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I ran away
from my troubles
or at least i tried
but my problems caught up me so fast
suddenly what was in front was behind
i ignore phone calls i hopes that you will never call back
dont take it so personally
its just another kind trait
that i happen to lack
im tired im sorry
for everything i said
i think it's best i go back home
thanks for the beer
but i dont drink
i never have cared much
for the love that you give when your drunk
the cables out again
we have neglected this bill for five months
and the apartments so quiet
except for the sound of your hand
as you roll your next blunt
this place is a mess and
it reflects the way
that we feel inside
like the time that we left the cats in
and they managed to destroy
all of our blinds
the cops are outside
theyre upset at a man
who had set foot
on the wrong sidewalk
i swear to god
ill get em soon
but you know too well
all of words will turn to exhaust
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2. |
Letter to the Devil
01:28
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So what am i really?
im not an anarchist or a revolutionary
another girl with another dream
in another city that never sleeps
with racist police, how can the apple fall far from the tree?
well i hope these walls burn down
hell i want out oh i want out
and this anxiety's been making my heart pound
so loud too loud
and i know i shouldnt complain
about the shit that i go through everyday
well this misery cant be slept away
and im full of shit
every time i say im gonna make it
and im still scared as hell
what if satan and i dont get along well?
and i cant wait to dance with the devil
it's all in good time
and i cant wait to dance with the devil
we create our own endeavours and own despise
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3. |
Ode for a Fever
03:22
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I guess it started as a fever
a sweaty mess of want and not receiving
one damn good day
i know you say it's nothing worse than
a scrape on the knee a slap to the wrist
but misery's never been your way
now you know
why it's so cold
in my room
i know you're right
and i'll be alright without you
you're lies caught your tongue in knots
and my heart in twirls
so why was it so beautiful
the way you talked about the world
i don't think you'll ever get it
to live a life that's not worth living
but it's ok
i know you'll find the one
but i hope i never see the day
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this one goes out to
my tears on your carpet
that you're still neglecting,
the crooks and the conmen
we call our policemen
and years i've spent reflecting
an anarchist song from the birds
in the tree out back
set fire to the gas tanks
and our self worth all summed up
in a movement of hands and lips
some not worth respecting
it's going downhill - again
we know too well that there's no room service in hell
and i swear i'll swear to god
when he shows some compassion
and i swear i'll swear to god
if the devil's not faster
this one goes out to
the years i spent looking back
without moving forward
emotionally attached
to the traits i lack
expressed in a swear word
when this city burns you can
place your bets that
i'll dance on the ashes
oh i'll be at the border of utopia and home
as close as i've ever been
it went downhill - again
we knew too well there'd be no room service in hell
and i swear i'll never swear to god again
the devil was faster
it's better than spending
eternity with congress men
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