1. |
Future Regret
01:35
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If you wait til it gets bad enough
by then it might be too late
I know it's scary sometimes, but I'm here
Spent time going through your pockets for that one lost special thing
Identify with your sadness and when it's gone you might miss the sting
I know it's scary sometimes just to feel
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2. |
a rain that never comes
02:12
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This feeling hangs over my head
Never would expect anything different
I have no forethought, no trust
Like a rain that will never come
How did I become so lost
These anxious nights remembering the times that I've felt love
Why can't I be the one to pick up the phone and talk
I've been addicted to my sadness
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3. |
Blush
02:10
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I want to be driven mad by longing
You said I'm the color of the walls
Holding onto a memory
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4. |
Beacon
02:37
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Pick me up for the turnaround
and cast me off
Drag me down to the bottom
where I'll never be found
I was born with eyes that wander
shifting images of hunger
the light doesn't look back
In the darkness I am whole
Call me out from the shadows where I circle around
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5. |
Island Eyes
01:39
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Oh how I want to live
On the island in your eyes
So everything you see
Would play upon my sky
Like a projector screen
And when you sleep at night
The darkness that you find
Will find its way to me
And I know that when you dream
You always dream of me
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6. |
gone to ruin
02:04
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I woke up with a strange face
though I hadn't slept in several hundred days
think I was born on a train
never saw a face that I would ever see again
I woke up in a strange place
though I hadn't seen my body for a hundred days
think I was born on a train
never saw someplace that I would ever see again
but hey, don't I know you from somewhere
I recognize your necromantic stare
thought it was mine
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7. |
song for jason molina
02:26
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try to envision a life worth living
made up of pounds and scars
I feel like I'm dyin, pushing out poison
I think my heart's gotten bigger
curve my thoughts backward
until I am within you
I want to walk in your light
I'm coming to life
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8. |
seeping through
01:58
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my body tells me what I need to know
I gotta spread out
I can see where the window is cracking and
I'm seeping through it
they tell me this is all there is
your quest for truth's just some empty missives
feast your eyes on a lack of devotion
peel back the vinyl where it's red and raw
my laughter paints such garish colors
to the pulse of my own pleasure
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9. |
condemned
02:16
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speak as though no one ever heard the word
selective memory repeats on you again
now you're sick with recollections
you've been holding back the meaning
making sense of what you're left with
told you none of this gets easier
forget your plans
you're never happy much more than a minute
find some peace
you'll need it now and later down the road
someone will steal it back again
because you let them in, you did
falling down from the ceiling
vantage point wasted
they tore your house down
no one heard you cry out
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10. |
warm
02:12
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I'm in love with summertime
when i hear the thunder strike
I kinda lose my mind
let's go out and get drenched
make out with me in the rain
bodies warm
I'm in love with summertime
sweaty breasts and naked thighs
I kinda lose my mind
let's go out and get drunk
wanna hear you say my name
bodies warm
I'm not afraid of anything
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11. |
one fixed point
02:37
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no sudden movements
don't try to breathe yet
you are a mound, a heap of sticks and sand
only one thing's gonna get you through the night
eyes locked on one fixed point
relax, don't think
remember not to try to move your neck
empty oyster shells
snapped open, broken
eyes locked on one fixed point
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12. |
Babylon
02:04
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Hop off the express train from Penn
oh, to be back again
a place once full of family and friends
start sinking in
to the town where you once lived
Do some shots at Mary's or the 'rock
try to shake it off with a walk
make out with a stranger at argyle park
you're not who you thought
in the town where you once lived
Well, home is a losing game
some things just don't stay the same
run off in all directions for profit and fame
then change your name
And the branches of the willow tree danced
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13. |
sleep it off
01:54
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I could sleep til the whole world is new if I wanted to
Every last disaster seems to be coming true because we want it to
All that's left of me is tied to you
Better not break it
No end and no beginning
to the moments spent here wishing
Comes an hour, comes a day
comes a life been dreamt away
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14. |
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I’m not gonna write another line
About all the things I can’t get offa my mind
Fill a lock-box with rocks
And drop it off the wharf
Hey, thanks a lot
But i’m not looking back
Could sure use a new start
I’m kicking off the next part with a shot in the dark
Gonna learn to hang my shoulders
In a way that doesn’t hurt
For what it’s worth
Man that box was heavy
Justify the effort given
With all the lies i've lived and people I’ve been
Staring down a well
That’s never to be filled
It never fails
In keeping my heart humble
Never speak ill of the night
She’s coming back around with a chance to make it right
Hold onto your mama
Let her cry in your arms
And never tell
Just how much she’s caused you harm
This is just the way of the spin
Knocks you right over just to pick you up again
So when you can’t seem
to stand on your own
you should know
That i still love ya so
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15. |
be cruel
01:52
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Feel it out
I’m sinking into something real
Keep it to myself
Don’t wanna hear what I’m thinking
Picture this
A phantom of your hope
Go for it
I’m not going to stop you
If you could only help me with one thing
Be cruel to me
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16. |
collecting rocks
02:25
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Could it be
That i’m only
As big as my own thoughts
How many pebbles are in the pail
Count them one by one
Endless pacing between points
Of have and have not
Is it true
That me and you
Are tipping all the scales
How many troubles will send me back to hell
Watching myself fall
Endless pacing between points
Of is and was
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17. |
working from the bottom
03:23
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In the high fields of your hair
Something starting
Make the walk down to the ocean
See you there
How can new things start to happen
In the same place that you’ve stood so long and still
On a night so inviting
The moon looks closer
A tiny bubble ballet
Conducted by your shining eyes
Moveless wings that mutter
Your censored thoughts into my ear
If i could be certain
I’d still be doing nothing
Watch the water run away
Know that’s one thing i can’t change
Purse your lips now
I’m still working from the bottom
Where the fishes suck my toes
And where i am nobody knows
No one can see me
Or tell if I am happy
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18. |
I'm on fire
01:37
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I don't like to stay in one place
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19. |
a curse upon ye
01:55
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Calling moonrise a transaction
Will it multiply the fraction
Spin around three times
Cross your fingers that you do it right
Do you have a plan of action
Can you multiply the fraction
There’s no luck in solving puzzles
Buying parachutes in doubles
Flip it over, do it twice
No, you’ll never get it right
Gave you chances, yeah I tried
No, you’ll never get it right
Lose your logic, lose your pride
You will never get it right
Strangers never say goodbye
No, you’ll never get it right
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20. |
liminal
02:19
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Stepped out dripping
In the dark space between points of warmth
Shone a light
Cold as the night
Showed me the beauty in absence
Softly spoke
Pull on the door
Like tides on the water
Lower your torch
Show me what darkness is for
I don’t need to see
Wander forever, call to me
At home in a hall
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21. |
Sabrina
01:18
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you were the fire, I was the coals
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22. |
stock footage of a clown
02:52
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I didn't wanna hafta tell you
the things that make your life more hard
I'd rather lay here and get wasted
but that's not how I play this part
here i am now, getting older
my twisted line's more or less straightened out
I didn't wanna hafta tell you
but it's true, you've never been lied to
hey, things'll work out
my old friend's back on my shoulder
he always keeps my line engaged
with something beautiful and awful
it's all true, you've never been lied to
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23. |
papier mache face
01:43
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Keep your fingernails clean
Try to mean what you say
Say the things that you mean
I woke up in a panic
Thought you died in the dark
I’m only as sane
As my hair is long
Have to keep you at arms length
But I only want to hold on
I’ve been walking with weights in my shoes
Crumpled up bits of newsprint
Keep me glued together
You can see the places where I’m cracking
I wish you wouldn’t look
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24. |
Heartache-All-The-Time
02:39
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have you been to Heartache-All-The-Time?
seems I've been living here all my life
but when you come around
to see this clown
think I might get out
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25. |
lavender teapot
02:36
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My vision’s been blurred
Since the last time I saw you
I’ve been seeing stars where there's only lampposts
I saw the sun die
Before my eyes
And I don’t wanna go on missing you
The lavender teapot
From some grandmother’s attic
Is still right where we left it
I know there’s a whole lot to lose
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