1. |
Spilt or Drank
04:16
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Help me if you’re able
Have no fear
Take your time
I am golden, old and ready
No common sense
Or peace of mind
Have you heard my voice
It rings like liquid
Spilt or drank
Either way
The bottle cracked
And broke the bank
In any way you whisper
Be it quiet or absurd
Take a step in one direction
Take a breath and then return
You’re a crazy piece of empty
I expose you when I can
Hold your tongue for just one second
And take my hand
I don’t wanna be alone again
But the devil knows the worst things I have said
The things you don’t catch when they start
They will rip you apart
So when you get sun in your eyes
Let the both of them shine
If you’re able to run when you choose
It’s just money you lose
I’ll be the babe that you want me to be
Give your demons to me
I don’t wanna be alone again
But the devil knows the good times come to end
If have to keep my footing
Any longer I’ll collapse
Everybody in my life
Has either broken down or crashed
I hear a calming fit of echos
A lost solution I have won
Won’t you hold me as I laugh
And then it’s done
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2. |
Boy
03:11
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I was lone when I cut my ties I was
Ten feet tall in a basketball world
If every island had broke their silence I’d
Drink my liquor gut into a whirl
If you’d wanted me I’d be your property and
Build my pennies like a stack of old wine
Then all my prophecies be spent like shopping sprees
Save my money in a bank account fire
I don’t need you to listen I just need to be heard
I don’t wanna feel sorry for the bridge I burned
I don’t mean to be angry I just wanna destroy
Every memory
You’ve got left of me
When I was a boy
Handcuffed in a row you blackened domino
Ah who’s the first to fall you devilish kid
Shining unto me with mediocrity you
Run your mouth into an all-out sprint
If every melody is heard to some degree I
Guess you better keep your eyes and your ears
With a backpack on we could catch the dawn and
Sing a harmony if that’s what you hear
I don’t need you to listen I just need to be heard
I don’t wanna feel sorry for the bridge I burned
I don’t mean to be angry I just wanna destroy
Every memory
You’ve got left of me
When I was a boy
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3. |
Something in There
02:55
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Is anybody home I think that we’re alone now
Keep blanking on her name but I recognize the face
On solitary wheel it matters how you feel now
We’re meant to be alive and darling you’re so kind
I tore myself into a black and blue disease of writing song
For every step I walk I find my life angelic and absolved
There’s quiet in the air our strings are getting rusty
I’m cooking every meal, the road is looking tired
In Europe there’s a town where nobody is dying
I’ve meant to be a man but paradise is calling
I’m running out of line
This ship has finally sunk
I’ve fallen from the top bunk to you mhm
Mistakenly deserved
Unwillingly denied
So beautifully defined as a crime
Then why do you try
To hide what is mine
I’m running from you
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4. |
Song for a New Year
03:22
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In the start of spring there was a garden
Everyone has seen a pretty rose
Never made much sense
But it was gorgeous nonetheless
Grass between the crevice of your toes
Every bowling pin had been exploded
Drinking coca cans and getting high
Skidding on our knees
Spilling guts on balconies
Don’t let your memories get you down
Harper Collins made me hate religion
Jesus Christ had made me drink too much
Rock and roll was sweet
But it was never good for me
Don’t let your memories get you down
Roll me
Roll me on a wheel
And hold me ask me how it feels
To start over at twenty seven years
On my heels
Coming back
And it kills
But I thank you
Every since the summer I’ve been happy
Every day is wine and apple pie
None would ask for more
I’ve never felt like this before
Don’t let your memories get you down
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5. |
A Thousand Times
04:27
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I have ran
A thousand times a winter
Into desert sand
And I believe
That death comes like a riptide
On a busy beach
With none prepared
For saying any “love yous”
Or “I’ll be right theres”
But you’ve got time
To dig away the water
For the thousandth time
And I have found that when your head is down
You turn your life around and disappear
To some degree I don’t mean anything
And that’s alright with me
Hold me close
Saying that I love you
Is what I mean the most
Rest in place
The comfort of your boredom
On a gorgeous face
When someone dies
You’re left without a way
In which your heart survives
The breast of sky
We rest our heads upon it
For the thousandth time
And I have found that when your head is down
You turn your life around and disappear
To some degree I don’t mean anything
And that’s alright with me
Pushed away
By every song you sang him
Just to be ok
Run by blood
You cuts your wounds to feed him
When the food is gone
And hold my hand
I never meant to hurt you
Every chance I can
Oh my god
There must be someplace better
Where I’m going
And I have found that when your head is down
You turn your life around and disappear
To some degree I don’t mean anything
And that’s alright with me
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6. |
You Remember Everything
04:39
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I’ve been thinking
Have you heard
Ooo mama have you been listening
Are you whistling
Broken bird
Ooo how your tune is so perfect
In a lifetime
In a sec
Find me a way to be laughing
Though a gunshot
Might reflect
Smoke on the bullet train passing
And oh in summer I’ll be cold
In winter I’ll be bones
You watch me slip away
I’m happier like this
The love that I don’t miss
Will come another day
There were tigers
There were bears
Ooo someone shoot me a carpet
I’ve been hearing
Someone cares
God there’s no way I can prove that
In the evening
When it rains
Splash in a puddle of poison
I remember
Something strange
Long before Jesus had spoken
And now I’m shooting through the moon
I’ll see you very soon
But you won’t see me ahh
The weight I carry is light
It calms me down at night
I’m running through you
I read your letter in the morning
I wrote it down and sent it back
In every joke there is a punchline
And I’ve never laughed as hard as that
If only sunshine was a feeling
If only heartbreak meant hello
If you were happy as a clam is
I’d never need to let you know
But here I go
If tomorrow
I don’t wake
Ooo someone throw me a party
You remember
Everything
How do we have such a body
Every finger
Every word
Somebody’s trying to be clever
If I leave you
If I go
Mmm I will love you forever
For ever and ever
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The drummer’s in trouble he burst the bubble and bummer
It was a hell of a ride from the top
It pays to know someone who’s really nothing and no one
Is ever gonna forget you forgot
But keep yourself level you come from Bethlehem
Better than being broken and burned to a char
It pinches a bit when somebody’s giving you shit
But I know that being so rich can’t be that hard
The pain in your neck is an overwhelming attack
Of being stabbed in the back by your dog
You feed em and love em and tell em no one will touch them
And then you gotta admit it’s your fault
The fans will refuse it you make political music
Does anybody remember the war?
