1. |
fed up
02:28
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i might get fed up with being lonely some times
but i'm never fed up with you
i might be angry at our dumb mistakes
but i'm never angry with you, darling
our skeletons will one day turn to dust
and we'll be remembered as the lovers
who managed spend a life time
smiling dumbly at each other
our graves will most likely be side by side
yours will have a lot more flowers than mine
on your tombstone it'll read
"here lies perfection; rest in piece"
i might get fed up with being lonely some times
but i'm never fed up with you
i might be angry at our dumb mistakes
but i'm never angry with you, darling
the notes we wrote each other will decompose
in trash heaps out side of giant cities
along with every single instrument i'll buy
ain't it such a pity?
i'm terrified of being afraid
and i'm tired of fucking dealing with it
so i'm sorry if i ever seem mad at you
just tell yourself "he really isn't"
i might get fed up with being lonely some times
but i'm never fed up with you
i might be angry at our dumb mistakes
but i'm never angry with you, darling
i might get fed up with being lonely some times
but i'm never fed up with you
i might be angry at our dumb mistakes
but i'm never angry with you, darling
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2. |
moving away
05:44
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when you're not astride me with your knuckles near my scalp,
tufts of hair within your grips and speechless
i ask myself, "why am i growing old within my head?"
"why are days so gray when the fog rids itself from the windows?"
unanswered questions are my chemical make-up
all these softspoken mysteries will haunt me 'til the day i fucking
die and drop dead in the street from a heart attack
asking god, "why should i even believe in you?"
so long as the word "away" is more likely a suffix than "across town"
i shall remain constantly worried sick about you moving, you moving
i didn't think that it was real 'til your mom made a joke about selling the house
but now that i know it's more real that i'd have ever thought, i'm broken
no amount of syllables forming beautiful meter
no amount of expertly crafted syntax could ever truly demonstrate
the way that you coax me into a state of
absolute euphoric bliss
and i will miss the way the fluorescent lights shine off your glasses
and make my eyes shine twice as bright for you
i will miss the way your hands would shake when they meet mine
and how your face would glow when we locked eyes
and i will miss the way the fluorescent lights shine off your glasses
it truly always made you my lighthouse
i'll miss little seattle and i'll miss the constants
and every single little word that you spoke to me
a million stupid love songs aren't gonna keep you here
but there's a million things i'd do if i would only get to hear
the angelic tone of voice you bring within the melodies you sing
in person a couple more times before you disappear
a million stupid love songs aren't gonna keep you here
but there's a million things i'd do if i would only get to hear
the angelic tone of voice you bring within the melodies you sing
but fuck it, i guess i can't help it
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3. |
lua (cover)
04:15
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i know that it is freezing but i think we have to walk
i keep waving at the taxis they keep turning their lights off
but julie knows a party at some actors west side loft
supplies are endless in the evening by the morning theyll be gone
when everything is lonely i can be my own best friend
i get a coffee and the paper have my own conversations
with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
the mask i polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit
and i know you have a heavy heart i can feel it when we kiss
so many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
but me im not a gamble you can count on me to split
the love i sell you in the evening by the morning wont exist
youre looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black
you just keep going to the bathroom always say youll be right back
well it takes one to know one kid i think youve got it bad
but whats so easy in the evening by the morning is such a drag
ive got a flask inside my pocket we can share it on the train
if you promise to stay conscious i will try and do the same
we might die from medication but we sure killed all the pain
but what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane
and im not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
the reasons all have run away but the feeling never did
its not something i would recommend but it is one way to live
cause what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is
whats so simple in the moonlight now is so complicated
whats so simple in the moonlight so simple in the moonlight
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4. |
pondering infinity
01:53
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we stared at the night sky and pondered infinity
i thought of those evenings you spent sending hearts to me
it was nearly nidnight and you were still standing next to me
it perplexes me, oh it perplexes me
how we stared at the night sky and thought of our universe
the cloud cover sheathed the stars in exalted uniform
i melted to the core, right in your arms
it demented me for a century
my heart was made from solid glass, you know
but you turned it to sand, and rain, and snow
and when they mingled in the undertow,
i sat back let it go, 'cause you
took me into luxury
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