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50%
03:11
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Step back or it's too late to save me again
But I kind of hoped it would be
Let's hear it once more for not-so-sweet revenge
As these unanswered questions keep clawing at me
This world is getting worn, this world is getting warmer
This girl is getting torn, guess that I should've warned her
Hang tight and I'll throw you a rope or a snake
It's your discretion as to which you choose
If there's one thing I know, it's the route that we take
That determines the extent to which we're going to lose
There's a fifty percent chance I'll like the way it went
If I give it fifty percent
If we can pretend that it's all going well
If we can put this shit behind
Maybe we'll become enchanted and I'll never tell
That we're actually
Actually, never mind
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2. |
I 4 N I
03:02
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Don't believe this incline is to the Courtneys and Carolines
Caroling into your heart like a crutch
That won't buy you the rights to your own short films
On the plane to your producer
Who you really couldn't care for much
I need a brand new wake up plan, to feel it molding to my hand
I want to feel the bellows quake, eye for an idle hand mistake
Like a flavor of the hour, you're using up all your superpowers
Breaking down odorless packages of fantasies and fears
Brand new magazines and flyers
Confront everything you stand for
Which is mostly curling in a ball and hold back your tears
Everybody wants a party, wants a party to come right to them
Fire up the music for your up and coming mental episode
Everybody wants a party, wants a party to last forever
Fire up the keg and pump and pump and pump 'til it explodes
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3. |
Maren Brown Falls Down
03:55
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The crowd is full of fervor like they feel like they've been cheated
Is it possible the building will collapse?
A local superhero is regarded as their leader
And she hushes all the "maybe" and "perhaps"
A bold vermillion through the sky
A cloud of cinnamon floats by
Assembling the town below
A shining chance to watch her glow
Jesus and Maryann, no, Maryann and Joseph
She's barreling through the wall
As pie charts and diagrams litter the airwaves
They wonder if she will fall
She sits at home relaxing and her name is in the papers
When she overhears a herd of police cars
A gang of roving jewel thieves on another of their capers
And the law needs help to put them behind bars
She soars around them with her cape
A shadow overhead will drape
The people gather 'round and cheer
"What would we do without you here?"
Jesus and Maryann, no, Maryann and Joseph
She's managed to catch them all
The anchormen speculate with solid statistics
And wonder when she will fall
And then the town grew silent for the forthright allegory
When she calmed them all regarding the attack
As she prepared for takeoff, taken in a blaze of glory
When a jilted watchman shot her in the back
A war of sorts would now desist
How could it ever come to this?
A martyr to her craft of love
The people sang a chorus of
Jesus and Maryann, no, Maryann and Joseph
There's nobody left to call
She still hovers over them, a guardian angel
And knows that she cannot fall
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4. |
Vulture
03:33
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The pearly gates were meant for me on earth
As I process everything as if it stretched back to my messy birth
Can't leave a trace of evidence of interest in unleaded float
I'll be damned if I do but even more damned if I don't
And if these nights still linger, business as usual for me
I'm progressive enough to keep myself in good company 'cause
I'm a vulture
The melting pot, I stuff my talons right in
I thought I had to fear my enemies but it was really friends
I was too eager to watch myself get hurt
But there's injury for supper mixed with insult for dessert
But no more of this feeding frenzy upon my bones
I'm only here to make you suffer
I suppose you should've known that
I'll fly away from the affection ten miles in the wrong direction
Got a lifetime guarantee to circle endlessly
I'll fly around the clueless bodies of the lifeless jocks and hotties
Ever since I'd opened shop I've never planned to stop
The garden grove where I proclaim my victory
A shrouding bit of proof that I can conquer absolutely nobody
And I fell off the planet the very moment that I landed
One too many times backhanded and I'll never understand it
I'll fly away from the affection in the opposite direction
I'll fill in for someone else but never for myself
I'll fly around unknowing victims, only truth is when I trick them
Keeping everybody vexed as to what I'll do next
I'll fly against the wind and rain, I always fly against the grain
I'll fly around the sun and bring back souvenirs for everyone
I'll fly so high, you'll never see me soaring through the sky
I don't know why I fly but I'll keep trying 'til the day I die
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I don't want this feeling to end
Your lips breathe life into mine, I'm clamoring up some sign
Don't you think that I don't know what's going on
Your jacket gives way to you, latching what I fell into
