1. |
Out Of It
02:38
|
|
||
List: I am the dish, I am the day, I’m a static claim
Light cut through the shades, hit both of our frames
And it feels okay
Can you get me out of it
Can you pull away the din
If just for a little bit, I wanna be okay
Song: a mystery, a bat finding its feet screams out in a sea of -Dark!!
Can’t take it away, can’t give it away, I wanna be okay
Can you get me out of it
Can you pull away the din
If just for a little bit, I wanna be okay
|
||||
2. |
Burned Off
03:43
|
|
||
Burned off in the heat of an afternoon
After six weeks straight soaked to the bone
I was trembling, wondering could that knob still turn
By this ash hand, or would the motion mask the room in a grey winter
Does the silence and the sill know: When will the wind blow?
When will it burn off?
When will it burn off?
Shaken, but couldn’t shake it off of me
Saw it, cloud of levity
You were the nightingale, I was the wretched rail that takes the train away
To chase elusive dollar on some breathless day
And then it burns off
Then it burns off
Why does it burn off
I must take a drink before I meet the man I am said to become
Intertia’s crocodile opens the door and you’re eclipsed by the sun
|
||||
3. |
Codeine
03:28
|
|
||
Can’t you let me in they said “I can’t, I can’t”
Walk around till morning-time looking for a hand
Every single one outstretched reaching for the light, coming off the engine and they burn up inside
The car is nice, the leather’s fine, they’re heading for the hills
Happier to be burning than the one crushed in the grill
But I’m just hitching a ride
Codeine, a moments silence
Sing, trading time for kindness
Fade to black and close the act--cuz Tony is not coming back
Angel rust, digital dust is hanging in the air
Shedding light it bursts and shines and flirts with its despair
Shakily a melody comes across the sky, hits the lips of every kid and they begin to cry
That “I’m just singing along”
Ooo
Codeine, a moments silence,
Sing, trading time for kindness
Codeine, a moments silence
Sing, trading time for lightness
Every past stretched out in strands, the thread to lace the coat
Wishes, I, make the dye and future pokes the hole
|
||||
4. |
Petty Crime
03:42
|
|
||
Caroline, I think we might be cursed
We’ve been riding around this town in a hearse
Caroline I know it makes you sick,
Despite myself I can’t rid myself of it
Anyone else feel the air is thin
Shirt sure fits a bit too tight around my chin
Keep an eye outside I’ll grab the key
We’ll take this Lincoln for a ride down 93
It’s petty crime
Caroline, I told you a lie
This is no light but I’m afraid to die
Caroline you know I’m no quaker
But death isn’t a visitor when the hearse drivers your neighbor
Hearse in reverse tore down the interstate
A story to drive backwards through what I can’t change
I’ll knock on the nursery door and you grab him
Oddity pallbearer “would you let me in?”
It’s petty crime
|
||||
5. |
Easier
03:19
|
|
||
Godsend, shouldering the burden of lightness
Shaking all my loose ends, marionette
Falling out of orbit again
Size of Texas, I’ll get my kicks sent to
Trash Island
Does it feel a little easier out in the water?
Save no debris for me, I am the raft
Does it feel a little easier, forgotten fodder
Save no debris for me, I am the raft
Floating, lone star of the ocean I will be
This fish took a trip to the depository
Cashing all the cans that made the place
I heard he bought a soda with what he made
Does it feel a little easier out in the water?
Save no debris for me, I am the raft
Does it feel a little easier, forgotten fodder
Save no debris for me, I am the raft
A reckoning like this, I’m gunna get my kicks
(trash island is a place and feeling, all turn of phrase has lost its meaning)
Does it feel a little easier out in the water?
|
||||
6. |
Never Call
02:47
|
|
||
Why would you
Why would you call
Why would you
Why would you call
When you’re calling me I’m wired and shut now
You’re calling me up but I cannot get up now
But I don’t mind no I don’t mind
I just need some time
When you’re calling me up
To make myself up now
A cauterised cut
Better seal myself shut now
But I’ve no mind to waste your time
I’m no station sign on your train line when you’re calling me up
And you don’t ever call me, you don’t
You don’t ever call me, no not at all
So why would you call me now
|
||||
7. |
Montage Music
03:14
|
|
||
At each other’s throats they shared a hope to catch a breathe, you learn lizard ethics
And I’m not one for faith but the towncar Lincoln made just might be a godsend
Look at the way the actor smokes as he leans and cuffs his coat, think Jesus did rise again
And I won’t stand for that, but try me I might sit for it, oh baby tell me good things
Montage music,
A brand new soul and a new set of clothes
I need montage music!
Might might not be right but it might get you what you like: another blood stained refrain
Baby how well can you wear your cross to bear, you suffer fools like god’s only
I want a life outside of pain, the price is right and sour cream: a midsummer night’s dream
And I won’t stand for that but I might sit for it, oh baby tell me good things!
To make me whole again
Oh here we go again
I need I need I need
Montage music,
A brand new soul and a new set of clothes
I need montage music!
Your tea is burning
In a pot with no water
And I sit and I see
In the black smoke next to father
Montage music!
|
||||
8. |
Jester
03:23
|
|
||
Just cuz you’re dressed up like a rodeo clown, a succulent in the desert using spikes to keep out what the water kept in
So when the makeup grew thin, the kiss the sun left was a burn
But I heard what you’re singing is the song of the season
You’re a clown and a cactus, you’re a kiss and a curse
You’re an offering left out so god will assure I won’t ever catch my reflection in your eye
Oh baby you’re a jester out of work
But I heard what you’re singing is the song of the season
Jester out of work
|
||||
9. |
Paid For
03:38
|
|
||
Mother I don’t like seeing you walking worry lines to their end
A crystal forms in the pressure and pain and silences the loudness
There’s a man selling flowers in the intersection,
Knee deep in the sun’s syrup and resin
And the day creeps, the mind squeaks
Trying to stave off its own presence
Don’t ever pay for your painful
You’ve got to get it for free
Taking tarnish and tangle
Making something to see
But it gets painful
Get me a plant that I can’t kill, I’ll get you an evening that you can’t ruin
My hand is a stamp, my tongue is a lane
Cutting and blotting at their incongruence
But a hand can’t stamp itself, and a tongue can’t lance itself
Oh I could be of use but I just need a little help
So divide the parts, apply the marks and send them off like christmas cards
Don’t ever pay for your painful
You’ve got to get it for free
Taking tarnish and tangle
Making something to see
I wanna lay with my lover
In the heart of the river
I just laughed at the weeds
You made dandelion tea
But it gets paid for
Painful
Hateful Hateful
Idle/Idol
Handfull Handfull
Child Child
Paid for Paid for
|
||||
10. |
Other Flowers
02:54
|
|
||
Ben slipped away last night into a poppy grove
He was peaking for light through a key hole
He just wanted to know “Do other flowers grow?”
His mother came over today to collect his clothes
He had a function he had to get to, neither guest nor host
He went “Oh do other flowers grow?”
Carnations and lilies were left by guests, but these weren’t the flowers that took his breathe
Wonder now if he knows that other flowers grow?
He went “Oh do other flowers grow?”
|
||||
11. |
Wax Face
02:43
|
|
||
Wick wore down I let the candle drown in the wax that bound its namesake
Candle knows at the very most you’ll get enough heat to kill a flame
And when the wax is free make a figurine and put it in a museum
Curator was always so damn sure they’d picked the perfect presentation
Oh I am laughing so hard I shed a tear
Oh Dani we got nothing
Oh Dani ain’t that something
Oh Dani what’re you humming
Oh Dani the sun’s coming and that’s something
|
If you like Vundabar, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp