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hold on a minute
01:00
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2. |
big truck (small woman)
02:45
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man i am a lackey to the plan
foundation laid under the sand
lovin is a front it's a way above my head
got all the masters laid to rest
thought i was loafin with the best
now she's aiming to the west
like lightning in traffic
peeling through the night
veer to the side of the
the motorway she'll cut away the signs
signal abuse
the beaconing blues
her cruise had you struck down below a
big truck small woman
big love short ride
big truck small woman inside
she is dissecting all our minds
a pin point away from my demise
manipulation of design
with output so tragic
peeling through the night
veer to the side of the
the motorway she'll cut away the signs
signal abuse
the beaconing blues
her cruise had you struck down below a
big truck small woman
big love short ride
big truck small woman inside
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3. |
lies about lies
03:20
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nintey days ninety-one nights inside the grave
of your mind is it dark enough to blind
the asymmetry of life?
god awake will never wash away your stains
oh the type to knot a tie that binds
deception to your fate
lies about lies about lies
grey in your eyes all color drained over the times
you wish had stayed beyond an age
where clear-cut truth fell to design
born to change though never headstrong to embrace
the growing tide shore-bound and drowning all
the dodgers in disguise
lies about lies about lies
got no emotion cause some commotion baby
pseudo emotions imposing motion with your
lies about lies about lies
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4. |
hardshell tacos
03:30
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her hands collect the roses
that i'd sown out in my maze
through a season of corrosion
and tend the garden of my shame
but the night falls undelayed
it comes creeping like a vine
by its silver tongue i'm slain
as shades of truth carress my mind
her angel frame i cannot see
for i take no martyr's name
in sickly sleep with cavity
i’m bound by chains of decay
the fruit that i've mistreated
the blooming of light
her roots are now retreating
just the way i feared they might
though silent night befalls me
and my blood it is dust
i can't bear to be a reaper
to the fields of my rust
her angel frame i cannot see
for i take no martyr's name
in sickly sleep with cavity
i’m bound by chains of decay
tonight the pious moon will paint
her patsy hands in everglow
till the seeds of memory
meet reigning hope
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5. |
the manvan
04:20
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fever-dreaming of you again today, buried in the fray
santa monica without you just ain’t the same
the light’s falling away from me
now i hide in the basket of my brain
and i’ve got no inclination to say
i’m gonna find a reason to change my ways
i whisper songs about the broken sun
this city sky bears a shade of recession i can’t outrun
pico boulevard, you said you lost the plot, and fell apart
i tried so hard to carry your tired heart
but i ain’t as strong as i thought
in time i’ve fallen to the memory
but i think that i’m finally starting to see
you didn’t have the hunger to be so free
i wish that you’d catch my point of view
‘cause i feel like i won’t last without you to pull me through
rewind to where we started
wide-eyed and hopeful-hearted
with a mind to climb above the weight of life
now beat down in our prime
laid out on the 405
you ring the bell to bid farewell
and i feel like i’m falling into a personal hell
where i’ll never come through ‘cause you never did
there’s no way to take a redo, carving spirals where i tread
and in the back of my head
i hide in the basket of my brain
and i’ve got no inclination to say
i’m gonna find a reason to change my ways
i whisper songs about the broken sun
this city sky bears a shade of recession i can’t outrun
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6. |
ginch
02:50
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stale, watered-down politics of the holy ground
congress, come eat my pride, summon the leeches to bleed me dry
i just don’t want to feel like i’ve been buried in my own sick
senator, come quick, pull up a plate, get your fix of
my tuition in opposition of codifying by your conditions
crucifying to pacify the massive mind, superstitiously committed to the hive
prophet tell me, where can i buy a ceiling?