You told me in confidence father sat in his office
And wrote a song that you couldn’t afford
I’m scared
Do you have a heart yet?
I’ve never been better it was a bummer but drummer
I’m ever hoping you’re doing alright
Your buddies gone nuts they’re ripping stomachs from guts
And selling glasses while they’re gouging out eyes
It’s hard to be perfect and after all is it worth it
I heard the fire wasn’t really that bad
So once you’re done choking I’ll catch a plane up to Oakland
Daddy’s heard you got a really nice pad
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8. |
Nobody's Listening
02:54
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I shouldn’t bore you with what you’ve heard before
Nothing’s as bold as a lie
Keep hanging on but I’ll be moving on
I’ve laid in your laughter for a while
Once I was saved but now I’m afraid
Beat by the worst side of me
You’ve been obliged to whisper as I cry
“It’s time you start coming back to me”
And don’t say you’re alone
You’ve never known
What I’ve come to know
And you
Drenched in tattoos
Bloody and bruised
I’m here for you
Nobody is listening anymore
In town there’s a bar we could go it’s not far
With drinks that our type can afford
We’d laugh bout the old
Then we’d leave I was told
But nobody goes there anymore
Forget every word that you spoke that you heard
Recall all the times that you froze
Repeat after me
You are born you are free
The moon wasn’t full until it rose
And she gives me a sign
Draws me a line
Swears I’ll be fine
And I’m
Damned if I go
Lost if I don’t
Fresh out of hope
Nobody is listening anymore
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9. |
I'm a Beatle
02:27
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The sky is bluer than any feelings that you had
I think you got too much time on your hands
The fire burns and your back in the band
I think you got too much time on your hands
I’ve seen it all I never seen it this bad
I think you got too much time on your hands
Let it bleed draw a line in the sand
I think you got too much time on your hands
Do do do do do do do do do do do do
The record’s hot and you’re going on tour
Don’t think that I’m having fun anymore
I want my drugs and I wanna record
Don’t think that I’m having fun anymore
I wrote a part that I want you to hear
Can I get a little bass over here
Give it up you’re a rock and roll band
I think you got too much time on your hands
Do do do do do do do do do do do do
The lights glow
The songs came
In free love
The boys sang
In quick hits
Deep shit
New life
Goodnight
I always dreamed this would happen to me
I think I got British blood in my genes
I read the words off the record sleeve
I think I got British blood in my genes
I’m overcome by the songs of the band
I guess I got too much time on my hands
Let it be let it melt into me
I think I hear someone talking to me
I think I hear someone talking to me
I think I hear someone talking to me
I think I hear someone talking to me
Yeah yeah yeah
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With summer wind against my back
I turn my neck back towards the past
And kink a muscle which hasn’t moved in years
If every cigarette you kissed
Were tangerines or licorice
Your mumbles in the morning would be clear
Oh who am I to be a heel
I question how she loves me still
Don’t overthink the simple things she brings
I send you off and wish you well
To ride on your sharp carousel
A most familiar song to me she sings
Halo won’t you love me
When I’m gone and feeling ugly
When I’m halfway round the bend
On a bender
Loneliness is pretty
In a populated city
You promised that you’d stay
Then you left her
I’ve darkened down the brightest rooms
Spent fifty bucks on six tattoos
To tell you every story that I know
I miserably meandered through
A tune that she was dancing to
How sad to be so comfortably alone
She’s better off I’m better lost
I mumble bout the Pentecost
And curse the name of anyone who hears
I hunker down and buckle up
This life is short your time is up
Tell me where you see yourself in
Five years
No where
In bad times I’m drowning like a punchline
In a room full of neckties
I try
To be half alive
My good mood
I’m sweating in a wool suit
And the words that I sold you
All of you
Are getting harder now to relate
Easier to walk away
Halo won’t you love me
When I’m gone or feeling ugly
When I’m halfway round the bend
On a bender
Loneliness is pretty
In a populated city
You promised that you’d stay
Then you left her
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11. |
Future Lies
03:34
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There’s nothing ever happening here
In a vision comes my seventeenth year
With a wool hat covering your sweat wet ears
Near a sewer in your neck of the woods
How has sailor ever tasted so good
When the pigs ran by with a light shining bright
This is heaven this is wine in a skin
It’s how every boring story begins
I was written into punchlines I took on the chin
Madeira on the bar being used
In a dinner that my mother refused
I can see us in a van with our bones so smooth
Whatever reason we had started so young
Educated by the burn of my thumb
I could tell you bout it now but its sounds so dumb
We had had it in the seventeenth year
Sound was broken into pieces of steel
Nothing pretty bout the sound of a train in gear
Remember everything is nothing at all
Silent posters on a history wall
Licking fingers undercover in a bunk bed hall
You were pretty as a pile of brain
You were happy I remember you saying
Do you envision how he smelt as you walked away
In the beeline
Stands an island
Arms akimbo
Heart divine
In the ocean
Dives a deep bird
Where my long lost
Future lies
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