1. |
Prince
03:12
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I feel like a Nigerian Prince
A relative of wealthy royalty
I could make you very rich
Just need your social security
Woke up in a hospital
a night lost to misuse
An allergy to Aleve
Can't seem to find my shoes
They asked if I smoked cigarettes
I said, "hey man that ain't me"
156 dollars to
Prescribe Prilosec OCT
You're out in the waiting room
Reading highlights magazine
Trying to find hidden objects
A wishbone, a tangerine
Stepped in what I hope was water
My nonslip socks are wet
You laughed, I yelled and quickly recovered
"I'm sorry I haven't eaten yet"
We can stay here for another hour
Talk about the gilded view
You've told me everything
but what does this silence tell you?
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2. |
Fall
04:47
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Tongue tied, tired stories
Ears are shot her eyes full of hope
She fell from grace I'm not much more than boring
Stealing words to define his love
Spent half my life talking to walls,
or answering machines
Now I have this tendency
To slur to the words I speak
You can't blame anyone but yourself for this
Can't make you fall but you can make me quit
We talk away the night implying sleep is for the weak
Well honey, these old bones aren't what they used to be
You bit your tongue before you told your story
Swallowed pride, lungs full of smoke
Spinning webs with broken needles
An empty net couldn't catch my fall
Spent half a year talking to your wall
A full answering machine
Now I have this tendency
To stick to the same routine
You can't blame anyone but yourself for this
I can't make you fall but you could make me quit
We talk away the night implying sleep is all you need
Well honey, these old bones ache more than what I speak
I've seen ghosts in this house down the hallway
And what they say captivates and haunts me always
They know my name, breathe me in, finding safety when I'm still
And they seem to know me better than I ever will
I'm not afraid of the dark, it's the silence
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3. |
Stalagmite
04:21
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Tired eyes, locked twice
Can't look away, no need to break
The first night that it felt right
We talked until the morning came
And the sunrise; a stalagmite
of springs and cotton, what a pain
in my side, but it's alright
I'd lose sleep for you anyday
If it's unclear, I'm finally catching my breath again
Always near, what a breath of fresh air you've been
Gearing up for a long drive, It's a sweet ride
Finally seeing a future that doesn't end in a
Goodbye; a verbal fistfight
A flight risk grounded like a stalagmite
This seems too familiar, something needs to change
Before I make the same mistakes
Buried all my baggage in a shallow grave
If it's unclear, I haven't felt like myself lately
We've been woven into stitches of folded maps;
Inches apart yet oceans away to me
You're not afraid of the distance like I used to be
Every stitch weaved with this uncertainty
So used to the taste of defeat
But if I didn't know sour, I wouldn't know sweet
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4. |
Closure
04:39
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Not one for talking much
You know I got a lot to say
I could think it better than I could ever articulate but
The feeling remains the same
If you listened a little louder you'd hear my heartbeat on my sleeve
If I could break down these mental brick walls
You'd be less inclined to leave
How am I supposed to make sense of this?
(Somehow, someway)
How did you think this would end?
With a big bang or a fade out?
A walk into the sunset or maybe you could stay the night and sweat this out with me
It's the only way we know how to make it out alive
With surfaces unscathed
With hearts a little broken
but maybe that's okay
How am I supposed to make sense of this?
(Somehow, someway)
When my face meets the concrete
Will you be there to hear me out?
When my tongue meets my teeth,
Will your lips meet my mouth?
How am I supposed to make sense of this?
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5. |
Seeds
05:24
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It shouldn't be this hard
It never meant that much to you anyway
But 12 months, 2 weeks, or 18 days
Is too long to keep the "not" in your brain
Where were you
The countless weekends I spent by the phone
Counted sheep until the morning showed
Planted plans but they were never grown
That's changed
You say I've changed
I say you've changed
I've been searching for an answer
In constants in decimals in open signs
In something that's always been by my side
Though I never had the will to make it mine
Longing to stand here
After another year alive
Just longing to stand for something
To prove it's worth your while
To prove it's worth the drive
To prove it's worth your time
For proof, for proof, for proof
That we're all longing to feel alive
That's changed
You say I've changed
I say you've changed
We've stayed the same
I wish you could see how much I've grown
Who I am and who I'm going to be
I wish you could see what I've become
What these last few years have made me
Because I just need a friend tonight
I need a vial of validation
a set of sight sacrosanct
Left the holy from my heartland
in the earthquake of your absence
I broke ground to ashes, phoenician
Colorblind of sunken eyes, I slathered
in the memory of your yellow red rosy
Colored glass houses, the stones shatter the sunsets
The EMS was chemical based,
The heart of this city beats under high pressure
Washed facades with futures that will never come to pass
That you'll never come to pass by
this melancholy metropolis
that you'll never see the wholesome growth of elegy
of orienting the fleur de lis, cordially, drinking, morality tapestry
Woven into frozen carbon
But the diamonds here are shattered shards
Remnants of dust colored daylights far gone
The hurt still lives on but the foundation is fine
I built this world in your stead forgotten that it would live beyond your time
What's another year alone
When there's no one in this town but your ghost?
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6. |
Ohio
02:02
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I want to write a song about Ohio
Talk about how it's river flows
Though I'm no missionary, it must be the virgin Mary
The Ohio river, everybody knows
I want to fall in love with my Ohio
Those are the only two things I know
That Ohio is for lovers and Ohio is for rivers
and I bet I'd love to see that river flow
I want to know you in Ohio
See if you finally learned to dance
Maybe you would have stayed out of the sun
Maybe you wouldn't have picked up that gun
Maybe I could have stood a better chance
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