1. |
Ancient Baby
04:40
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I watched my ego calcify my tendencies
Habits in my bones set in stone
A fossilized impression of me as an ancient baby boy
Tormented tantruming what was I born for?
God, do you always have a goal?
Where do I begin? Oh, if I'm separate
Does it help me not to know?
I’m not gonna
Break new ground on this question
I’m not gonna
Figure it out I’m done guessing
So I won’t worry about it
‘Cause there’s no test for it
I have two sons they are attached to me
But when they grow up I’m gonna end
My affirmation says there is no separateness
Well maybe so, tell it to them
And if we’re three leaves
On the same tree
I only hope it’s
Fall for me
And anyway I’m not gonna
Get caught up on these questions
I’m not gonna
Figure it out I’m done guessing
So I won’t worry about it
‘Cause there’s no test for it
I won’t worry about it, I won’t worry about it, I won’t worry about it
I love everyone
Equally
There’s no test for it, there’s no test for it, there’s no test for it
I’m not gonna
Break new ground on this question
I’m not gonna
Figure it out I’m done guessing
I’m not gonna
Break new ground on this question
I’m not gonna
Figure it out I’m done guessing
I’m not gonna
Break new ground on this question
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2. |
A Mummy At The Lake
03:45
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I’ve come back to my cabin
Crazy I was like a nut gone candy
Passing off my pride as laziness
Hiding my ambition like a fist buried deep in my gut
All the birds under the eaves
All the bats at night kept trying to tempt my soul to take flight
Oh such sweet release
I know I’m part God part Dad part beast, part of all that I feel
When I feel enough, I feel alive
But only barely
Everything’s fought out, thought out, talked out of me
Everything’s fought out, thought out, talked out of me
Everything’s fought out, thought out, talked out of me
Everything’s been fought out, thought out,
talked out, thought out,
fought out of me
If I give up what I don’t get, give in and just it be, maybe I won’t
Stay freezing on a childhood feeling - I’m just trying to be me
But it’s been done a billion times, please!
And all the stars in the sky shout down on me no time is free
And I won’t get a reprieve. Hiding in my cabin bed
Cowering at dawn’s first light with sunken cheeks and
Sheets pulled tight a sunbeam bar across my eyes
Like a silent movie mummy I’m alive
But only barely
Everything’s fought out, thought out, talked out of me
Everything’s fought out, thought out, talked out of me
Everything’s fought out, thought out, talked out of me
Everything’s been fought out, thought out,
talked out, thought out,
fought out of me
Everything’s called out, crawled out, bawled out of me
Everything’s chucked up, hocked out, hauled out of me
Everything’s wore out, tore out, cut out,
shut out, broken down on me
Everything’s dropped out, popped out, fucked out,
shucked out, all
shot out of me.
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3. |
Boogie Woogie
04:56
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Show me anything else but this foolish kid
How can’t he know that I’m not feeling it?
If there’s any way I won’t be missed
I’d like to put a pin in him and leave now while it’s half over
I’ll go outside and pace the halls by the bathroom totally alone
Inside the singer does the po-faced boogie woogie
Oh Porgy, it just goes to show
how callow Brooklyn boys be
But though it’s fall for me and shadows drape the walls it’s not all for me
Cause all of this time I thought I wasn’t growing just dying
And all of this time I thought I wasn’t growing just dying
Hey my wisdom’s showing
Hey my wisdom’s showing
Hey ho
I feel like I’m one in a million
but my physical body is 43
I I I I’m old news, in some bad shoes,
but I’m still out and groovin’ to a smooth beat
I always thought I’d be on top of the world
or at least I’d get ahead of it
But now I know that I was all wrong
and the world forgives me because it is me
And the creature I was in 1993 is no longer me oh oh
All of this time I thought I wasn’t growing just dying
And all of this time I thought I wasn’t growing just dying
Hey my wisdom’s showing
Hey my wisdom’s showing
Hey ho
Hey ho
Hey ho
Hey ho
Hey ho
Hey ho
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4. |
Cold Picture
04:16
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I’m out of it
Out of the frame, from where I sit
There’s nothing to say, nothing to pass for,
Nowhere to go
Don’t die young,
But don’t grow old, just be yourself,
Do what you’re told
You come to understand no one really knows
It’s a cold picture
Oh come on in help give me regret
It’s a cold picture, baby isn’t it?
