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Ouch
02:11
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if you don't love me anymore, if i should walk right out that door
please let me know, oh please just say. i don't wanna waste away.
if you don't love me anymore, if i am just a fucking bore
please let me know, i don't wanna leave things so goddamn unsaid.
it fucks with my head.
but if this is what comes out of my mouth, it's cause i wanna have some doubt that you were treating me the right way
but if this is what comes out of my mouth, it's cause i wanna scream and shout all the things that still haunt my dreams at night.
well all i want is to be something more than what you said i could never be.
and things aren't that easy but we'll get there someday and it will be beautiful to me.
but if i could say that without a doubt, i wouldn't have to sing this song so loud.
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Chaquita City Rockers
02:32
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too hard to believe, as far as our eyes can perceive.
though we've been dealt to this fucked reality.
nowhere left to turn, all we've got left is to burn
what haunts you in the night, oh in the night.
but the thing that keeps me up the most
is i don't know if i believe in ghosts
but sometimes i get the feeling that i'm not real
and when i feel you touch or see
your face in a crowded place, in a passing car
or somewhere in my headspace
this crushing guilt is way too real
mistakes repeated i'll never reveal
still hard to believe, but as far as our eyes can perceive
oh we've been dealt to this fucked reality.
but maybe i can see, if we try a bit harder
we can kinda be so much better than the cold world
you've got to know so well
you knew so well
that this world is hell
so hard to believe, but for you we will reprieve
try not to let this eat away anymore in our dreams
but i'm sad that you died, and i wish you would stay
but i sold all my stamps, and at the end of the day
now i'm drinkin and i'm thinkin it's my bad luck rotting out
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Afraid
03:17
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well take me back i've spent too many nights on these lines.
a bright red thumb tack is lodged in my foot and i can't ignore this pain.
cause living your life like this always feels the same.
and i can't always find the strength to hide the shame when i look you in the eyes.
oh in those eyes, oh in those eyes, oh darling i'm afraid.
and these damned southern states have gone and eaten away at my mind.
my dreams don't take their flight, they just leave me behind.
and this time i don't know if i'm coming back to town.
and if you're lucky you might just see me around, not 6 feet underground.
well my darling i'm doing everything i can to avoid your gaze.
and my darling, i won't lie, i am ashamed. and my darling, most of all, i am afraid.
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4. |
A Fool
02:24
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take your pain down to your lungs as you're feeling it
i'm breaking all my chains tonight cause i'm feeling it
feeling every bone in my body break down and rust away
with tonight please sing along cause i'm breaking it
a promise i made to you so long ago, does it mean anything anymore?
am i just a fool trying to be something i'm not?
but who knows anyways
well i don't think i could be anything more than what you made me on that night
but somehow i'm here and i'm still flying
maybe we don't have to live in the past and let that shit kick our ass.
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5. |
National Anthem 2.0
01:53
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sometimes i shed my skin and i stare into the eye of the sun
and i see nothing and everything at once well i said i
well i, i said to you
well my friend, my friend i don't know if i'll see you through this mess
and then you, you turned to me
and with the most wicked smile i've ever seen you just said wait and see
well i believe that our shallow little pointless lives
well they serve some sort of meaning
and you'd, well you'd like to believe
that after this mess was through that we all could
get something a little better than this shit
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6. |
No Sight
02:41
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well i watched you as you were dying on that hill
encased in rock you were stuck but still
i could've pushed you right over that ledge
i could've watched you fall right to your death,
instead i brought a chisel and set your face free
and sat a while while i carved your body from stone
it was beautiful it shown the vastest sea,
like nothing i've ever known.
your waters were an ocean where i'd swam before, but as you swallowed me whole i drifted away. but where is my reaction to the vastness of this sea? too slow to take action my tongue dried up. with my last straw gone i ask myself is this time to move on? take my chances with land. now my eyes are dried out, they're rolling back in my head and the sun is laughing at me whispering "you're dead". and i can't help but believe him as my body goes numb and as i lay stranded this is what i hum:
i'm sorry that it took so long to see,
but it's not you it's probably me.
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7. |
Love? No Way!
02:41
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well you are the burden that i've been holding to myself for years.
and maybe every reason that i could do anything but wrong.
and as i watch you watch me from across the room,
did you notice my shitty eyes, these pretty eyes?
and did you notice my heart, or did you fail to see anything else?
and as the final hand was cast, oh you offered yours out to help.
through the shape and the words and the drama, you offered a helping hand.
and if you stay my brother after all this, well i'll fucking understand.
just please don't hold it against me if i tell you that i love you.
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8. |
No Bus Stop
02:46
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as we set our sails to the winds of tomorrow, will we die or fly into eternity?
but i don't know all of the answers to these questions,
but will that stop me?
from setting sail, from going deep,
well into the back of my mind,
oh to where all the sheep go when in fall asleep?
right after the part oh usually when i weep.
and to our deaths, well i don't think we'll see,
we'll see it coming like the back of the bus,
or the back of the train that never comes to pick us up.
i'm cold and alone in the rain still sitting here,
just waiting for you. still waiting for you.
and the bus never comes to pick us up, to pick me up.
and it doesn't come to pick me up.
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9. |
Toyota
00:59
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10. |
Keep Yr Voice Down
02:42
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the children in the dark don't know what they're missing
and i don't have the heart to tell the truth about it.
so keep yr voice down darlin and keep yr eyes clear
especially if you're starting to feel a little queer about it.
and i would know the pattern if i started again.
even if you're waiting for me to begin.
the poison of affection has gone and stewed and left us doomed.
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11. |
Consume
02:40
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anyways
there's nothing left for you.
all the things left in my room don't consume me.
for all the ways that i choose to love you
does this suit you?
and so i don't waste my time with all of the things i could have done
with all of the spaces that we run.
was there anything left?
was there something we could have done that doesn't just end in pure speculation?
well i don't think we'll know and chances are we never will.
and that's okay cause i guess i'll keep on trying for tomorrow
anyways
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12. |
No Astronauts
06:25
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well are you surprised that we're not astronauts?
that we're just common men living common lives.
well are you surprised that you're not the president?
just some figurehead, and not a tangible fucking thing.
just a narrow pack of lies.
we'll take our time, and watch our cells decay,
smoke our cigarettes, and drink the day away.
as our hopes will fly off to the moon,
i sit here and wonder if death will come soon.
well i'll never see beyond earth.
i'm destined to die inert,
i'm destined to be nothing,
and sometimes i think that's beautiful.
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