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Plates
02:35
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Self flagellation, an inspiration to us all
But I forgot to call when I said I would
You know I could spare the time
But It grew like a tumor
Right beneath my skin when I was looking
I’m afraid to change
I’m a sight for sore eyes
I become the type of person I don’t like
I’m afraid to change
Turn off the lights on the weekend
Two sets of plates and a burial place in the yard
I got my looks from my father
We’re both real hairy, puberty was scary for us
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Caved In
05:27
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Out by the rope swing where the locals leave cans
Beneath the surface, jagged rocks and pruning hands
He’s forged with metal and he’s not feeling fatigue
No one will take a swing, he’s in his own league
Drove by the smoke stacks right off of I-84
Half hour drive from Yale new haven’s rocky shores
I pierced my eye so I could see it go through
That hole fills up when I am staring back at you
It caved in, I watched it fall, fall into place again
I could feel the ground change when I walked through the door, even though I’ve been here before, it might never be the same
Under the shelter of my streets oldest tree, a mid day downpour caused by summer humidity
Tucked in a blanked of a leaf covered branch
The flash floods grace covered me like an avalanche
After the heatwave when I learned to relax
The weight of burden taken off and given back
He’s out of loose change but rich with old traveler’s checks
A sour taste from crab rangoon and nasty sex
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East of Levittown
02:50
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Sick day, I thought I’d get some rest
I picked a day, I hate my job at best
Burned out, and still warm to the touch
I’m lucky to have so much
Gash through a layer of skin, let out what I keeping in
It’s not inescapable
Just makes me love you more
Hamptons, it’s east of Levitt Town
Champions: New York’s cherished crown
Beach house that gathered too much debt
The types to not forget
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Pushed Away
03:30
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It was a Three Way Tie For Last Place
I took it heart when you broken silence
I didn’t memorize the parking space
But I’ll never forget what I probably missed
In depth tunnel vision, I’m a circle precision cutting tool to fit these parts together again
I bled discreetly but profusely
I led with my heart but only loosely
Tinkered with changing up my mind
But I didn’t know where to draw the line
Ten second delay, a buffer for life broadcast airplay
But it couldn’t delay what I really saw, with my two eyes I thought I’d seen it all
Another bandage over rosy cheeks
I need another week
Half a start, I got pulled away
I forgot needless uncertainty wains
I gotta hand it to you mister, you found a good man, I’ll really miss him you’re settling in like I’m a beached whale that took it’s last swim
And the farmer’s tan lines, they’re egregious like mine
But I swear you took my heart in Wisconsin when I didn’t look, you read me just like an open book, the laboring pains brought me to my knees
I need another week
Half a start, I got pushed away
I forgot it might go away
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New Copier
04:40
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Discounted authentic clothing
Resentment is there and I think it’s growing
It’s all hinged on the simple fact
A broken down rusted car is worth more than your bus pass
It still feels like a gust of wind blew him away
No one can say just where he went wrong
A marathon of books and coffee
Because he thought it’d be lofty and such
Lofty and such
Unphased and slightly oozing
Weekly business updates, inauthentic schmoozing
He fought off an evil that wanted to last
Important business dealing and ticker tape rough drafts
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Radio Silence
03:11
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Scared of the mirror when I wear my own glasses
Slight imperfections grow into cavernous masses
I tried to agitate the thoughts that were brewing inside
Never thought I’d be treated like rawhide
I tasted success like my dog can sniff landmines
I harvest regrets like a slash and burn tan line
I tried to speculate to why I always felt so bothered
I watched them blow right up, we don’t talk any longer
So I thought we could try a two way street but you’re passing me by
With your peaceful grasp on what people want when people want you
Radio silence when I had great reception
It’s half my fault because I split my attention
They’re making connections like the yarn on a crowded cork board
It’s how you reach the top to stave off this dark world
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Lazy River
03:02
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A life, like candy flavored wine
A knife, that cuts you deep inside
It was the last leg of the race, still wiping egg off of his face
He’ll argue against you
He got in my way, like to sandy beach with a sneaker wave
He’s a pack rat
A game, to get it off your mind
A shame, I thought that you’d be mine
She was a puddle on the floor, conversations became a chore
I loved when you’d listen
He got in my way, a sandy beach with a sneaker wave
He’s a pack rat
He drifted away, a lazy river on a rainy day
He’s a pack rat
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Roomba
05:39
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Aquarium obsession, but I’ll leave with your blessing
It’s why I called a rain delay, I covered the field the other day
Laying a thick breadcrumb trail, but you’ve got a roomba on your tail
A solid investment it’s just a testament to your will
You’ve been on your own now without a game plan somehow
I watched you make it but you wouldn’t wave to me through the crowd
It’s getting a little too loud in here
Crammed toilet paper in ears, sloppy from three lukewarm beers
Storm chasing rationalists, New England homes candle lit
Fresh faced and still eating dirt, but he puts in the work
Bundled and freezing, stood at ledge he
Threw bricks rocks at glass in abandoned town malls
Your roommate drank all the milk, so you stole all his a.d.d. pills
Cereal three times a day, flintstone pebbles taste great
When you get high in the a.m., he claims that milk is the cure, drinks it warm to be sure
The first 8 Bloodfists, but it ain’t no Death Wish
I have an itch I can’t scratch, deep dive in flavorless trash
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