1. |
Salvation Army Band
02:10
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1 for the rhythm
2 for the blues
3 because you fucked me
4 because I fucked you
5 for the bandmates
6 for the strings
There was a 7 on the bottle
and a Salvation Army Band playing.
the 8th of October
and the 9th the next day
10 reasons to love you
11 to walk away
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2. |
Fields
01:53
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Out in the fields, they're burning them down.
The smoke rises past the radio towers.
If you're looking for me, I'll be passed out for hours
on yr. couch dreaming about the time we touched down.
I loved you, Lazarus.
Come back to life, and
meet me down by the water tonight.
It wasn't yr. fault how we lost paradise.
So, let's bury our ghosts in a garden of light.
Out in the streets, the lonely hours are winding down.
White powder collects in the folds of a note.
Can't find me now.
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3. |
Eva Braun
02:26
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Eva Braun, you cut the figure of a centerfold.
Pitseleh, "things fall apart; the centre cannot hold."
All that we are is a fever pulsing through the circuits.
All that we are is crushed into dust and scattered into the sea.
Eva Braun, a face of marble and a heart of glass.
Pitseleh, the shadows grow long as the hours pass.
All that we are is a fever pulsing through the circuits.
All that we are is crushed into dust and scattered into the sea.
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4. |
Heaven Hill
02:32
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If I treated you cruel, baby,
it was because you asked me to.
I'm not saying I meant it.
I'm not saying I didn't.
It's something we'd both do.
If I could meet you tonight on the roof,
would you kiss me back?
Are you living there still on Heaven Hill?
If so, I'll drink to that.
Maybe what's wasted
and locked in the basement
is dead, buried, and gone.
And, maybe what's missing is knowing
the difference is only a Wallflowers song.
If I could meet you tonight on the roof,
would you kiss me back?
Are you living there still on Heaven Hill?
If so, I'll drink to that.
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5. |
Southern Velvet Black
01:58
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When you were young,
you would talk about freedom.
You were born to run.
"Grab yr. mother's keys. We're leaving."
Driving down those gravel roads
into that southern velvet black.
And, you put away all the things you loved
like you might ever get them back.
Since you've been gone,
I've been left alone dreaming.
But, I'm moving on.
I've got my bags.
They're packed, and I'm leaving.
Driving down these lonesome roads
into that southern velvet black.
And, I gave away all the shit I love
because I'm not ever coming back.
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6. |
Good Night
02:11
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I've been waiting for the longest time
to tell you how I feel.
I've been falling through yr. window high
on Northern Light and pills.
But, if you ask me nice,
I just might leave.
I'm like that.
I'll be waiting for you
in the darkness of yr. room.
I'll be crawling toward you
like the way you like me to.
I'll be dreaming of death.
I know you'll like that.
You're like that.
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7. |
Spaceships
02:17
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How was I to know?
We were just kids then.
Laying stoned on the roof,
as the spaceships landed.
And, if I have to go,
don't make me go from you, Jenn.
I've got these baby lungs,
and my house is burning.
I'll meet you at The Drift,
and we'll die on the dance floor.
And, when the sun comes up
on the roof, we'll be reborn.
It's alright.
When it's good, magic happens every night.
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8. |
Blue Door
01:46
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"...door. We put it together. We were putting it up, and I was walking outside, and then there was a gas station, like I was over by that Quik Stop place and Exxon and by the Holiday Inn, y'know, and right in between there, it's gravelly, and there was this baby. And, this baby was just by itself--a real little baby--and, it was like it was in quicksand. It was just sinking down. So, I went over, and I saved this baby. And, the poor baby had a colostomy, and the baby had a urostomy, and the baby had a bedsore on its back. And, it had like bruises all over it. And, so, I took this baby, and like I was holding it, and I took it home, and I cleaned it up, and i was like 'Y'all, look at this baby. Whose baby is this?' And, I was like, 'Well, I"m gonna keep it now.' I'm like, 'It's my baby.' I was like, 'Because I'm the only person who knows how to take care of it.' I said, 'All you motherfuckers can't take care of a baby with all this shit wrong with it.' And, the baby's all--it just grew really fast. It kept getting bigger and bigger. And, then, it started talking to me. And, it was like, 'Thank you for taking care of me and not letting me die.'
I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant with yr. kid, and I'm not supposed to have an abortion with it.
Fine."
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