chelsea, the audience is waiting
my heart is palpitating
this life was meant for you, and me
chelsea, just gimme one good reason
why we shouldn't be pleasing
this whole word is our destiny
-
in the chest of the dealer
hammers and smelts a foul charge
as he smooths sour cream
on his moll's pony
and metes her an unholy barrage
oh the living is hard
hammers and smelts a foul charge
as he smooths sour cream
on his moll's pony
and metes her an unholy barrage
oh the living is hard
-
we took six of one
and nothing from the dozen
i guess i'll never need another hand to stay awake
oh, get me right up to the brink
i'll break one way or other
some of the best of us are already home
still singing softly through the stereo
although we tried to make the only amends
now it's just a soundtrack to the end
and nothing from the dozen
i guess i'll never need another hand to stay awake
oh, get me right up to the brink
i'll break one way or other
some of the best of us are already home
still singing softly through the stereo
although we tried to make the only amends
now it's just a soundtrack to the end
-
why is there a missing piece in everyone i know?
i never have the right parts to make them work out right
so they go on with their temperamental bags of tricks
such a half-assed mechanic
i can't even fix myself
if you tip it over on its side, crack it open
maybe you will find out what
look at all the wires, how they're twisted
do they make just a little sense to you?
maybe if you're smart you can figure out the problem
and solder it like glue
i never have the right parts to make them work out right
so they go on with their temperamental bags of tricks
such a half-assed mechanic
i can't even fix myself
if you tip it over on its side, crack it open
maybe you will find out what
look at all the wires, how they're twisted
do they make just a little sense to you?
maybe if you're smart you can figure out the problem
and solder it like glue
-
i would rather stay awake
than be asleep
while your shadow is
cheating all these
people behind their back
and you can take what's left in our hands
we can just replace them
with memories of sanities
going through our heads
we'll keep on fighting them off
with rocks and guns and daggers
and energies that flow within our bones
bang bang bang
here comes the end
than be asleep
while your shadow is
cheating all these
people behind their back
and you can take what's left in our hands
we can just replace them
with memories of sanities
going through our heads
we'll keep on fighting them off
with rocks and guns and daggers
and energies that flow within our bones
bang bang bang
here comes the end
-
you see this writing on the wall
oh angel, you see this curtain fall
good times seem so far away
just a memory old and grey
there's no one like you
you rip apart the clouds in all my days
others all
fade away
this long highway
oh angel, you see this curtain fall
good times seem so far away
just a memory old and grey
there's no one like you
you rip apart the clouds in all my days
others all
fade away
this long highway
-
windmills cut through
the void dividing the imagined and true
the eyes neglect to see what the heart pursues
but my heart finds a dream in these unseen hues
in the untouchable
that's not to say
that i don't feel the limitations and the
drop from the expectation
it's not naive but the heart of creation
it's the only thing proven true to me
when the fire's burning from sky to ground
swing my weight around
begin the windstorm
the void dividing the imagined and true
the eyes neglect to see what the heart pursues
but my heart finds a dream in these unseen hues
in the untouchable
that's not to say
that i don't feel the limitations and the
drop from the expectation
it's not naive but the heart of creation
it's the only thing proven true to me
when the fire's burning from sky to ground
swing my weight around
begin the windstorm
-
ashes to shingle over chimney fire
where the moonlight mingles with lamplight all the while
we waste our heavy hands
clinging to driveways lifted by a frost
underneath this grand, mass exodus of cars
our heavy hands will rust
and break down into dust
swear to god when we were young
where halflight hit we saw you in the sun
we could see your eyes of stone
when you told us we’d always be alone
pulling my face close to yours
to show me blood, dripping from your pores
if you could bite my face off, you know you would
the stench of something dead
is mixed with perfume that bled
from your limbs onto the hardwood
fighting the dark with the fierceness of a fire
burning ten loose leafs attaching words and wire
with heat and silhouettes
when we find you ashes work to bury you away
where the moonlight mingles with lamplight all the while
we waste our heavy hands
clinging to driveways lifted by a frost
underneath this grand, mass exodus of cars
our heavy hands will rust
and break down into dust
swear to god when we were young
where halflight hit we saw you in the sun
we could see your eyes of stone
when you told us we’d always be alone
pulling my face close to yours
to show me blood, dripping from your pores
if you could bite my face off, you know you would
the stench of something dead
is mixed with perfume that bled
from your limbs onto the hardwood
fighting the dark with the fierceness of a fire
burning ten loose leafs attaching words and wire
with heat and silhouettes
when we find you ashes work to bury you away
-
you used to coddle my stress and my pain
and just for that second our hearts would feel the same
and just for that second our hearts would feel the same
-
i will make you a little paper boat
mmmm it'll always keep but probably never float
i'll fold the sails perfectly straight
i bet the wind won't blow and you'll have to wait
for the current to pick up and push you forward
oh and if my boat won't float i'll make you a paper crane
i think it means good luck in japan
oh, if it flew it would probably crash land
i'm no good with origami...
