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PRAGUE (the vine)
02:45
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little city of clock-towers and wine,
bridges on forever behind
cobblestones and pay phones and grime
little city of clock-towers and wine
pale yellow, olive green and white
baroque, chapel clocks begin to chime
nothing’s ever truly lost to time
here in the city of clock-towers and wine
one day
the sky will fill with light
one day
the bones will sweetly lie
one day
the blood will never rise again so bright
in the
city of clock-towers and wine
rust red tiles and tired smiles, resigned
crumbling walls and bathroom stall advice
with love from prague we stare at the skyline
of the city of clock-towers, the city of the vine
the city where you’re mine
one day
the sky will fill with light
one day
the bones will sweetly lie
one day
the blood will never rise again so bright
in the
city of clock-towers-
one day
the sky will fill with light
one day
the bones will sweetly lie
one day
the blood will never rise again so bright
in the
city of clock-towers and-
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y’know
sometimes i don’t wanna be the sun
i just wanna be the lamp that moths tend to flock to
kerosene quiet, i don't wanna be crayoned
in the corner of your little brother’s homework
stuck between the lines and in all your
poem’s metaphors, maybe this isn’t a war, it’s just a
life
and a little life if we’re getting specific
i’m not gonna be UV energy i’m just a guy with nothing to do and
a way with words
a way to be heard
batter and bruise me
and lay me to waste
i romanticize myself
and fuck you, i’ve changed
and hey
love it or hate it, except don’t love it or hate it
stay somewhere safely in the middle, i don't wanna be anybody’s anything
it’s not right to say that i’m stuck living inside a drum but i feel it sometimes
i feel it sometimes
and it’s
kind of dumb
but i’m not
anyone
i’ve just rhymed the words
i said i’ve just rhymed the words
(i’ve just rhymed the words i’ve just rhymed the words i’ve just rhymed the words...)
batter and bruise me
and lay me to waste
i romanticize myself
and fuck you, i’ve changed
battered and bruised
as i lay to waste
i romanticize myself
and fuck, i haven’t changed
and fuck, i haven’t changed
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LONDON ((oxy)moron)
03:21
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lost in ideologies again
tripping over sentences i speak without an end
spaced-out epicurean fine arts degree
trade a life for life for life for another shot at the key
trying to save the world from a college dorm
always had the feeling i was chosen
pretentious turns-of-phrase turn to chasing words i ate
trade my lips for zippers and we’re talking
and i’m talking
nothing ever happens to me anymore
constant editorializing my own life story
everything exists because of previous becauses
because consequences never pulled me back, oh
i said it’s not my fault, it’s just my neurons firing on pretence
no one said this would be easy but it is
and to simplify is to complicate what’s already in place
and i don’t know what i’m saying but i mean it
oh i mean it
i said it’s not delusions of grandeur
……it’s just delusions of mine
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with our bodies all wrong but shining
silhouetted in the daybreak
we don’t get along with our brains
but i get along with you
endless policy hangs over our heads
like a grey sky
but here’s the only place
i feel i can act a fool
with you
with you
it shouldn’t burn like this
the sting of seasalt and the fading sunlight
we didn’t take enough
pictures of the view
when good things happen i feel guilty
when bad things happen i feel worse
and we don’t get along with our brains
but i get along with you
i think the sea found us
(floundering lost in the wind)
i think the sea found us
(and so the adventure begins)
i thank the sea for us
(one day we’ll all be stories)
i thank the sea for us
when is a sunset more than a sunset
more than its molecules
maybe when we’re
more than our bodies allow
and we’re building sandcastles to
pretend we don’t have homes to return to-
lion’s dens, and all my friends are waiting
patient in the blue
for you
for you
breaking into silences
paragraphs stuck in my throat like a cough drop
nothing like the first time like
the last time you say goodbye
heart bigger than the border;
it’s goodbye but not forever, and we stand in the surf
it doesn't hurt
for once in a while
i think the city found us
(floundering lost in the wind)
i think the city found us
(and so the adventure begins)
i thank the city for us
(one day we’ll all be stories)
i thank the city for us
i think the sea found us
(floundering lost in the wind)
i think the sea found us
(and so the adventure begins)
i thank the sea for us
(one day we’ll all be stories)
i thank the sea for us
i thank all my friends for us
it was only a matter of time
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in my dreams i am always falling
in my dreams i am always falling
i can still feel your glow
i can still feel your glow
in my dreams i am always falling
in my dreams i am always falling
apart i am with you
apart i am you
(your sweltered alleyways
your great heights)
in my dreams i am always falling
in my dreams i am always falling
alone in that wind
alone in that wind
i call out
i call out
i call out (...)
in my dreams i am always falling
in my dreams i am always falling
swallowed
by a city
insomniac
(in my dreams i am always falling
in my dreams i am always falling)
it’s clouding pink and purple…
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