1. |
Rewind
01:58
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Probably not
But I’m also not sure
All that we got
Well how you value our words
That was a fight
A couple months ago
You spent a while
With air stuck in your throat
What had us so tongue-tied that night
I’ve had all this uptight stage fright
Plus there’s this one new girl in my life
She don’t like me much
That’s
Alright
I don’t like ‘em nice
Double down your dare
Call chicken when you’re scared
Thank you that did
I’d have run us off a cliff
You always have me there
I hit the gas when I’m scared
Living in the present is a gift of trust
Is your new boy really who he says he was
Is my new girl different or another bust
Hit me up, check it out, then we’ll know if that’s
Alright
You like me cause I’m nice
Laughing in my bed
Always something that I said
Thank you that you did
I would’ve loved you to big
Spending far too much our time
To think you’re fucking with my pride
That’s a mind game you’re the worst
My selfish streak is getting worse
Here and back again to quench my thirst
That’s a backwards trend but it was my game first
Alright
I was three girls in the right
Three more down again
Probably me little more them
Getting off another trip
Rush into another rip
Relax and take your time
We’re smoking life in a rewind
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2. |
Adelyn
03:23
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Adelyn, you don’t wanna live
I’m pretty sure you do
Cause I’m all you have
So pat me on the back
Cause that’s all you get
Addelyn, you’re drivin me insane
You’re putting on the brakes
All that I ask
Is don’t pretend to laugh
When I look away
Hop in the car
Out of the state
Look at us escape
What a surprise
You’re stopping at the gate
My head’s on the horn
Adelyn, what was that you said
About getting old
You’re just 28
Putting on the brakes
Scraping the mold
So how have you been?
I haven’t got a call
In at least a week
I’m just checking in
Ferreal where you been?
I hope you still feel down
Now I’m kinda mad
Cause I was your friend
Now look at you escape
While I’m staying in
And what a big surprise
My head’s on the horn
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3. |
Trash Gear
02:45
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What made you so mad
Punk opera singer
Acting like you caught me in bed
Fucking opposition
I can feel your gaze from here
Do you want me
You never want the money
And that’s alright
But I want your daddy’s Porsch’
For an off night
We can ride around
For a while
Switching styles and some spit
Believe that we’re made of more
Chloe asked for my soccer jacket
In the sixth grade
Her hair falling long over my youth large
Blue and grey
At sixteen baby bump had shown
She took off after the day
Slivers splintered in my ass
That’s a benched year
Thrift shopping denim racks
That’s your trash gear
Meet Chloe in the back
Menage-a trois
I hope they got that day care watch
She knows what your fam makes
He me she in there
A pregnant scare
The punk hit pause
And now I’m hanging on her clause
Dependent state
Independent wait
Let’s take a moment to get off
One more time again
But I won’t end
The punk took off
And now I’m hanging on her soft
Dependent state
Independent wait
I missed my moment to get off
Rich and poor a push and pull
We all want something to make life
A little more worth lusting for
But when you make a stand a move a plan
Just know
You can’t outlive what you don’t own
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4. |
Unaligned
04:04
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I want it all
Including that picturesque
Morning with you
Have you again in the evening
That’s right
Work on our plans for the weekend
I know it’s real
I’ve heard the songs
Watched the movies
Convinced
That we’ll fall right into that morning
And stay
No need to try
No don’t force it
Forget those lies
There is nothing to take
Our lives align just a moment
When she thinks you’re good
You’ve got nothing to say
When you’re on her heels
You’re a rodent
I’m on the cusp
Of being your lover
Or one day too late
Formerly claimed an acquaintance
For now
Later renamed as your center
I know it’s real
Coincidence follows through
Every time
So cancel your plans for the weekend
Damn right
Sit back and wait for the moment
Forget that shit
There is nothing that’s placed
Our lives align just a moment
When she thinks you’re good
You’ve got nothing to say
When you’re on her heels
You’re a rodent
Fumbling through sessions
Of how I relate
How I relate is to eschew
Actually wait I got mountains to say
Say, where were you when I spoke them
Forget that shit
There is nothing that’s placed
Our lives align just a moment
When she thinks you’re good
You’ve got nothing to say
When you’re on her heels
You’re a rodent
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5. |
Real Nice Pt. 1
01:15
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6. |
Post-
03:22
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The post man came late today
Vinyl’s dead anyway
How could I flip lying still
Six feet beneath contrasting beliefs
This was the age when I’d kill kill kill kill kill kill
Small town but I don’t have no pride
Few years away and not much tried
All that’s to see is past its prime
Crowded and disparaged
I don’t have a label it’s not fair
Maybe apathetic I don’t care
Not allowed to say they put is here
But it’s hard to do your best
(But it’s hard)
When you’re fighting for the scraps
(Fighting for)
Left by generations past
Said that we could do anything
As I rolled
Haunted by militant goals
Tracking wherever I scroll
Searching the key to my soul
At least I know who’s in control
Judgment will pass on the bold
Discontent stays in the mold
In the loop out of the fold
I had a dream that our wars crossed the seams
When the dry land stayed dry underground
Woke up to the sun
With my hands on a gun
In a box with the best troops around
Once in a day not a time far away
Did I know that I knew that I tried
To climb my way out
Take a breath
Look about and realize that
There’s no one topside
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7. |
Dirt
02:38
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I robbed a mall
Used a gun for the safe
Grabbed some legal ass tender
I’m entirely saved
When I was a boy
I acted the same
You gave me forgiveness
For corpses I’d slain
So bury me come for me
God, you know what I’ve done
Lying for comfort
While filling my lungs
Yeah bury me comfort me
God, I know what you meant
You keep my possessions
And sever my sins
In 73
