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I'll Take A Volunteer
02:30
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I'll take a volunteer
For all life starting here
The sweetness belies
A complete absence of mind
I thought I'd never want for more than that
I've half a life before me
A century of songs
I've half a mind to leave here
A cemetery of wrongs
I exist somewhere between taking the piss and faking interest
I've got a fear in me that doesn't compromise
At best, it leaves me wanting out of this
I'm not here for a good time
I'm here for the long haul
I'll never hit the nightlife
But I'll settle for a call
I hope that I never want for more than that
I've half a life before me
A century of songs
I've half a mind to leave here
A cemetery of wrongs
I exist somewhere between taking the piss and faking interest
I've got a fear in me that doesn't compromise
At best, it leaves me wanting out of this
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2. |
Lucky Lucky You
02:16
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Lucky lucky you
To get the worst of me
Time and time again
Same trains
Long days
Longer nights
In wasted lays
From all the songs I played that you hated
To the nights that I spent misbehaving
I guess we both had patience
But not enough to make it
I needed a new muse
That could never be you
Lucky lucky me
The routines repeat
In consistent inconsistencies
From the wooden floorboards
To this corridor
I don't want to think about this anymore
From all the songs I played that you hated
To the nights that I spent misbehaving
I guess we both had patience
But not enough to make it
I needed a new muse
That could never be you
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3. |
Lowest Form / A Garden
02:01
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I find myself as the lowest form of life
Times like these really bring out the worst in me
How did this turn so quickly from everything to nothing
Daily crosswords
Waving you off to work
Cat claws in the floorboards
I figured we'd get a house
You'd paint the walls
We had thoughts of a garden
Did you ever stop to think that maybe the needs are in you, not the drink
Did you ever stop to think
How could things turn so quickly from everything to nothing
Daily crosswords
Waving you off to work
Cat claws in the floorboards
I figured we'd get a house
You'd paint the walls
We had thoughts of a garden
I'll lie to my girl
About our first floor world
Where the plants die in the hallway
The flowers in a mason jar on your arm
Will long outlive that time of ours
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Dancing Like Soy Bomb
02:40
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I should really give these T-shirts a rest
Splitting at the hem
Worn at the neck
Hanging by a thread
Like the threat of what's next
You'd move/roll around the room
Dancing like Soy Bomb
Now I fill my days with radio shows from 15 years ago
We left our love in the Wash coast
You know something I don't
You've shown me that before
I won't expect much of anything at all
Do you tire of being ignored
I make my final stop at Olympia House
Then head home to watch DC mash the heads of bigger men
Things were different back then
Do you have the same fears
In starting life again
Rebuying possessions
Only for them to then be lost in time
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