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Found another way into a world I wanna see and find out about
I recognize the faces of a few but don’t don’t bother learning names
There’s company I find obscene
I’m learning me
I’m learning there’s a chat to have and pay my respects
There’s nothing in between
I hear it all the time but
How do I
Make space and time
Don’t let me go
I don’t wanna wake up
Has it been four straight years
Of sharp sounds hitting my ears
Bouncing off tall dark green beams of steel
Whose coat decays and chips away at me
That’s strange
With everything on its side
I’m calling you out
How do I
Make space and time
Don’t let me go
I don’t wanna wake up
Why do I dream of you
Dreaming in blue
Counting on you
Dreaming of you
Cancel my mood
Cancel my mood
Guess the season is through
Done waiting for you
There were several lights on the ceiling that night
Red blue and green
All danced together
Holding hands
Smiling back at me
I remember it vividly
But I took a picture on my phone just in case
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MTA LUX
02:54
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What’s the deal we’re a mess
Can’t they see that I’m wrecked
It’s a fact that
I wont let you know
Do what you can when I can’t do it
But I won’t stop cause I won’t ever
I won’t ever be satisfied
At least I think
I started
Again
Because I want it so bad
But don’t wanna begin
So when I meet you there
Halfway there
Stay in the middle
You’re so sure
That you got
All of the things I forgot
Where’s the fact that
I won’t let you know
You’re doin what you can and I respect that
But I won’t stop cause I won’t ever
I won’t ever be luxurious darling
I started
Again
Because I want it so bad
But don’t wanna begin
So when I meet you there
Halfway there
Stay in the middle
With me
I want your love
Could you gimme gimme gimme
When I won’t give back
I could just fool myself
For a year
If you’re in the middle
When do we get another chance
I know she’s got a lot of thoughts
When can we smile over lunch
I know I’ve lost a lot of what
Brought me such glee
Bringing you tea
The Kiri tree
You pointed out to me
I know you’ve lost your way
You can always find me
As sure as you stop to smell the pretty flowers
On the side of the street
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Cold stare
Big smile
Your limbs
Hang low
Tuesday
Is far gone
It’s hard
I know
Highway small talk
Makes me
Wanna lose my mind
All the time
Is there something
That we’ve been missing out on
Make moves
Get up
Too much
We want
Lights out
Lose touch
With me
Don’t worry about it
Highway small talk
Makes me wanna lose my mind
All the time
Is there something
That we’ve been missing out on
Oh
There are so many things
That upset me but
Death pays such an ugly price
Watching my friends cry
There are so many things
That frustrate me when
Death breathes fresh air into life
Watching loved ones die
There are so many things
That frustrate me but
Death just tops them all
You took so much from us so
Back the fuck off for a second
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She wore blue jeans that night
And asked if I
Could come over
I thought about asking if
Summer bliss has ever made her smile
Keep trying to let go
Keep trying to let go of everyone I’ve ever loved
The street lamp feels like a warm candle
Creeping though the fog
Warming up the street
When she wrote a poem
About me
Did she get the details right
Keep trying to let go
Keep trying to let go of everyone I’ve ever loved
Keep trying to let go
I keep trying to let go yeah
Monday lacks depth
Tuesday comes
In a song
You heard
Book you’ve read
Monday lacks sun
Tuesday comes
In a song you learned
Monday lacks a little idea
No wonder I’m sitting here
With my legs crossed tight
Crossing over to her side
I tried sit outside
One last time
The sun beat down on my head
Burning my skin
Ooh
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5. |
C86
03:29
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Am I still on time
When I slow down
Is it any wonder who can talk
When I slow down
Well it's dripping from every side
And it stains your sighs with southern air
The kind that we couldn’t cut
With a knife
Or a kiss yeah
You make another wish
Do it all again
Cause I’m trying not to
Make another fist
Do it all again
Cause its dripping from every side
And it stains your sighs with southern air
The kind that we couldn’t cut
With a knife
Or a kiss
It's like being alone
When I won’t stop
Looking at myself
In windows as I pass by
You walk into a bar
I crashed into a car
Does it even matter to you
It doesn’t make a difference now
Look at how
Its dripping from every side
And it stains your sighs with southern air
The kind that we couldn’t cut
With a knife
Or a kiss
It's like being alone
When you won’t stop
Looking at yourself
In windows as we pass by
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Give it a rest
I protest
Say you’re mine
Give it a rest
I protest
Don’t say you’re mine
I keep looking for something wrong
When I listen to your favorite song
I keep saying that something's wrong
But that’s not true
Well I need some space
And I’ll ask for it back
I keep looking for something wrong
When I listen to your favorite song
I keep saying that something's wrong
But that’s not true
Keep looking for something wrong
When I listen to your favorite song
I keep looking for something wrong
Listening to your favorite song
Soft pink bike
Matched your cheeks
We got high in a tiny hammock grove
There you laughed
Then you laid next to me
Listening to your favorite song
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7. |
Beige and Green
04:08
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I’m shutting down
Thrusted into a self
I’ve forgotten all about
I can’t sustain a mood
So so so what
I’m reaching for a simple time
Does that make me go back in time
I heard from two doors down you cried
It made me wanna feel alright
Oh come on
Maybe if I thought about it
I don’t wanna live without it
Make it fit into a screen
Wonder if it’ll wind up being
Soft and sweet
All beige and green
A color that you might have seen
I hope not
I tune in
I turn out
Maybe if I thought about it
I wouldn’t wanna live without it
It’s true
I’m searching for a simple time
Does that make me go back in time
I heard from two doors down you cried
It made me wanna feel alright
Maybe if I thought about it
I don’t wanna live without it
Oh come on
Maybe if I thought about it
I don’t wanna live without it
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Myrtle-Wyckoff
03:33
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There’s a soft chance
That I won’t get to bother you
I’m erring on the side of something right
overthinking lines like all the time
There’s a soft chance
That everything I did was for you
All I need to do is something right
Everyone’s going insane
If you wanna join
They’ll just turn you away
But I don’t wanna believe in it
I’m hungry for a city
That showed me the way
I wanna know how it all makes sense
If you wanna know
I can show you the way
In time
There’s culture at every turnstile
That spins
Get dizzy and smile
Had her only for a bit
Bet they wonder about it
Does she bike past where I live
It’s a short ride
New York City kinda grit
Way down
Way down
Way down in queens
Way down
Way down
Everyone’s going insane
If you wanna join
They’ll just turn you away
But I don’t wanna believe in it
I’m hungry for a city
That made me ok
I wanna know how it all makes sense
If you wanna know
I can show you the way
In time
There’s culture at every turnstile
That spins
Get dizzy and smile
All I ask
Has become boring
I break my back
Just to
Watch the sun set again
Pink blush down my face and
Soft clouds that
Set sail as I inhale again
But all I ask
Is for my city back
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9. |
Rockefeller Pleather
03:39
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Give out chances
Give my time
If it doesn’t all add up
Keep it to myself
Keep me grounded
When I need it
Hope she sees that
I’m a decent
Means of living
Won’t stop feeding
Your sweet demons
Make it stop
Please keep me tied up
When you want it
Pleather tastes like sugar
You liked turning around
Hits kinda different at night
Why don’t we give it a shot
Rockefeller
Never felt better
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10. |
Pink Tire
06:12
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Hey!
Wait!
What’s the story behind everyone you hate
That’s a big sign
Long line
No time to waste
Imma pass by and notice that I’m late
There’s a big pink tire
I wonder why the sun
Hits it differently now
Ooh
Holding it all in to find expressive faces
Fill the streets
I hope you brought a pen this time
Curious apologetic compromises
When the pain is blooming all the time
Yeah
Stop!
Don’t make a sound or play it down
I wonder where you got that from
It’s nice
Feel the warmth of stereo coming from both sides
I wish I sang more like Sinatra here
I guess I gotta work on that oh well
Old blue eyes
Holding it all in to find expressive faces
Fill the streets
I hope you brought a pen this time
Curious apologetic compromises
When the pain is blooming all the time
Yeah
Wasted all the time
Basically
Wasting all my time
Wanna make her mine
Caught up in a lifestyle that hurts me
I wanna remember
What it’s like to
Like being alive again
There was a time my grandmother took me to a Burger King
The chairs all looked like Cadillacs freshly cleaned out of the car wash
There was glitter and I smiled
She would feed me here off the Knickerbocker M stop when she checked on her tiny house in that we no longer own
You know the one...
On Evergreen and Stanhope
I would tell this story to my friends and wear it on my sleeve like a badge or something
Inconceivable
Inconceivable
Inconceivable how
She
Would last longer than him
I guess if anyone had a capacity to outlive it would be her
Inconceivable
Inconceivable
Inconceivable
Inconceivable how
She’s 95 now
And she is precious
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