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Salt Artifacts
04:30
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I traced the veins out of our mouth right down the sidewalk and in to the streets.
And you wore a jacket just like my mother, I called you a friend but I knew you were a lover, or a liar
As I’m getting closer to terminal a, a direct flight from Boston to salt lake city.
It’s a pity
That I’ll never feel at home again.
No matter how hard I swim.
It’s you, it’s you, its you
Its me, it’s me, it’s me it’s me
I’m sick of finding salt artifacts in my brain
I’m sick of finding salt artifacts on my pillow case
And the bathroom door, flew open faster than we both expected,
In that flouresecent glow, our eyes were clearer than before.
And we both saw what we’d been missing.
You grabbed my neck and pushed me back into the wall like a criminal
You said I'd better be good to you
its easier to lose your friends than to make them.
No matter how hard I swim, I’ll never be home again.
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2. |
Paper Covers Rock
03:11
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3. |
Visions of Kody
04:04
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I thought about your hair
The way it glows under Christmas lights
How you made me stand
In the glow of the frozen yogurt signs
And I tried not to care
On Halloween,
As you pasted in your teeth
Then you fell down the stairs
Tasted pavement
And then my cheeks
I am the telephone
You are my answering machine
I am the life preserver
You are the storm that sets me free.
Remember that line
I wrote down on your notebook
My visions of you
And how they're becoming more and more true
It’s a very strange time
For both of us
in our little minds
think about my hands
you eagerly held them
and now you can’t stand them
I’m breaking your bones
God, your flesh not stone
And every word I pen
Seems to be about you
About you
(I don’t want to be the pictures
You shoved in your bottom drawer)
What happened to cleaning our lungs in New Hampshire?
And making love till we found the answer
Oh god I want nothing to do with you
and those pillowcases
at the Chelsea hotel
will never trap your red hair
pulling strands and pulling sheets to your heart
remember that Indian summer
baggage claim and your brother
watching the leaves and saying goodbye
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4. |
Drunk Children
04:36
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Well that ball of nostalgia
Underneath your rib cage,
Rounded out corners and rolled into place
I’ve been staring at pictures
To bring back October
we swore we were sober
you’re a harlequin mess
at your best
they found you in the bathroom
with his pants at your knees
scrubbing up paint chips
what happened to breezy?
you’re 17
I don’t mean to be mean
But grow up
Yea grow up
With every song that I sing,
It seems like you're more than I make you out to be.
But somehow this pen
Always thought better of you
Than I ever did.
You tried your best to learn how to hate me
And when you got scared you tried to replace me
Your songs are too long
and I'm sick of your melodies
you’ve always been one to overwrite your monologues
With every song that I sing,
It seems like youre more than I make you out to be.
But somehow this pen
Always thought better of you
Than I ever did.
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5. |
Oh Cody, You Can't Win
06:01
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And The glovebox rattled like a snare drum
The part of me I’d been too scared to face
We played our champagne flutes in our cowboy boots
Inhaling the smoke of your friends
with every black I-80 song
And car ride sing along
I saw the dawning of the beast
You choked through the screen door
And I couldn’t feel my feet
We dance in patterns
It never mattered
what your friends thought of me.
And the television
Snowed on my parade
Showing Cody visions
Of this sordid cabaret
I saw the column of lights from the stairwell
The part of you I’d been too scared to face.
I traced cartilage curves like seashell
From some Sarasota different part of you
With every Mass Pike sing along
And drunken midnight call.
I saw the sun set in the east.
I played the piano on your ribcage
Breaking the bones of our friends.
I keep thinking these songs are about you
And you'll keep coming back
despite ex-friends
these crosses above our beds.
With lying and eyes and second tries
You gave me your worst,
But your worst was the best in the end.
So write about Andrew, to forget about Cody
But we all the know the truth to the story.
You’re young
And in love
With someone who knows
everything you don’t want them to see
Well Listen up, I’m your Cody
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6. |
White Carnations
01:34
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It’s ten degrees colder than it was in September
I hope you remembered your coat
And the rain will soak shoulders
And wash up the bottles from our empty Saturday nights
And you’ll climb the stairs to that peter pan bus
To lose yourself in new york
But when we get to boston
With heads on our shoulders
we’ll have to redraw our plans
with white carnations behind your ears
and thoughts of your father drying your tears
youre never wrong youre never wrong
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7. |
Feed You to the Wolves
03:31
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I made my way back from the Florida coast
To found my daughter in your stomach
Pulling me back to your ghost
You tear this head apart
with you come backs and come ons
But I’ll throw your body from this bridge
and maybe then you’ll know
I’ll feed you to the wolves
I’ll feed you to the wolves
I keep finding your ghost
I cant take it anymore
We’ve done our dirty dishes
And blown our goodbye kisses
So now its time to say hello
To the mouths of the wolves
To the mouths of your new home
I’ll feed you to the wolves
I’ll feed you to the wolves
I keep finding your ghost
I can't take it anymore
I cant take you anymore
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8. |
Chelsea
03:46
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I chopped you into pieces
Left you lying in a field
Hoping you might decompose
And finally say farewell
I picked you out a postcard
A tombstone black veil
But I’m a cold and lonely bastard
and you’ve cast your spells on me
Oh Chelsea
Set me free
Oh Chelsea
Let me be
I’m hanging from the gallow tree
You haunt me with your symphony
Chelsea leave me be
Well I went to a surgeon
To have my brain removed
He said without insurance
There was nothing he could do
We all make drunk mistakes
But some can follow you
Well I’ve learned it now that whiskey makes it soft
and then it makes it hard
Oh Chelsea
Set me free
Oh Chelsea
Let me be
I’m hanging from the gallow tree
You haunt me with your symphony
Chelsea leave me be
I rolled into Pittsburgh
without a pair of shoes
you came to town to
watch me sing the blues
you cant deny this kids got soul
I may not have rhythm but I can rock and roll
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9. |
Tell Them to be Scared
05:08
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We both drink too much for all the same reasons
To scared to face ourselves at the turning of the seasons
You watch the pages fall from your old notebook
The one you swore you closed
The one you swore you were through with
The rain was pounding down
My head was pouring out
The birds of summer
fluttered from our mouths
You left me standing there
With my hands in the air
To warn the others
And tell them to be scared
And all that I missed of you when I was alone
Was someone to sing to in my drunk dial tones
But now that you’ve gone missing
I've taught myself to swim
So I’m not drowning in my sorrow
Or drinking back my sings
The rain was pounding down
My head was pouring out
The birds of summer
fluttered from my mouth
You left me standing there
With my hands in the air
To warn the others
And tell them to be scared
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10. |
Mary
07:44
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Mary had a little lamb
That day in the garden
The day that blood started
To flow from her hands
Mary had a little lamb
That day in the office
The day that I lost it
Had to make other plans
Well its so hard
To fight with the devil
When he knows you
By your first name
But I see Mary in you
And I feel okay.
Mary had a little lamb
That night at the altar
The night that my father
Held me in his hands
Mary had a little lamb
That night in my bedroom
In your red sox t-shirt
We met his demands
Well, its so hard
To fight with the devil
When he knows you
By your first name
But I see Mary in you
And I feel okay
When it’s over
You wont see me at all
But you’ll see what I’ve done
Oh you’ll see what I’ve done
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