1. |
On the road
09:39
|
|||
Standing in a moving car, with the roof open
surrounded by the violet sky
left foot up and resting on the back cushion of the front row
right foot getting sand all over the leather
Cupping his hand tight to his face, the fire illuminates his features
intently for one moment, one slow take
the wind flies into him
eyes welling for no pinnable reason
he drops all his nerves and pivots backwards into the rear seat
now his left foot dangles over the door
rolling his ankle while the speed creeps up
a sharp rock corner awning, but no movement out front
The car spins through the guardrail, transporting itself on the shelf, on the cliff, on the sharp cliff face
sliding down until it lands front up and facing
rolling forward over the sand
I haven't eaten in weeks
I burn effigies to stay warm
my throat is closing up
my tears are welling up
the forest is creeping up
the tide is waking up
a deep midnight blue sky
blending into the ocean
the waves pulse is crashing down
The wheels are shot, so is the engine
So he scavenged the shore, for the skeleton of a long, long-lost wood
Pitching the doors wide open and laying a blanket over the car
To keep the sun from getting us in the morning
so he rests his body on the sand
and against the seat
The salty ocean lapping at his feet
|
||||
2. |
Dynamite
04:05
|
|||
Dynamite you know that I've been waiting all night
Dynamite maybe I can try
to put my hands on you
to get me through
the year
Dynamite you gave me such a fright
The time I thought I lost you
If sparks could fly
I know I'd never die
We could live on the moon
Dynamite I could use a little light
I know it's not a pretty sight, but give it a chance and you might
See that we make
one and two
Dynamite I'm not sure if it's right
Dynamite since the year is getting shorter
like the fuse
But if that were true
I'd use it to prove
Dynamite you and I
were not meant to ignite
|
||||
3. |
Rome
01:40
|
|||
We're going on a pilgrimage
We won't come back until we conquer Rome
We're going on a pilgrimage
Who knows when we'll make it home
We packed our bags and headed east to the seaboard
We took our clothes and threw them to the water
We breathed the air from an unrelated fire
We're going on a pilgrimage
|
||||
4. |
Paleontology
05:03
|
|||
Wake up in the summer sun
Wonder if I'd be cooler drunk
Cuff your jeans, and follow me
Through the grass
And through the weeds
Esoteric
and very obscene
Cannibalize the brand new art scene
Stumble through your morning plan
Soon it will be June again
Attracted to what you never knew
Understandably, it's true too
Scraping through a sunken ship
Working laughter up to it
Peering glasses that alter epithets
Struggling busker acts, caught with cataracts
Cramped into ideas
Speed up to lofty goals
Hole up in a zone
Endure the watershed moments
|
||||
5. |
The acknowledgement song
06:57
|
|||
It's no different from a criminal defence
Is it all this window shopping that makes me depressed
I feel different like a beast who stalks his nest
I feel different like a going-crazy thing
I feel sick like I know I shouldn't be
I feel bored by something I cannot see
It's so different from the open-looking eyes
It's so different from the small abandoned vibe
I feel different, I could take a couple books
Walk down the steps, see the clouds try to speak
I feel different like I'm gonna go to the store
I feel different like the rain is making me bored
I want to live inside of a three year long dream
I want to live inside of a three years long dream
I want to live inside of a three years long dream
I want to live inside of a three years long dream
I want to live inside of a three years long dream
I want to live inside of a three years long dream
I want to live inside of a three years long dream
I want to live inside of a three years long dream
I want to live inside of a three years long dream
Let me into my computer screen!
Somewhere on the sea
I can see a boat
It's coming to harbour
It's looking for me
Somewhere in the ocean, it's waving its flags
I know that it's going to come for me
Somewhere on the harbour it will land
And I will go running
I will reach out my hand
And I will step on board
And see what kind of cargo it holds
It's a basket of photographs
and each one shows a different part of the world
It must be in black and white because I don't think I know a single scene
And I can look into my future
And I know, that I'm going to do something cool
Even though, even though I won't live in those fields
or those hills, or that river, or those city buildings, or that sky,
or that library,
Or ride my bike, push it for you when it gets to heavy
I won't do any of those things
But i don't care, I don't care
|
||||
6. |
||||
When I stand, up I get heat stroke
When I speak out, I've got amnesia
No rhyme or reason
No excitement for the season, the newest one
Will go ignored
I feel like I've got heat stroke
I feel like I've got heat stroke
It's a loaded question
Absent from direction
What's the struggle to lift
The blade from its hilt?
I've got heat stroke on the brain
I've got heat stroke on my face
I've got heat stroke, everyone's got heat stroke
Hey hey hey, get out of the way
Get out of the way
Get out of the way
Get out of the way
I'd like to take a trip in my own mind
I would take lots of photographs and bring them with me
Cause you need proof for everything
I would feel better without proof for anything
Get out of my way
Get out of the way
Breathed too hard when your desire is so far away
I almost blacked out because I talked for five minutes too long
Where's the justice in that?
Where's the justice in that?
There's no justice in that
. . .
I am going to go to bed with 'Kid War' playing in my head
I am going to go to bed with 'Kid War' playing in the back of my head
I am going to go to bed with 'Kid War' playing in my head
I am going to go to bed with 'Kid War' playing in my head
I am going to go to bed with 'Kid War' playing in my head
I'm gonna go to bed and the ending of 'Kid War' will be ringing in my head
I am going to go to bed and 'Kid War' will be playing in my head
So get out of my way
|
||||
7. |
McCaul
02:43
|
|||
8. |
The storm
03:29
|
|||
Lost my money at a local bar
Had a train to catch but it caught on fire
I could sense the rain was starting to swell
So I looked around for a new way out of town
The humid began to comb my skin
I could see the thunder and I waited for the storm to begin
hiding under an overgrown banyan tree
Even the birds were trying to fly away from me
The churning heartbeat of a summer rain was passing
So I stepped out and looked at the stars
they were falling
down to
earth
|
||||
9. |
||||
The apartment lights they are like stars in the sky
The closest replacement for stars that I can find
Some of them they stay up way too late
And I can see their friends dropping back as the hours rise
In their illusion of being the cosmic lifeblood, the lights do not cut through the dark
Nor do they weave their small bodies, intertwining with the darkness
they rest on the building they call home
whose frame blends into the night sky
When it is just aching past midnight
The frame is black, dark as the night
The lonely hours grow somber, the blue drips into the sky
Does it ever really get so blue?
Sometimes it does but its occasions are rare
When they do the peaceful moments ascend the world to a glimpse of perfect
Not meaning perfect in the sense of the divine or immaculate, or without fault or weakness
Not for cynicism or rough edges or great success or some shit like that
It's at this time that any concept of love
Can make itself apparent to you
Love or the existence of yourself
That places in such a moment
All the other times of anguish which haunt you through the day, they are forgotten now
Distanced by the great power through the sky
Distanced by the great power through the sky
Remembered by the great sky
Distanced with a long time
And so
so you stare
Staring out
At the stars
And then
A great big strike of lightning
Comes down from the violet heavens
And it hits you in the eye
And you're never coming back
It's never gonna hit you ever again
|
Streaming and Download help
Instant Tradition recommends:
If you like Instant Tradition, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp