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God's Eyes
02:00
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Broken beams hold up this house
There walks across a
Books never read stand on a shelf
For feelings that you’ve never felt
Your poetry sounds kind of shitty
And too long we’ve been sitting
To tell what is real and what is not
Are you real or are you not?
And when I look into God’s eyes
Will I say his name
Or will he say mine?
Picture frame hangs on the wall
It only frames nothing at all
Blank space without words
It’s sayings that you’ve never heard
And when I look into my eyes
Should I expect to
Know what to find?
Broken beams hold up this house
There walks across a
Books never read stand on a shelf
For feelings that you’ve never felt
Your poetry sounds kind of shitty
And too long I’ve been sitting
To tell what is real and what is not
Are you real or are you not?
And when I look into her eyes
Will her smile remind me
That I’m alive?
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2. |
New Beginnings
03:00
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I was on my street, just walking
Birds are chirping, dogs are barking
Traffic going, and men are working
But over all that noise
Still thoughts of you
I was at the grocery shopping
Spill and crash, and pop song stopping
"Spill in 13, Hou get mopping"
But over all that noise
Still thoughts of you
Thoughts so loud
Headache splitting
Sitting pretty
Doesn't start a new beginning
I was at Danny's lame dancing
New Wave DJ, music blasting
Sarah asks if you're still happening
But over all that noise
Still thoughts of you
I was at my job just pouting
Boss man is yelling and shouting
This ain't a mole hill, it's a mountain
But over all that noise
Still thoughts of you
Thoughts so loud
Headache splitting
Sitting pretty
Doesn't start a new beginning
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3. |
Roads To Rome
03:57
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If all roads lead to Rome
How did I end up where I started?
With broken strings, and empty pockets
Playing old songs with old friends
Not so bad traveling the road that you know
Because there is comfort in smelling the roses your nose has grown
To know And all the neighborly hi, hellos
If all roads lead to where your heart feels at home
I got gas to get me cross country
I got faith in my sense of direction
I know all roads lead to home
I know all roads lead to home
Yeah, I’ve been riding alone
Getting to know the man I want to become
I stopped studying the artifacts of what’s gone
But I wonder what if I had somebody riding shotgun?
When my path gets to forking
I'll take the road more traveled
I'll heed the warning Frost was yelling
But always be thinking about that other direction
I’ll never know how green the grass grows
I’ll never know how green the grass grows
I’ll never know how green the grass grows
On the other side
And when I get to where I’m going
I better have wounds and scars to be showing
Cause I’m gonna have to prove how much I’ve been growing
When my road reaches home
I got gas to get me cross country
I got faith in my sense of direction
I know all roads lead to home
I know all roads lead to home
I’ll never know how green the grass grows
I’ll never know how green the grass grows
I’ll never know how green the grass grows
On the other side
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4. |
Dress Shirts, Goldfish
02:31
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Dress shirts, designer jeans
You're always acting like someone you’re not
And you dress, yes to impress
But who are you trying to show cause no one is looking at you
You always act all big
You say you're going to quit the band
Say you're gonna move to New York cause
This here ain't good enough for you
Life it comes
Life it goes
Life it runs Oh, how slow!
Birthday come and birthday pass
Do you remember your very last?
Just a fish in a fish bowl
Always swimming around
Always looking out
Never looking in
And if I had to pick you out
I know I couldn’t tell you apart
Just one of a million
Little gold fish in your bowl
Life it comes
Life it goes
Life it runs Oh, how slow!
Birthday come and birthday pass
Do you remember your very last?
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5. |
Stick In The Mud
02:56
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I’m just a wheel
So spin me around
I know that I will end up hitting the ground
I will hit the ground
I’m just a boat
And I got no sail
Wind is blowing at my back, I need a little tack
Yeah, I need a little tack
You are the button on my shirt that is keeping me
Together we could be what we wanted to be
To know you was a treat, it was a dream
And now it's over for me
Stick in the mud
And I’m hard to pull out
I know that you are trying to get me to shout
Just to get me to shout
You are the button on my shirt that is keeping me
Together we could be what we wanted to be
And to know you was a treat, it was a dream
And now it's over for me
Stick in the mud
And I’m hard to pull out
I know that you are trying to get me to shout
Just to get me to shout
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6. |
Mardie
03:17
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Mardie loves astrology
Mardie loves astrology
She lays the Tarot cards in front of me
It is my future that she reads
Queen of Swords, and Three of Cups, and Future Judgment
This is the story I must confront
Mardie loves astrology
It is a religion she can believe
As for me, I think what I’m told
Maybe I just wanted a girl to hold
Try as I might I think this is a fight I cannot win
Cause there is something beautiful about not knowing when you sin
She builds me up, I break her down
She builds me up, I break her down
Mardie is a Gemini
She gives me reiki while we get high
She practices some kind of magic
Maybe it was just her love that made me feel fantastic
She builds me up, I break her down
She builds me up, I break her down
She builds me up, I break her down
She builds me up, I break her down
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7. |
Cities
05:23
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Cymbals crash, and I lash out not knowing what to say
Driving north on Lake Shore Drive in the driver’s seat I cannot hide
You look out of your window watching the lake go slow
I write Jeff’s words
In a letter I make you read
What can we do when
'These words are misconstrued'
Using someone else’s lines
To describe life for you and I
Trying to save what we could have made
Cause I thought we could take it
It’s just too bad only Conor told us
We couldn’t have the life that was promised
So much for my new sincerity
Oh old love, why could we not be?
How does a place change who we can be?
A rose by another name would smell just as sweet
How does a city define who I am?
In Domino Park, or on the G to Queens
First time in a long time
This city has made me feel like me
Sorry, baby, but it's not you that makes me complete
I write my own story
You are not what I need
Wallace, Franzen, Oberst
Men who can’t describe me
Try as you might
These lyrics just hypothesize
It’s just too bad I said what we had
Winning the lottery for the life that was promised
So much for trust and honesty
Oh old love, why could you not see?
How does a place change who we can be?
A rose by another name would smell just as sweet
How does a city define who I am?
How does a place change who we can be?
A rose by another name would smell just as sweet
How does a city define who I am?
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8. |
My Last
04:14
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My last cigarette
Just my first cigarette
Of the day, of the pack
Try to make this last
My last Sunday night
Had few drinks too many
Then a real blue Monday
But had to make some money
They say you get what you pay for
You reap what you sow
So what?
So what?
We all need a little shelter
Food on our plate
A warm embrace
My last lover
Deserved an album cover
Self-aware, not self-obsessed
I was broken at best
I know my troubles
Ain’t all that bad and so I
Try to make folks laugh and
Love the life that I have
They say you get what you pay for
You reap what you sow
So what?
So what?
We all need some shelter
Food on our plate
A warm embrace
The last of everything
Conditioned not to feel complete
Emptier than when I started
But I still want everything that I see
They say you get what you pay for
You reap what you sow
So what?
So what?
We all need some shelter
Food on our plate
A warm embrace
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9. |
I Am
02:17
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I am what you say I am
Boy in a shirt who lies when life hurts
I write words like everyone in else
In letters, but you could probably spell better
I run when the guard dog barks
I try to buy life a la carte
I hope for luck throwing words like darts
The pen dipped in the blood from my heart
Words read and they make me feel dread
What can I do when it's all been said before
I am a John or a Joe
My story is told, my life is on hold
I remember when I used to feel smart
Before the beginning, before the start
Days gone no longer a part
A half of a whole, a half of heart
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