i will write you a little french poem
bring all your friends because you'll wanna show 'em
i will make sure it's grammatically correct
to read in your head with my french accent
mmmm it'll always keep but probably never float
i'll fold the sails perfectly straight
i bet the wind won't blow and you'll have to wait
for the current to pick up and push you forward
oh and if my boat won't float i'll make you a paper crane
i think it means good luck in japan
oh, if it flew it would probably crash land
i'm no good with origami...
i will write you a little french poem
bring all your friends because you'll wanna show 'em
i will make sure it's grammatically correct
to read in your head with my french accent
-
and i can see right through your skin
your bones are hollow, they're paper-thin
tonight, you're weightless
i know the way you feel
so try, try lifting all your weight
for a man, a man gone wrong.
and try, try wasting all your days
on a man, a man like me
and my love is a lot like yours
it's been crippled by the wars we wage
we're hopeless
we're on the losing side
your bones are hollow, they're paper-thin
tonight, you're weightless
i know the way you feel
so try, try lifting all your weight
for a man, a man gone wrong.
and try, try wasting all your days
on a man, a man like me
and my love is a lot like yours
it's been crippled by the wars we wage
we're hopeless
we're on the losing side
-
empty cries and hollow toots
all the signs that have no use
and fingers point accusingly are sinning
humourless hypocrisy
and all the crimes we didn't see
the sigh that knows the devil might be winning
but you're the same as you and i'm the same as me
and hopefully we can find ways to let us be reasonably fine,
reasonably fine, at least to let my music shine
and maybe it's the greatest test
a man's surrounded by his death
but reaches out and tastes the sweetest honey
that's how you make me feel
i love you more than death is real
it's sad but in the end it might be funny
all the signs that have no use
and fingers point accusingly are sinning
humourless hypocrisy
and all the crimes we didn't see
the sigh that knows the devil might be winning
but you're the same as you and i'm the same as me
and hopefully we can find ways to let us be reasonably fine,
reasonably fine, at least to let my music shine
and maybe it's the greatest test
a man's surrounded by his death
but reaches out and tastes the sweetest honey
that's how you make me feel
i love you more than death is real
it's sad but in the end it might be funny
-
distant and vague
every time i try to talk to you
don't know what to say,
tell me what my heart is supposed to do
she won't be happy without love
no one is happy without love
distant and vague,
since the time i saw her in a crowd
she dreams of dreams and dreams,
and one day will be queen
she does not know how much i mean
she must remain a child
she thinks she is so wild
she cannot find her style
and yet, she moves
every time i try to talk to you
don't know what to say,
tell me what my heart is supposed to do
she won't be happy without love
no one is happy without love
distant and vague,
since the time i saw her in a crowd
she dreams of dreams and dreams,
and one day will be queen
she does not know how much i mean
she must remain a child
she thinks she is so wild
she cannot find her style
and yet, she moves
-
walking down the yellow brick road
you left a clue
crumpled up a photograph
you had with you
giving up the suitcase life
and leaving your wife
there's a tunnel at the end of the light
don't know what to say to you
standing in the windowsill
don't know what to say to you
now you've swallowed your last pill
don't know what to say to you
firing prayers into the night
when everything is alright
you left a clue
crumpled up a photograph
you had with you
giving up the suitcase life
and leaving your wife
there's a tunnel at the end of the light
don't know what to say to you
standing in the windowsill
don't know what to say to you
now you've swallowed your last pill
don't know what to say to you
firing prayers into the night
when everything is alright
-
a potent mix of wonder
ignorance and fear
a place to hide under
a secret place to keep
self-serving answers
paper-thin belief
come bury your soul with me
i know i'd like a conscious life
i don't know how to get there
so keep me right
we're wasting time
i don't know how to get there
stand up and fight for all you've
yet to know
a bloated rich endeavor
unnecessary care
something i should bury
or something i should share?
come listen for doubtful emblems
and you'll find me there
ignorance and fear
a place to hide under
a secret place to keep
self-serving answers
paper-thin belief
come bury your soul with me
i know i'd like a conscious life
i don't know how to get there
so keep me right
we're wasting time
i don't know how to get there
stand up and fight for all you've
yet to know
a bloated rich endeavor
unnecessary care
something i should bury
or something i should share?
come listen for doubtful emblems
and you'll find me there
mixtape v: inside out
1. chelsea, lets go join the circus (agent ribbons)
2. song in the key of chance (augie march)
3. soundtrack to the end (communist daughter)
4. half-assed mechanic (loquat)
5. bang bang bang (sahara beck)
6. long highway (the jezabels)
7.windstorm (school of seven bells)
8. halflight (meligrove band)
9. mend (the young art!)
10. paper boat (gossling)
11. a man like me (beulah)
12. reasonably fine (the cat empire)
13. distant and vague (royal headache)
14. crashing the afterglow (versus)
15. conscious life for coma boy (aereogramme)
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