1. |
Accidents
03:03
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I broke the glass on your
Picture frame
Memories are broken and washed down the drain
I'll watch a movie that I've
Always hated
Call it your life because I'll
Write it so sad
Just make a promise
That you'll Never see
If I can be honest
That's really me
I think I was but I
Don't really know
Hurts that I just want to say want to say
Can we please go
I'll go hang with
My best friend
I don't know if it will go
Till the end
And I'll make that promise
That is true to me
Walk around the bush that I beat
Mercilessly
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2. |
Novocaine
03:58
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Last night I slept like they do in the movies
the kind of sleep that makes your eyes stuck shut
I hear them calling
Their voices underground
The call of the bodies whose lives I wish I knew
Soaked up to the collarbones in blood
You took my tears
You threw them in the rain
numbed me up like Novocaine
again
Oh how I mourn the hours in my room
I wish I could have though or something else to do
I am just waiting for a friend he says
Been waiting way to long
When can he just take it and watch
Throw it away
Gone and somehow forgotten although he preached a common word and he forgot
what we had said
Lost in my own head
You threw them in the rain
numbed me up like Novocaine
again
How I mourn the hours in my room
I wish I could have thought of something else to do
Waiting for a friend
He says
Meet me in my dreams again
I cannot wait to see you then
Waiting for the end
He said
Meet me in my dreams again
I wish you could’ve been there when
Been up a long time gonna hit the rocks
And I'll wake up smash my head on the wall
Now wait a minute
Another old man walks so slowly with a hobble he leans on his cane Because he needs a friend he said
He’s dressed so nicely
You threw them in the rain
Numbed me up like Novocaine
Again
Oh how I mourn the hours in my room
I wish I could have though or something else to do
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3. |
Beck's Song
04:10
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When did life stop feeling like this
it still exists in a man with no face
The flowers you pick will always stay with you in some part of a great devotion
You see only for minutes at night staring aimlessly in to the maps on the ceiling tile
The shapes made out of wood grain seem unfinished but there's still an idea of what it means
It was gone, when did life start feeling like this
It was gone, when did life start feeling like this
It was gone, when did life start feeling like this
I saw you in a dream last night my eyes were staring through your window my thoughts sinking in the sand
In a room I think I’ve seen we talked for hours about how you were when you were dreaming
It was gone, when did life start feeling like this
It was gone, when did life start feeling like this
It was gone, when did life start feeling like this
I began to dissolve into my mattress as I lost all sense of being melting in the bed
The pounding of my head stuck to my pillow as I tried to move my neck for a better look
It was gone, when did life start feeling like this
It was gone, when did life start feeling like this
It was gone, when did life start feeling like this
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4. |
Restoration Last
03:31
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The light left my eyes long ago
My brain’s circuitry has been shorted
Jerry rigged to somehow still activate
But never fixed to work properly
It’s chemistry has gone bad
No Oxytocin no Serotonin no Dopamine
Sertraline adrenaline concoction to keep me alive
IV growing ivy rust and rot to tear up my chassis
Fused to my bed I fade away
I’ve become a half finished restoration project
Circuit’s broken resistors fried
Recovered remnants just to be denied
New parts can’t seem to find their place
No sense of synergy but lots of leaching
Power supplies only to the peripherals
The pads of solder melt away for the last time
I’ve become a half finished restoration project
Circuit’s broken resistors fried
Recovered remnants just to be denied
I’ve become a half finished restoration project
Circuit’s broken resistors fried
Recovered remnants just to be denied
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5. |
New Old Faces
04:46
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Every time I’m in this place
I see new old faces
I never know
If I knew them all those years ago
But I had to go
Oh
Rolling hills
Cliff faces
The landscape is the only thing
That never changes
And I wish
I was here to see it happen
But instead
Every time in this place
I see new old faces
Older and wiser
Some grown up some gone gray
And some are gone
Eventually to be forgotten
And I know that I’m part
Of the new old faces
We’ve moved on we’re older
We’re stronger
Time moves along
And everyone will sing their own song
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6. |
Accidents - Acoustic
03:11
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I broke the glass on your
Picture frame
Memories are broken and washed down the drain
I'll watch a movie that I've
Always hated
Call it your life because I'll
Write it so sad
Just make a promise
That you'll Never see
If I can be honest
That's really me
I think I was but I
Don't really know
Hurts that I just want to say want to say
Can we please go
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Community Breakfast Burlington, Vermont
We are an indie rock band from Burlington, Vermont. We take way too long to release music, and play shows few, and far between. Enjoy!
“Fuck the Sex Pistols!” -Waylon
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