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Hurricane Season
01:45
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I come in from the fields at five
And I play my soul as well as my cockeyed fingers can
I'm not used to sleeping alone
Anyone will do right now, just keep my head from spinning on and on and on
It's been hurricane season for years on end
I'm stuck in this storm drain and I can't lift the bars
Unless someone else comes by and throws their credit card down
I'm with the tab and I can't leave the bar
Unless someone with a spine reaches down and lifts me out
It's been hurricane season for years on end
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Clean Junk
03:46
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The sun comes down on a Sunday afternoon
But all the light in his veins makes it so this guy can't even move
And some neoliberal scumbag in superhero clothes
Steals change from a grocery tin where orphans struck a pose
But kids in love still leave locks on the Jackson St. bridge
What would it have felt like if I never fell for you out on an empty street?
Sidewalk bar tabs stacked higher than I get when there nobody to meet
And I swore that I would change myself, I'd be a better man
But I'm full of hate and dig my feet in the ground on which I stand
I called my lucky number and you picked up the phone
Now I drive myself back to the bar where I hide out all alone
But kids in love still leave locks on the Jackson St. bridge
We've got clean junk and poison fish
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Memorial Day Weakened
02:45
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Roaring silence from this apartment, my lips haven't moved in days
A barren, sterile floor I've given up to empty high lifes
This is how I'll bleed now
Woke up this morning
Already on season 5
A silent cell phone
Means no one will miss you when you die
Your house is on the way to where I drink all alone
I can't shake that it still feels like home
The tree lights up your window while to cold March wind blows
I wish I couldn't feel this shame rattle in my bones
Ignored the warnings
I thought I could survive
I sat and droned
Now I'm praying to survive
Walking in alone, I put my head on a shelf
I've given up trying to unfuck myself
Burning bridges like they're cigarettes that I should've quit
Ignore the signs like plans with friends I'll probably skip
I'm done with this defeat
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You're not a politician and without a thought
You would build a fort defend what you are
You're not religious and without Catholicism
You would turn to God to save your soul
And all I can do is try my best for you
With all my indecision
And all I can do is try my best for you
We can live with indecision
You're not superstitious and without charm
You would touch wood if you thought it'd do good
You're not the sporting type but without gripe
You would bet your life if you thought you were right
And all I can do is try my best for you
With all my indecision
And all I can do is try my best for you
We can live with indecision
All we can do is try our best for you
With all our indecision
And all that we can do is try our best for you
I can live with indecision
And all I can do is try my best for you
With all of my indecision
We all need an attitude
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