Deep into the paragraphs that are soaring into this place
I could sleep a dozen eons, all the while dreaming of your face
Because I think I want to see you
And I'm longing to get close to you
'Cause the night ended with confetti
And it wasn't even supposed to
I woke up after I fell unconscious from the bombshell
I need to lay in your bed, can't let it go to my head
Deep into the cataracts that are boring into my space
I could sleep a dozen eons, all the while dreaming of your face
Because I'm only here to see you
And it's no surprise I'm hesitant
Because I'm secret in the future
But you broke into my present
I'm catatonic inside, it's hard to deal with this pride
Deep into the catalysts that are flooring my every case
I could sleep a million eons, all the while dreaming of your face
Because I'm praying just to hear from you
Even if you're in the distance
Because I'm unprepared for your world
In a life so sick and twisted
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6. |
January 2012
04:20
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Because you left with a violent quickness
I think I just might enjoy this
The radio has fallen on the floor
And the battery pack is not where I left it
"Lay it on me," she said with a shining so-so spirit's essence
And your card read 302 Alameda Drive
So careful, aren't you?
All the trophy wives you can collect will one day rust
When the hour strikes we're the only ones that you can trust
Down in the murk of all the interstellar junk
That's in your closet
I'm just amazed and a little distraught that this is how it goes
But I won't cancel out your season
'Cause I don't have a decent reason
And the other side will look so blank but maybe it's subliminal
All the grooving vinyl of your past will turn to dust
I could sleep a dozen eons, all the while dreaming of your face
But don't think that I'm living it up
'Cause I'm not and I'm not and I'm not, not, not
Not a single sound to be heard around the tank in her backyard
All these light years wasted on the ascent of a wedding ring
But who am I to think that anything I say means anything?
All the time you drive yourself will make your stomach bust
I could sleep a dozen eons, all the while dreaming of your face
All the trophy wives you can collect will one day rust
When the hour strikes there will be no one left to trust
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7. |
Au Natural
03:22
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Maybe I'm a genius, maybe I'm a genie
Maybe I'm just shaking in my jeans
Maybe busting at my seams
Maybe I'm a miser, maybe older but not wiser
Maybe I'm some cattle waiting for the prod
Maybe I'm a little flawed
Maybe I shouldn't be telling you any of this
I'm feeling au natural when it comes to not feeling au natural
I'm the master of disaster, the emcee of modesty
And there's no way to go but up
Maybe I'm a handle, maybe I'm a rustic candle
Maybe I'm a lighter with a spark that'll keep me from the dark
Maybe I'm your notebook, maybe the index of your notebook
Maybe I'm the Cabernet you drank today
Maybe I'm a poet and I don't realize it
Maybe I should keep looking for the signs I've missed
I'm the missive of mistake, the overseer of opaque
Maybe I could have my pick of them
Maybe I could catch a flailing star myself
But maybe that's not what I really need
I'm confident in that if nothing else
Maybe I'm a bastard, maybe I'm a lucky number
Maybe I'm a dial tone on your vintage phone
You flung upon the windowsill
Maybe I'm a chew toy, maybe a rocket you could deploy
Maybe I'm your secret weapon and you just don't know it
Maybe I'm about to blow it up
I'm the grandfather of bother and the kin of giving in
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8. |
Testosterone
03:17
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Liquor night, I can't believe the sights
My eyes are stinging me from a lumbering ox
Set to bust my head wide open just like a melon
He waltzes in disdain with a lack of concern
Sizzling through every footstep
I guess I shouldn't have nodded at him gentlemanly like that
No, no, no, no, no
Two men have joined the race
Let's see how each one operates now
I see a trickle of blood like a cherry cordial in the mud and
The crowd is gagging on the play-by-face plant marathon, wow
What a productive way to spend my fucking Saturday
Recover quick 'cause someone's looking
The skirt that ruffles my ears quickly
Taking priority over health, be it mental or physical
I can't see her eyes or anything important
But it's not important, now that I'm thoroughly beaten
This night must be redeemed
I'll walk her to her car, the steam departing from the bar now
We'll go back to her place, I'll never get to see her face and
She bellows at my hand, I can't recognize where I am, wow
What a productive way to spend my fucking Saturday
Come on
I'm young and dumb and numb and ready like a loaded gun now
I'm rock and jock and cock and parading around the block and
I'm marred and tarred and hard
And pocketing a Mastercard, wow
What a productive way to spend my fucking Saturday
I'm out there every Saturday, my every day's a Saturday
My brain don't have a thing to say
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9. |
Drop City
03:49
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Are you tired of your little black lease on life?
Are you feeling like a train wreck
And you can't look anywhere else?
Take a glance at this brochure
We've got lots of stunning pictures
Of a Utopian arena where you go to find yourself
If you're fresh out of juvenile hall
If you're filled with the fear to work the Wall,
Then give us a call
When you've hit rock bottom and the world throws you around
The flicker of Drop City always helps to slow it down
Are you fed up with the gears that you turn each day?
Have you had it with the hum of your humidifier?
Could you stare blankly into the abyss or at the dude himself
And the urge to ask for hope dies down
Because you're sort of tired?
If your walking life is slicked with greed
If you're desperate to sample a new breed
We know what you need
When you're in the middle of the filler of your chapter
The sparkle of Drop City makes you happy ever after
You don't know what else to want
And I don't know what else to give you
You can barely feel your palm
I once thought it was too good to allow
I was ready to turn and spit it out
But look at me now
When you're on your last legs and you're failing all your tests
The glimmer of Drop City can put all your fears to rest
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10. |
More Hugs
03:00
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Strep throat, or your heart dumped into a blender
Set to liquefy, the cleaver knocks you back
Like it's the first time you've seen her
I feel my appendix bursting inside me
Well, um, I guess I should lay down
Temperature flies through the roof
Hover 'round the kissing booth
Ample rays from the sun, I was once for everyone
Now I'm going holistic and taking drugs
Doctor always said I could use more
Weak knees knocking at the door made of maple
Hope that our patient is stable
Let's lay our playing thoughts out on the table
Gestures between eyes and floors and that blender
And the joke-a-day calendar
Why'd the chicken cross the road?
I think that I might explode
Hush-hush, this is such a rushed operation
I could stand to take a vacation
Anywhere but here's my prime destination
So long, by which I mean take care
By which I mean good luck, slash good riddance
I'm so happy I could shout
Tip me over and pour me out
Ample rays from the sun, beating down on everyone
Now I'm riding high with lightning bugs
Doctor always said I could use more hugs
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11. |
Ma Bell
03:35
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I can't understand anything you're saying
The meaning's drained from all your words
I guess I'll have to have to go with
Whatever I think I just heard
Your cloud of smoke no longer vital
Of all your coiled springs I am free
How does it feel to not be measured?
It's feeling pretty great to me
Oh well, there's nothing I can do
I'll get my mother to sing me to sleep
From the other side of the room
One day I'll be addicted too
But until then I'm stuck chasing the hook
For another dose of you
One day I'll be a famous something
And I'll be somewhere far away
And you'll be wishing you had taken
A second just to hear all the shit I had to say
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12. |
Annihilation Blues
04:06
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You felt the earth shake underneath you last night
You called out for your shivering hand to hold tight
But it's all right the lie there and wonder what you've missed
And it's all right to wake up and feel like you exist
And you can pretend I'm not around
And you can drive me into the ground
As long as there is life, there is something left of mine
And I don't think I'm running out of time
I built a tower but you just knocked it down
I left a note for you but you went out of town
And it's all right to hate me for all the things I've done
And it's high time you realized that I'm not the only one
And you can lead me into the dark
And you can leave me there for a lark
As long as there is life, there is evil left inside
And I don't think it's ever going to die
And you can get the planet to tilt
And you can wrack the people with guilt
As long as there is life, there is something left to try
And I don't think we're running out of time
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