1. |
You Could (Pseudo)
00:58
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Made from the shadows in her mind
Waiting for her love to die
Waiting hopelessly to wake up in the morning
Born into poverty and in
To the mouth of mice and men
To the words that left you begging for it back
But when I wish, no one’s there
But falling back on habits makes the static so dramatic
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2. |
Dishwasher Stains
02:38
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Hand with a knife
Knife in her hand
Nothing to say, never again
Just a victim of me
She’s got to choose
To love or to pray
A will that’s the width of a blade
Left in the rain and rusting
When we first met
It was such plastic happiness
A mannequin
And a fork into an outlet, outlast
Hand in a hand
Hand in my hand
A hurt that you don’t understand
And a last call waiting
But the phone lines are dead
Severed and black
Straight from the sheets in her bed
Like a velvet waiting rope
I can’t quite understand
Your plastic happiness
I can’t quite understand
Your plastic happiness
I can’t quite understand
Your plastic happiness
I can’t quite understand
Your plastic happiness
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3. |
Remnants of a Past
02:31
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I don’t have to know myself to know that I’ll always be like this
I don’t have to hold my head up high and pretend like everything will turn out fine
I don’t have to know you to know that this is going nowhere
(Will we laugh looking back?)
I don’t have to know you to know that this is going nowhere
(I think we’ve reached as far as we can)
I don’t have to know myself to know that I’ll always be like this
I don’t have to hold my head up high and pretend like everything will be alright
I don’t have to know you to know that this is going nowhere
(Hold my breath)
I don’t have to know you to know that this is going nowhere
(Hold on)
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4. |
Amphetamine Dreams
03:20
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I’m going across the country
For the very first time
Home is in my rearview mirror
But I don’t know how to drive on the highway
I’m in continental drift
And maybe if you could, you would stop yourself right here
Right here
Roads at night are pretty empty
Just like my dreams
They have no protagonist
Sweet sleep, an escape from the wheel
And no passengers to keep up with
Well running away from problems only works if you never stop
Stop
Don’t stop
Well maybe if you wanted, you would turn around right here
Right here
Here
Now
Right Now
Right Now
Now
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5. |
Acetone
05:41
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I have such marvelous friends
It takes me all of a day
I get over real fast
But I don’t have a claim
To fame
How long will this last
Our chapter after affair
And lead me home
Under streetlight glare
And I
I don’t care
I’ll say it again
For the folks in the back
Tie my hands at the wrists
Don’t leave me a breath
Because I’ll leave in the end
6000 miles away
And yet right down the street
I haven’t seen
A wonder of years
Because I don’t get the chance
And a picture’s all she’s worth
One less head hits the rain
And now I’m feeling disconnect
And it’s uncommon intellect
Because I don’t get the chance
This world’s not in your head
This girl’s nothing but her
In compassionate skin
Well maybe it is
Well maybe it is
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6. |
Unlucky (Not a Martyr)
04:25
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Oh, this is war
And it’s just like home to me
Because I can’t find my name on the silver screen
I must have died peacefully
Since no one remembers my name
And now I’m caught up in pills and coke
And it’s like no one cares anymore
It was a long time ago
And all my friends from way back when
They all say that they’ve found ways to cope with death
Now they’re all plumbers or some shit
And I just don’t see the point
This is what I get
I’m choosing rage
I’m choosing ignorance
The VA won’t take my checks
They say I don’t qualify for some type of insurance
But I don’t want insurance
I just want to be included
And if you really cared
You might not ask all these stupid questions
That I get from eighth graders on school field trips
That are only happy because they aren’t in English
Sometimes they say, “You’re a hero”
And I have to give them this funny little look
Like, I didn’t kill anybody
Because all of what I’ve seen isn’t close
To what you think I have
I don’t want your “Thank you’s”
Or your thought or your prayers
Or your sincerest apologies
I just want another line
Give me what I want
Give me what I need
I’ve given up
I’ll wait here until
I never
Never fall asleep
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7. |
Just Some Street Noise
02:46
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Don’t apologize
I know the feeling
Where you aren’t healing
You let it drown out all the noise
And if I’m so sure
These second thoughts linger more
And I cry like
It’s my life I’m destroying
Well maybe, the hardest part of breaking your own heart
Is hearing your own bitter laugh
I can’t explain myself
I choke up every time I’m close
To spitting out what’s bugging me
What’s hurting me the most
Is all I want to do
Is lay my head down on you
And stay there
Until you have to make me leave
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8. |
In a Garden
03:07
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Made from my past
A choice
I didn’t have much to do with
The feelings empty
I can lay down on my back
And stare into this nothingness
For you
I’ve had the same dream
For two years
To the day
I saw it fade
I would lay across the tracks
If you say there’s nothing there
And I know
Not you
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