here awake
And your loving presence lingers
All I can do is wait
But your head still haunts my pillow
I’m lying here awake
I'm lying here awake
And your loving presence lingers
All I can do is wait
All I can do is wait
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9. |
Mambos No. 1-4
03:09
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It’s been a heartfelt heartbeat
I think we both can tell
And though our thoughts might not meet
I really wish you well
Now you think I’m just fine
But you’re cold as the snow in springtime
So, I’ll hold
And resign
And see the smile leave your eyes in real time
I’m on a dark, worn car seat
My mind is in the sky
Wanting to keep these thoughts upbeat
Not sure if I should try
Now you think I’m just fine
But you’re cold as the snow in springtime
So, I’ll hold
And resign
And see the smile leave your eyes in real time
I’ll take what I find
And I’ll hold it inside until springtime
So, I’ll hold
And resign
And see the smile leave your eyes in real time
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