I took my act on the road
I pulled into your hometown
Sucks I’m around
Down at the bank
Yeah I meant what I said
He was certainly injured
Probably dead
So bury me come for me
Can I do this again
Tell me I’m alright
Forgive all my sins
Yeah suddenly pardon me
God I love how this works
Hate what I’ve become
Wash the blood of my shirt
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8. |
West Set
04:23
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Girl I hope you know that I never could
Learn to love what they said I would
Dumbin it down never felt so good
When I’m wrong tell me what you should
In a room filled with silent fakes
In a town that’s half baked
To open your mouth feels a mistake
It’s the only thing I could take
Count the ‘comes
That green grows
Corner zones
I confess
It’s the best
That I’ve known
In the northwest
When the sunsets
Where you hiding
Where you hiding
You know where I’m going
When I go in
I won’t hide it
I can’t hide it
I know I’m controlling
Think twice till your voice is earned
Well you’re just as withholding
Always hide till I feel your burn
When things are always wrong then you’re only right
Check your gut for a sign of life
Check it once more do you feel a fight
Let it breath and spit flames tonight
In a room filled with shrouded fears
All those eyes look like coded jeers
Quick tappin around no tunes for silent ears
We’re done fixing up broken years
Count the bones
That green grows
Corner homes
I profess
That’s a test
That I’ve blown
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9. |
Real Nice Pt. 2
01:20
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10. |
Rules of Accomplishment
03:18
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Fake cough, what you said
I’m impatiently on top of it
Real talk, what you meant
I am definitely incompetent
Cause nothing lasts forever
That’s the way it’s always been
Lying to your mother
Bout the things you never did
Here now, on the fence
I’m considering, my deepest sins
Waste time, in my head
Bend the rules of what’s accomplishment
Cause everything is never
If you’re judging by the end
Compliments are better
When you say them in your head
Ooh some kind of mess
Ooh some kind of kid
So where can I hide again
Nothing lasts forever
That’s the way it’s always been
Lying to your mother
Was the saddest shit you did
And work is always better
When you start what you can end
Coughing up your pride
with all these hands around your neck
Slow ways, to get in
Always, breaks my hands
Here today, after five
I’ll be thinking if it’s worth the drive
Cause two hours, of my life
I’m expected only, not to die
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11. |
Trailblazer
03:10
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Trailblazer
There’s no way to leave yourself behind
Even if the devil is on your mind
And you see no way of coming home
Trailblazer
There’s no need to hide yourself away
I know the feeling is often grey
When it seems the whole world has lost its way
And you know it’s true
I felt the same way looking at you that you do
Looking at me
Visions of what I could never be
Naturally our insecurities
Lie
On the opposite sides of our lives
Trailblazer
I don’t know where I’d be without you
So if your feet bleed or turn blue
They’ll leave stains where I’m walking through
Trailblazer
You should know this whole song’s about me
But that’s the price you pay when you lead
So it’d be fair if you chose to leave
And if you do
And if you don’t
And if you do
But you probably won’t
Just know
My feet will always find the trail home
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12. |
Jettison
02:45
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That you know I’m in
I list all the reasons I get out of bed
Cause you know I’m in
So call all my friends
They’re entitled to when
I commiserate
Yeah you’re pulling me in
Where my sanity ends
You’re so sweet
Yeah you’re golden
My grandfather’s back is as strong as an ox
But his mind’s rewired
His daughters feel like the world is a weight
Three more minds rewired
So talk to your shrinks
Take some pills not to think
Be a jettison
Yeah you’re pulling me in
I can sink I can’t swim
You’re so sweet
Yeah you’re golden
Ooo I’m a jettison
Till the end
Ooo I’m a jettison
Either way
Dropped an elephant
So call your friends
They’re entitled to when
I commiserate
Yeah you’re pulling me in
I can swim watch me swim
I lie limp
Yeah you’re golden
Didn’t really mean it said ooo
Didn’t really need it said ooo
Couldn’t cough it up yet ooo
Didn’t really mean I’m a jettison
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13. |
Palouse 509
04:26
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Palouse bends and cracks just like my spine
I pay neither not much mind
As you flash before my eyes
In the skyline
Tracing your last flight
Down to crosses on the sides
Marking shadows in fog lines
Forty on the interstate again
We head
Thankless jobs we know will never end
So instead
I’ve seen where you been from
Chasing at the sun
You’re not the first assured
That it had to be done
Curses often said
Love is for the dead
Now you know, know
And that’s a drugged up, fucked up
Hell of a scene
Now ain’t it Mr. Green
Talkin bout a drugged up, fucked up
Hell of a scene
Once had flown
Left of home
Tried to climb above what’s behind
Master whipping harder the drive
Till the feather’s singed at the tips
Fell in wax covered drips
Then the body turned to remains
Blood staining sunlight red as it hangs
Chunks of metal twisting pedals to a vine
Crawling higher towards the sky
Green had said lost a brother just like mine
Crossing wrong over the line
Forty on the interstate again
We head
Thankless jobs we know will never end
So instead
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14. |
Days
02:35
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Do I look great?
Just had my life erased
Caught up, oh god I
Can’t even feel the left half of my own face
Parade late
I wait for days
No cellmate
April, May
I wait for days
My back straight
But I look great
I got the cold to thank
Picked up, it seemed like
40 more from when I died into the substrate
You’ll think about how
You’ll know exactly when they’ll leave
You’ll think about how
You’ll find them home within a week
Can’t even feel the left half of my own face
40 more from when I died into the substrate
I wait for days
And as these house lights
Flicker off just like every other dead night
And as this car drives
I think about how you’re never gonna feel right
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