1. |
Unsurprising Line
03:36
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Happens all the time
Two firm feet washed out by the river
An unsurprising line
The clock could stop and my mind would still wander
The way it comes and goes
A simple truth now sings the wrong answer
So we may never know
If we were expert pilots or misguided dancers
It’s such a shame
Days of silence were never meant to
Be such a waste for you
In the depths of my mind
I just might drown in the ocean of progress
But hey, we know our kind
Always two good steps from oblivion
Now what’s all the fuss?
To crown the king of something or other
But if it’s not too much
I don’t want a reward but I’d kill for a gesture
It’s such a shame
Days of silence were never meant to
Be such a waste for you
It’s a choice to make
Pull of the tide, the want the need to
Be swept away for good
We blind our eyes and wonder why
But truth is that’s just how we get by
It’s such a shame
Days of silence were never meant to
Be such a waste for you
It’s a choice to make
Pull of the tide, the want the need to
Be swept away for good
Happens all the time
Two firm feet washed out by the river
An unsurprising line
The clock could stop and my mind would still wander
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2. |
Don't Call Me Selfish
03:12
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Stay a while
I know I’m more than just a name
My head is wild
My thoughts are praying for someone to blame
It’s a timeless style
She dries her hands and turns away
Cause who needs those who wait?
Mind at ease
Puts down all arms to keep the peace
What a joyous time
So why am i still losing sleep
Oh, but it’s hard to kill the messenger when it’s only a screen
But the weight feels the same
Her words tend to remain
She said don’t call me selfish
But I think I’ve earned more time
With space in small numbers
No action would be a crime
Stay a while
Some compromise won’t do you wrong
Few thousand miles
She was never one for long goodbyes
But wait I said, think about all that we made
Don’t you want to see this monument grow?
But it was already set to implode
When she said don’t call me selfish
But I think I’ve earned more time
With space in small numbers
No action would be a crime
Don’t call me selfish if you never felt the whispers of a letdown
For your an my own good, don’t ever come around
For you and my own good don’t ever come around
For me and my own good, don’t ever come around
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3. |
Willie Loman
04:01
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I gotta wonder
If a word I say gets through to your mind, boy
Your mind, boy
And I gotta wonder
What it even is I tried to find, boy
Every night I’d kneel down
Only thing I asked for was kindness
Sweet kindness
But that dream is over now
You showed me that faith just leads to blindness
When they ask about you years from now
What can I say, what can I say
Stop complaining, think there’s time for your crisis?
So spineless
I gotta break it to ya
Those bygone years were never priceless
All the days that gone by
You never once learned something from hindsight
Well, I’m cashing out my time
When the bills come in you better not think twice
When they ask about you years from now
What can I say, I’m gonna say
Boy, he didn’t get it from me
I had a spine at his age
Always told don’t let it show
But he always goes and pours his heart out
Oh what can I say? Lord knows I tried
To make the man to be
But for now, we’ll have to see where it goes
He didn’t get it from me
And I still maintain
You had the guns, but not the aim
And when they judge me at heavens gate
I know what I’ll say
Boy, he didn’t get it from me
I had a spine at his age
Always told don’t let it show
But he always goes and pours his heart out
Oh what can I say? Lord knows I tried
To make the man to be
But for now, we’ll have to see where it goes
He didn’t get it from me
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4. |
San Francisco
05:05
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Bart strike again
Next week, buses too
Slow coming, nowhere to go
Nothing to lose
Every single place
Every single town
Kids chasing sun, but don’t know what it’s all about
So don’t keep me in
Don’t shut me out
I tried to be loving, tried to be passive-aggressive
And the kids would laugh
When I said where I’d been all day
Counting shots as they rang out
From the streets and the gun range
I guess this is a living
I guess this is a start
At least the view of the water’s nice
When you can see beyond the fog
Weather doesn’t change
65 degrees
Endless days on Telegraph
Always had a breeze
Am I too conceited
Am I to far gone
Will the paintings on my postcard
Start to run
So don’t keep me in
Don’t shut me out
I tried to be loving, tried to be passive-aggressive
And the tourists laugh
At the burnouts on the Haight
Who know better than anyone
Love’s free, but it doesn’t pay
I guess this is a living
I guess this is a start
At least the view of the water’s nice
When you can see beyond the fog
So don’t make me laugh
Would you really choose to stay
If the fire smoked you out
And the ground began to shake
This is living
I guess this is a start
At least the view of the water’s nice
Except today with all the fog
I tried to be loving, tried to be passive-aggressive
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5. |
Happy to Be Here
03:19
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Long time away
But never too far
So many stories
For you
Morning shades of light
Absent wind
The quietest moments
For you
Old friend
It hurts me whole to say
That I know what to
Do you know when
Hillside’s lights died out
Or why these days scream so loud
How did it get so loud?
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