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Painfully Fine
02:58
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I’ve never really left the suburbs it’s a state of mind I never really have recovered
I miss it all the time
mysterious world out after the street lights glow the safe warm feeling of the empty roads biking home
the nosy ass neighbors staring straight out their bedroom blinds and searching nearby woods for an adventure I’ll never find
days we’ll never recapture
they were painfully fine
Skipping school to hide and smoking half of a cigarette
the friend who brought a gun in coolly threatened my life with it the babysitting team who spent six months in detention
the manicured bushes hiding spite and resentment
days we’ll never try to recapture they were painfully fine
I’ve never really left the suburbs it’s a state of mind I never really have recovered
I miss it all the time
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2. |
Community Garden
02:32
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This is opportunity this is a community garden come and plant anything that you don't see and you are in charge keep them fed give them light and give them a bed for the night anything that comes up is all right
If you can eat it with bread or rice you can give and barter.
We're digging the sights
Rehashing the past
And turning the music up to full blast
We're going all night, if anyone asks
This is opportunity
This is where community started
There's houses standing here after 90-something years and they're guarded by ghosts
Of the men and the women
The families and friends
Who filled them
When one era ends
The next fills in
The cycle is circular and absolute
I wonder how to rebuild what's been lost over time
No ones fault
But things change
And thank god
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3. |
Giving Up On Us
01:39
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I'm on a coming of age adventure just for me
I'm on a plane with too much baggage headed straight down for the sea
If I have to pilot this plane one more time
jump into the cockpit and point us back towards the skyline
if I have to pilot this plane one more time
I'm giving up giving up on us
I'm on the case trying to solve the mystery
where you play the desperate criminal and I play the police
If I have to solve this case one more time
sift through all the evidence
what's the truth and who's lying
if I have to solve this case one more time
I'm giving up, giving up on us
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Sunglasses
03:31
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I'm serious I always guess
I never look inside
Whatever you've got to hide
I know It's better if I don't find
I'd rather take up poking eyes with sticks
And sunglasses at night
Than take the risk of kissing you and all of this goodbye
I'm delirious, I always miss
I never step outside
Whatever's on my mind I think it's better if you don't find
I'd rather take the partial credit
And make it through the night
Than spread it on the table and start bracing for a fight
I'd rather plant some kind and gentle words and watch them grow up tall
Than till the ground in hopes of digging up some alcohol
Don't act surprised.
It's curious how you can twist
This all up in your mind
If I can bend your ear, I can make it clear
That everything is fine
I'd rather take up poking eyes with sticks
And sunglasses at night
Than take the risk of kissing you and all of this goodbye
I'd rather throw a bit of friction in the gears so they run right
than take it all apart and hope the pieces realign.
Don't act surprised.
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5. |
After We Spoke
04:34
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He’d give you his car to drive you there.
He’d give you his lungs to breathe you air.
He was a tour de force
Tall, of course
And he was dripping with debonair
He’d mastered the art of chemistry
He’d asked you to break if off with me
He was a tour de force
With eyes, of course
And he had magic up his sleeve
But you were always
You were always
You were always in my dreams
She’d pushed the other girls aside
She promised to make a stunning bride
She was a tour de force
with lips of course
And she swallowed up your pride
She was a heavy handed flirt she promised to have you for dessert
she was a tour de force with legs of course
and she was hunting you for sport
But you were always
You were always
You were always in my dreams
And after we spoke there’s a light in my heart
There’s a light
There’s a light on
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6. |
Truth is a Bubble
02:44
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In a room in the summer
I wanna tell you all about where I've been
the truth is a bubble
and I wonder if I can let you in
or if you'll fall apart
cause I fall apart
smell of grass growing greener
and there's pollen in the open evening air
honeysuckle is getting sweeter
and I wonder if your patience is wearing thin
and if you'll fall apart
cause I fall apart
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7. |
Tell Me, Shel
03:19
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The country back roads will do fine for now, I’ll drive around and think it out
I’m steering into sunlight hoping I can find it before it goes down
Tell me, Shel, should I be letting go?
Back at home I’m restless, I’ll try the bike that makes the funny clicking sound
And pedal hard enough to burn my face with wind as I am speeding up
I bought that ring to show you how I felt but you already knew by then
I know you don’t believe but I’m sure that love can die and be reborn again
Tell me, Shel, should I be letting go?
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8. |
Firefight
03:00
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The trouble was I was barely holding up
placed my palm over top of that big red button and took one last look
from my nose to my soles I was terrified and stuck
it never does what you think it does so just press and self-destruct
I was thrown into the fire fight
I was gone before I let off a round
The dust and smoke held my body tight
my face was stone
as the color ran out
The trouble was I was barely waking up
it was empty sleep anyway
the kind you can’t tell whether you’re dreaming or not
The trouble was I was running low on hope
kept my hands in my pockets and my thoughts all locked up inside the vault
I was thrown into the fire fight
I was gone before I let off a round
The dust and smoke held my body tight
my face was stone
as the color ran out
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9. |
I've Grown Happy
03:02
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I've never had trouble suspending disbelief or just pretending
I could close my eyes and I’d be there
And turning off a feeling's my game
I got pretty good in my day
But ever since I gave it up I swear
I've grown happy
As I've grown old
I've grown happy
As I've grown old
So maybe things won't look just how
Your younger self imagined
now you'll have to turn your thinking cap up loud
To drown out voices from your brain
That tell you you should feel nothing
Now tell me how can love really run out?
I've grown happy
As I've grown old
I've grown happy
As I've grown old
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10. |
Caught In Between
03:08
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when you perform for a worn out bar stool
when you belong on the stool nextdoor
if you look worn, I'll warm the car up and unlock the door
if you respond to a late night message
when you can't sleep without the tv on
if I get up, would it make you happy to hear a song?
there's lies and loss caught in between
but in reality there's more underneath
and I know life is short, you'd agree
when you think of me, I hope you think of us
when you run home without the faintest direction
where will you point your worn out flats?
I'll be the beacon in the distance blinking, from a distant past
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11. |
Do You See
03:33
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After several months the scent still lingers
Hidden under smoke and mirrors
And I’m still whistling the most obnoxious tune you’ve heard
Check the floorboard, you will find a box with things from older times
That someone’s left behind full of bad Memorex and dirt
Inch a couple inches closer
To the edge and look on over
I’ve got you by the shirttails and I’m rooted to a tree
Do you see the distant parkway
Anchored by the cars on their way home from bed and breakfasts to their Sunday night tv?
Wake up
But don’t move too fast
It’s a stick-up
And I can barely see through this ski mask
Just point to the vault
Wait - you have a vault, right?
Did I get the address right?
Did I mention you look really nice in this light?
I guess I’ll be off now. No, I’ll go let myself out. Have a great night.
Barricade the doors and windows
Build an indoor fort with pillows
And just in case go tuck the checkbook into dresser drawers
Dance around the question till the tone and your inflection make it obvious space and direction don’t matter anymore
Wake up, it’s a short damn life
So impatient that I can barely sit through this street light
Just hand me a smoke
Wait - we’ve still got smokes, right?
Why does nothing go right?
Did I mention I’m tired and I’m bored and I’m just being polite.
I hope we’re home soon so I can sleep in my own room.
What a strange life.
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