Go on help season my wit
It’s a cold picture, oh oh
Baby come over
I’m saying nothing I feel
Though I’m feeling oceans and oceans I just don’t
Oooh oooh, ah ah
It’s a cold picture
Oh come on in help give me regret
It’s a cold picture
Go on help season my wit
It’s a cold picture
Oh come on in help give me regret
It’s a cold picture, baby isn’t it?
Go on help season my wit
It’s a cold picture, oh oh
Baby come over
I’m saying nothing I feel
Though I’m feeling oceans and oceans I just don’t
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5. |
Copy Body
03:37
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The lonely is in my copy body
Following me to a double bed
Where I never give up I just give in
Throwing down my keys on the chance that when
I’ve had enough of the LOL repeat
There must be something more to be…
In the fantasy of me and me and me and me and me
When the lonely is in I write myself a note
So that what I know now I might know now and then also
I try to be a true friend to me to the bitter end of me
Trying to pretend that I can still be free
When the lonely is in I play at staring
Where every blink erases the last thing I see
Destroying memories
On the chance there’s something more to be
Is there a chance there’s something more to be?
In the fantasy of me and me oh oh
What am I holding out for anyway?
If all matter is the same to me
What I am holding out for anyway?
It’s hard to say specifically
What I am holding out for anyway?
What I am holding out for anyway?
(we’re making money like it’s easy but it’s not
the dollar’s dropping and the dollar’s all we got
no gold no gold just an out-of-focus coffin waving
two feet away in a room like an oven saying…
I’ve had enough)
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6. |
Drinking Tang
03:53
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When I was 20 Jesus was 12
When I was 20 Jesus was 12
I quit being straight-edge studying in Spain
While Jesus was at home playing tag and drinking Tang
When I was 33 Jesus was 25
I was working three jobs he was only working one part-time
He kept telling us to give it all away
While his gas credit card still got paid in his mom’s name
But I was a teenager too
Suffering and so into it
Insufferable and so ignorant
I also tripped up on the truth
Jesus Chris you weren’t innocent
Oh did you think I was so different from you?
From you? Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh from you
Magical fate and the circle of life
Went on a date and I got myself a wife
We had a bunch of kids and we ate a lot of ice cream
And the years went by in a frozen dairy dream
Now I’m 41 and Jesus is dying
Strung up overhead and it’s no use crying
‘Cause the rest of us still have to keep on going
Doing nothing, all done growing
Tired of knowing it, and
Bored of trying
But once upon a time…
I was a teenager too
Suffering and so into it
Insufferable and so ignorant
I also tripped up on the truth
Jesus Chris you weren’t innocent
Oh did you think I was so different from you?
Oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh I was I was
I was a teenager too
Suffering and so into it
Insufferable and so ignorant ooh ooh
I also tripped up on the truth
Jesus Chris you weren’t innocent
Oh did you think I was so different from you?
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7. |
Little Brave Friends
03:27
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You can offer up your own ambition
but they shouldn’t have to share it with you
It’s not for them, it’s not for them
But it’s true what they say your karma
is the core code baked into this new pair of
Little friends, little brave friends
So drape my thoughts over your body let’s try
impersonating one parent
To spare us, going ‘round again and again
‘Cause it’s ‘write a record, write a record’
It’s Future Fear, it’s Future Fear it’s
‘write a record, write a record’
We cycle through this every year
In our current state there’s always hell to pay
so who do you think has to pay it?
And it’s not for them, and it’s not for them, baby
If you imprint all your own opinions it’s the clay
they’ll have to build their face with
These little friends, these little brave friends
But even if some all-knowing creator made us it
abandoned us to do its job
So drape my thoughts over your body let’s try to
impersonate a good God
To spare us, going ‘round again and again
‘Cause it’s ‘write a record, write a record’
It’s Future Fear, it’s Future Fear it’s
‘write a record, write a record’
We cycle through this every year
‘write a record, write a record’
It’s Future Fear, Future Fear it’s
‘write a record, write a record’
It’s Future Fear, Future Fear it’s
‘write a record, write a record’
It’s Future Fear, Future Fear it’s
‘write a record, write a record’
We cycle through this every year
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8. |
Hey, Come On!