my landlord’s trying to fix me ‘cause i can’t stop the rain, beating
rotting my foundations while i sink in the mire
go mollify your god, condemn the damned to wander on
to the edge of suffrage, delusions of balance
drawn illusions of prime solution, a great confusion steeps the nation in a trance
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7. |
triumph on the hill
02:20
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hopelessly losing control as
i slip past the memory drip that holds
the seeds of a love i have known
and leaves me to fend for my own
though our season is meeting its toll
dear i will carry you home
each dawn bears a new load
the burden of soul, my friend i will hold you close
a prize to keep ageless through time
a bond burnt eternal in light
your hand fixed tightly to mine
together, the tower we climb
with grace i pray you’ll light our way
through shades of grey the colour bleeds
and runs astray, i can see it
all you’ve got to say is you’ll be here
when i need you, when i fall from my faith
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8. |
robostones
04:05
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all i am, the paradigm of man
the model of our crown, wired to the ground
archived on a screen of the media machine
send me through the waves, lay me to waste
analyze my mind and commit it to tape
television lights and liberty denied
i’ll be made a decaying saint to the blind
the dataset, the scene of carbonized daydreams
a material son whose war is never won
and engineering queen of ironclad regime
sent out through the waves, laying to waste
catalogued minds all committed to tape
television lights and liberty denied
in decay i’ll be made a saint to the blind
ancient code laid a command
of patchwork product, a program
of evolution’s upper hand
sweeping me to where i stand, where i’m
sent out through the waves, laid out to waste
my mind analyzed and committed to tape
television lights and liberty denied
i’ll remain a decaying saint to the blind
til i feel the rust
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9. |
zen firecrackers
05:10
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i don’t want to be here waiting on the walls
to cave and for depravity to take a crack at
shaking down my heart or draining me of all
my patience while i call your name through the swarming
cowboy kids and banshee screams
you say you hear me just fine but i can’t hear me
oh i don’t seem to understand this scene
you tell me give it some time and i’ll
take to keeping stranger company
but i say there ain’t no way
there ain’t no way, you can’t talk me down
remember back when you gave a damn, had a
map laid out with all our plans on a
redline to starlight, now i
feel like we’re lost in a sea of
trash-bag torrents and toxic streams, inside a
city of sharks with golden teeth
the way that i love you is like a disease, and so
i’m begging you please, we’ve got to leave
‘cause i won’t make it here one more day
we have fallen down from where we revelled in the clouds
and now i’m writhing in a sound i hate, you wait
for me to come around, but i’m just trying to figure out
if there’s something to be found in saving face
but if i don’t play my role and i fade into a ghost
tomorrow you won’t know my name anyway
so now i suppose if that’s the way it’s gotta go
i’ll try to make a show, despite my frailty
i’ll stake my claim and play your games
one more day
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10. |
crosswalk blues
04:35
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seems like it takes so long for the sun to rise in the morning
so lately i’ve been pacing up and down your block in the midnight hours
and it’s a long way down
if you see me i will tell you i’m through with wasting my time on you
you ain’t the light of day
well i never wished for a companion so go ahead and abandon me tonight
i guess i failed to mention the time it’d take to tear my heart away
now something’s crawling up my spine and baby i think it’s just your knife
you always acted like i’m painted in a brutal light, now take it all in
drinking up all of your wine, it tastes like bitter strife
it smells like a warning sign and feels just like homicidal rage
inside my brain
well i never wished for a companion so go ahead and abandon me tonight
i guess i failed to mention the time it’d take to tear my heart away
so take the diamonds from my crying eyes, i don’t mind it, all they do is shine on you
my fortune reeks of war and doom, i don’t like it, what’s a dollar sign to
you got friends laid on your bed, i got automatic weapons, it seems so copacetic to me
take the glory of the story, in the end spent away it
will be nothing at all
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11. |
a dance on chemical isle
04:20
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better days, they surround me and choke me out
but i want you just the same
bitter pills in your mouth, you choke them down
and they send you off to sleep
where you ride the waves of a nightmare
a closing portal to home
a memory sweetly colliding
with the gates to your prison of bone
there ain’t nothing here for you, it ain’t love
there ain’t nothing here for you at all, no
it ain’t true, it’s a lie, just like they never tried
to save you from falling
or to wipe the fear from your eyes
and they want your rage ‘cause they like it
it’s a shame they can hold you behind
while they write your name on a page
i follow the signs til i hear you crying, i need you
morning or night, i won’t be denied, i need you
i cut through the line and ignore the sirens, i need you
their blinding white lies can’t swallow your light, i need you
i need you
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12. |
check ya later
04:40
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everything you wanted
all of the dreams you kept
overtaken by trials and all that’s left
is a crack in your mirror
reflecting only distress
a broken line you trace in a state of unrest
but if you try and make sense of it all
you might find that it don’t mean nothing to fall
nature gave you a mind for heeding her call
to be reminded you never needed to know
when your steps are sinking
beneath the sands of time
seeing mystery dance in the front of your mind
recite the soldier’s communion
sing the gospel of war
there will be peace on the hour you open the door
and if you try and make sense of it all
you might find that it don’t mean nothing to fall
nature gave you a mind for heeding her call
to be reminded you never needed to know
the truth is so damn tiring
you’ll never really know the truth
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