1. |
See it Coming
02:43
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See It Coming
Wake me up if I’m sleeping
But I don’t sleep much anymore
Roll me over on my belly
Tie my hands with the phone cord
Drive me out to the ocean
I will try and understand
Drag me out to where the waves break
Bury my body in the sand
As the naughty moon is dancing
With the pick up truck running
I’ll be staring out at the water
I wanna see it coming
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2. |
Every Single Possibility
02:42
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Every Single Possibility
Trying to describe the way I felt
Is something like watching the icebergs melt
I’m a mess I’m a mess
But I’m hoping to reel in the threads
Every now and then I need some help
I can be a little hard on myself
But I know I know
I like a bit of out of control
Every single possibility
Described in perfect detail
Seeing subtle synchronicity
As I’m chasing my white whale
Laying out a perfect strategy
While everything explodes on top of me
It’s fruitless it’s fruitless
But I don’t like to think I’m toothless
Praying to a god that’s long since left
When all I ever do is acquiesce
What a birdbrain what a birdbrain
I’m buckling under the strain
Every single possibility
Described in perfect detail
Seeing subtle synchronicity
As I’m chasing my white whale
Chasing my white whale looking at the tail
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3. |
Burying the Proof
04:22
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Burying the Proof
You said tonight there’d be a fire
And we could see it from the road
I left the house when it was dusk
Nearly seven hours ago
I’m getting tired my eyes are blurred
Some would say this is fruitless and absurd
I broke a promise to a friend
Still I tried to tell the truth
It feels different what you did
When you buried all the proof
And you’re not here to set it straight
You were scared and nervous you went away
I’ve got the rope inside my bag
And all the tools you said you’d need
There’s never time to get it right
It’s like I’m speaking Portuguese
I grabbed the dog a little cash
Some peanuts matches and some grass
I hope there’s gas still in the truck
I’m fairly sure I know the way
And if I catch you where you sleep
You’ll take edge off of this blade
I’m getting tired my eyes are blurred
Some would say this is fruitless and absurd
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4. |
The Weight of You
02:36
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The Weight of You
I’m on the moon again
Gesturing with my hands
Can anybody see me
From where you stand
I know the precious few
Who hold me in their hearts
Understand the way a man
Could blow it all apart
It get so cold up here
But I don’t even care
I never felt myself
When I was down there
Watching you spin around
Pining for that blue
In spite of everything
I feel the weight of you
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5. |
Strains and Swells
03:08
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Strains and Swells
Growing nervous I start to sweat
I’m turning purple from holding my breath
This lack of light this shallow pool
For all I know I’ve been a tool
I’ve been a hammer I’ve been your feather
I’ve been stuck here in this hole forever
And through the floorboards I hear the strains
AM radio drips down like rain
Racing pulse scattered thoughts
I feel my muscles going soft
Distant glowing a cigarette
I can’t remember exactly what I said
I feel a hunger begin to build
How will I linger so unfulfilled
And in the distance some muffled bells
As this conviction strains and swells
Is it morning how would I know
Time isn’t real this far below
A hollow ringing inside my head
If I was righteous I would confess
I trusted science to light the way
And now I’m trapped naked and afraid
And are those voices conspiring
Is this my outcome expiring
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6. |
Forced to Concede
02:57
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Forced to Concede
I didn’t know death was so close
Somehow I thought we had time
Turn the lights low I need to sleep
It feels like they ripped out my spine
Sure there were signs
But we couldn’t read
Struggling not to believe
Until we were forced to concede
Facing a wall banging my head
Hoping for light to leak through
There were the days it seemed we might
Drown in the blood that we drew
Wash the world clean
Temper the pain
Help me extinguish my brain
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7. |
Loggerheads
01:59
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Loggerheads
Rest assured the only people
To live out here are dead
Anyone endeavoring
Are foolish loggerheads
Still I know a path
To take us back
When we get there follow close
Please no dawdling
Try not to look around
Don’t be maudlin
There are things we need
Amidst this disease
Swallow all your fears
Before we disappear
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8. |
Ways That I Forget
02:32
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Ways that I forget
Call tonight I guess I’m ready
Thoughts stick like wet spaghetti
I’m waiting by the doorway
With the night stretched out before me
Confronting all the truths I’ve been ignoring
Shifting light between the branches
The moon emerges then advances
Pulling out a cigarette
To calm this old distress
Remembering the ways that I forget
I see your headlights in the distance
Like some long forgotten Christmas
I step back into the shadows
And watch your fading face blur through the window
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9. |
You're to Blame
02:37
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You’re to Blame
Call me up call me Buttercup
Stab me in the back I’m really not so tough
Break some bread stick it in your head
I’m not all that picky I’ll take what I get
I’m a wreck
Cold relief I could use some sleep
There’s a bunch of snow out there on the beach
Rest assured all the lines have blurred
Everything flutters like a bird
So absurd
Chicken shit I know what you did
Now you’ve gotta learn to live with it
My disdain bubbles up in vain
Find your way back the way that you came
You’re to blame
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10. |
Flameproof Suit
02:02
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Flameproof Suit
Dearest Elizabeth here’s to everything
You were a fighter left it all in the ring
You were acquiescing and I was demanding
I can’t believe we both came out standing
There’s a fire here tonight
I’m watching from the roof
Someone just ran inside
In a flameproof suit
Reminding me of you
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