03:24
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Hey, come on! Stay a little bit longer
Than you planned to stay, I was born to trap you
Eye to eye with me in oppositional defense
Of a present tense with no beginning and no end
Get into it (yeah)
Wait for me, wait for me, I’m innocent
Pray for me, pray for me, get into it
Wait for me, wait for me, I’m innocent
Pray for me, pray for me, get into it
And don’t get out
Show me where to go
if I’m meant to throw my life away
Then stay away
I’m a contraction and an end of everything you thought
Was a beginning
I would love to try again and again
Get into it
Wait for me, wait for me, I’m innocent
Pray for me, pray for me, get into it
Wait for me, wait for me, I’m innocent
Pray for me, pray for me, get into it
Oh Pray for me, pray for me, I’m innocent - I’m innocent innocent
Stay for me, stay for me, get into it - get into it into it into it oh
Oh Pray for me, pray for me, I’m innocent - I’m innocent innocent oh
Stay for me, stay for me, get into it
And don’t get out
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9. |
Hocus Pocus
05:15
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It does knock me out
No view’s so new inside or out
I replay it and move ahead
Nothing to do but stay at it
Oh I focus
Everything’s the same if I don’t concentrate
On the hocus pocus
It’s all shifting shapes that you can’t trace
Is it in the details?
I don’t know
Ok, then is it in the shadows that play?
I don’t know
Alright, then is it just an empty space?
Dave, I can’t say either way
When you ignore the faces of
Everyone you’ve ever known
Old and new
Projecting love
Protecting it too…
Doesn’t that sound true?
‘Cause you’ve been focusing on the wrong things
Haven’t you? You’ve been
Focusing on the what when
You should be focusing on the who
You should be
Focusing on the who
And do it for us, won’t you?
Do it for us, won’t you?
Do it for us, won’t you?
Do it for us, won’t you?
oh
Oh lordy, I’m born again and again
So much I’m getting bored of it
I’m letting nothing sink in
‘Cause I’m over it
I don’t hope for a change
That’s a cry for help in an empty brain
Disconnected but still tuned in
To the painfulness is this a test?
I don’t know
And if so is it pass or fail?
I don’t know about that
Is it so poorly made that you can’t even tell?
Dave, I can’t say either way
When you ignore the places
Where everyone you never knew
And were related to
Lived their truth
Died for it too
‘Cause you’ve been focusing on the wrong things
Haven’t you? You’ve been
Focusing on the what when
You should be you should be focusing on the who
You should be
Focusing on the who
And do it for us, won’t you?
Do it for us, won’t you?
Do it for us, won’t you?
focusing on the who
Do it for us, won’t you?
And do it for us, won’t you?
focusing on the who
Do it for us, won’t you?
Do it for us, won’t you?
focusing on the who
Do it for us, won’t you?
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10. |
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People are easy like a milestone over and over
Faces repeating like a strobelight
on a dumb dancefloor
We are the only ones we’re seeing
who seem at all complete
And I swear
That’s what they’ll be saying to each other
watching you and me
as we stare
Let me count the ways I can do it
Break it down and beat the magic out
Let me count the ways I can do it
Break it down and beat the magic out
Let me count the ways I can do it
Break it down
Again again again again and again
again again again again again again again
Until it all falls apart
And it seems like every anthem drop gets
longer and longer
With the pitch behind each new track
Rising like an air raid scream
Oh I can guess the next face before this
face even gets
past me
I guess I’ll keep on doing this
for as long as this night
Lasts me
Let me count the ways I can do it
Break it down and beat the magic out
Let me count the ways I can do it
Break it down and beat the magic out
Until it all falls apart
Until it all falls apart
Let me count the ways I can do it
Until it all falls apart
Let me count the ways break it down
Until it all falls apart
Again again again again and again
again again again again again again again
Until it all falls apart
Let me count the ways break it down
and beat the magic out
Until it all falls apart
Again again again again and again
again again again again again again again
Until it all falls apart
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11. |
Wizard Wednesdays
03:52
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So I loved it so well so oh well
Is that something I had to admit?
I don’t need to stand up and play show and tell
‘Cause I accept what I’m not gonna get
And you won’t learn a thing you can use
From my ancient history
No you won’t learn a thing about me
Murdering mystery
It’s the same old eraser on paper work worrying away
At the spot on the map that made this a place I could stay
So I know I must go as you please
Is there part of me missing, clearly
But do I have to pay nearly and dear to me
For the parts of me you can’t penetrate?
And though I’m out there living so far in the haze
I’m right here at home in my familiar place
What’s my body and mine will be yours in due time
So don’t make me go and give it all up right away
You can turn out the wizards from clocktowers
Trolls from under cities
Replace them with me only me lonely me
And my discography
Of notes froze in my throat as a boy full of primitive fears
Don’t leave me, I swear I’m trying
Let me stay here
But you won’t learn a thing you can use
From my ancient history
No you won’t learn a thing about me
Murdering mystery
It’s the same old eraser on paper work worrying away
At the spot on the map that made this a place I could stay
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