1. |
Lilywhite
01:23
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Pull my wounded knuckles wide
Lost my innocence in lily white
We still hang high from August skies
But the fever lifts in all due time
If they ask me where the bottle went
I’ll ask them why?
Cause we just spent our last few cents
On Marlboro lights
I knew before my middle name:
The grief inside
To fight, to fuck
To fear the day the ache subsides
(I must have misplaced my morals when I unpacked again.)
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2. |
Parliaments
04:20
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"It's such waste," you say
With your heels in hand
Yeah, you're slurring all your words
And I'm avoiding all your friends
"A headcase," they say
But I place no blame
You know I never meant to lose it
At your party again
"Does anyone know who this kid is?
Yeah, he's a piss-poor flirt and I'm over it."
I guess I drank too much and I still can't dance
Oh god, I hate this song
And all my friends
So take what you can get
I could be better yet, don't talk you'll ruin it
Take what you can get
I'll be your best regret, sullen in silhouettes
"It's such shame," you say
Through a cigarette
Oh, I stutter over pseudo-lovers
Draped in sweat
You came and left
With no regrets
I only barely make it out with just
An empty pack of Parliaments
"Does anyone know who this kid is?
Yeah, he's a 4, at best, if I'm generous."
I guess I drank too much and I still can't dance
Oh god, I hate this song
And all my friends
You're on the back porch, falling in love
Out front, I'm smoking, waiting for the car to come
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3. |
Babyboy
04:12
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Developing dependencies
It’s a soft-focus fever dream
Nostalgia for the worst of me
It gets heavy with our truancy
“Would you quit for me?
Baby boy, would you quit for me?
You’re breathing short and sleeping more
Baby, would you quit for me?
Baby boy, would you quit for me?”
Well, what for? Either/or?
One more we’ll leave
Enamored by my cheap mystique
You used to think I was cool
Now you’re worried bout me
A little late, a touch naive
But I love a good car crash devotee
“Would you quit for me?
Baby boy, would you quit for me?”
Well, what for? One more
You said
“Easy does it. Oh, just simmer down
You got two more years til we figure this out.”
Well, easy does it, oh, but stick around
You know I’m way too young to think right now
I know I look so pretty when I lose my head
So baby, humor me a minute
Before you find it again
Easy does it, oh, but stick around
You know I’m way too young to think right now
Uncover your affinity
For these sacrificial tendencies
You got a taste for whiskey neat
And washing my blood from bathroom sinks
“Would you quit for me?
Baby boy, would you quit for me?”
Well, don’t lie, you love the low life
We’re going over fate’s head
But we look damn good while we’re doing it
Don’t cry, don’t get so upset
We’re young, harsh, reckless
But not a problem yet
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4. |
Alison
03:31
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Ali said
“We can’t go home
The drinks are so much weaker when the city’s cold
And the liquor only works to warm you up.”
Ali said
“We’re the grieving young
Seventeen forever isn’t near enough
But we’re twenty-two and twice as used up.”
And now we may not get forever but forever is far
And here and now is hanging out the side of the car
Cause chemicals will fail us, baby, so will the stars
We’re the saints of disregard
And no, we can’t go home
The night is still so young
We could steal the air and hold our breath til dawn
They’ll never take us alive
We’ll find the upside to low life
Ali says
“We’re the hellfire’s own
Stumbling through limbo to the great unknown.”
But it’s blood and gold, the in-between we roam
And now we may not get forever but forever is far
And here and now is chills that cover all of the scars
Cause pharmacy will fail us, baby, so will the gods
We’re the saints of disregard
Cause I’m summer-drunk and blistered up
Barefoot sprinting down the boulevard
I’m still alive and terrified
And young enough to not know why
I’m a half-lie away from God
And he doesn’t owe none
But I wish he would
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5. |
Blue Line
03:01
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Take the blue line
Push the pain below
A little too gone on the long way back
The light floods in through the ceiling cracks
Take the blue line
Long live the grieving young
A little too gone on the long way back
It’s life laid out on the subway tracks
Take the blue line
I heard someone say the way we are
Is just the way we’re meant to be
Nothing is without intent
I hope that’s true for you and me
Cause we’re overwhelmed
And not doing well
But it’s pretty in the city’s veins
Maybe we could be okay
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6. |
Blow
02:45
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I don’t wanna get drunk again
But you do, so we do
I don’t wanna go out again
But you do, so we do
Talk that shit about your new fast friends
Doing blow in the valley, aren’t you better than that?
You’re so fake deep, high above the latest trends
And you’re rolling your eyes as your nose bleeds again
And I’m done chasing down private time
Fist fights and that cherry wine
No heaven between your thighs
Just purgatory and killing time
Those neon lights won’t always glow
When you burn out, baby, don’t forget that I told you so
Truth hurts
Yeah, you only do it cause your friends do
Brand new pinker pair of city lungs
Second chances bore you so you light one up
Angry cause nobody in the trust fund club
Knows who you are, so you total your car
No sweat, tears, and no blood to show
Black card and your second phone
Split lip and I’m walking home
Glass knuckles and battered bones
Said, “Fuck the fight
And your habits too.”
Truth hurts; you only do it cause your friends do
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7. |
Bar Napkins
01:34
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This marriage is fleeting and so are the booze
I’ll drink to the end if you drink to it too
Hand-me-down vows on bar napkins
The groom is a cheat and so are his friends
So wash it down, catch the plastic bouquet
“Ain’t that your brother? That’s so fucked to say!”
My bad, man, but that’s okay
He’s never gonna hear this anyway
Well, I do
I do
I do feel sorry for…
I do
I do
I do feel sorry for you
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8. |
Party Foul
04:15
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Oh, I would kill myself but I don’t wanna ruin the party
Oh, I would kill myself but I don’t wanna ruin the party
Oh, I would kill myself but I don’t wanna ruin the party
Oh, I would kill myself but I don’t wanna ruin the party
So I won’t
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9. |
Belladonna
05:38
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Blood on my tongue
Don’t know what from but it’s too familiar
Kissing a gun
I know I said this was fun but maybe
Just at the start of it
I loved you apart from it
But I don’t wanna be young forever
If it takes this long
I was kind of hoping I’d be dead by now
I was hoping they’d be missing me by now
Young on the run
Don’t know what from but we’re dying to get there
My skin is gone
Your hair is long and your mother misses you
I’m losing consciousness
Don’t know whose house this is
You’re beautiful, but I see
How I broke you in this light
I was kind of hoping I’d be dead by now
I was hoping they’d be missing me by now
Thinking, if I live too fast, I could speed this up
If I hurt myself, I could save the trouble for someone else
I was kind of hoping I’d be dead by now
I’m sorry that I fucked you up
I’m sorry that I can’t take it back
I’m sorry that I lost myself and kept your heart
Cause I was lonely and selfish again
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10. |
Sugar Salt
03:36
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It’s half-past 3 again
She’s reeling it’s
A little less pretty when the pills run out
Sounds like me again
I’m giving in
I’m trading in my reason for a little brown
Second-hand brain, we’re just the same
Somebody kicked our heads right in
Elegant pain, a car-chase game
The urge is tension thick
I’m calling again, I’m out of my head
She only wants me cause I burned that bed
She said
“I love anything I can’t take home
Oh, I love anything I can’t take home.”
I try to forget, but nevertheless
I only miss you when I’m good again
Oh, I love anything I can’t take home
You know, I love anything I can’t take home
It’s half-past 2 pm
It’s setting in
She’s calling in a favor from a former flame
Well, I’m still sleeping in
I’m blurry and
I’m fighting off the visions and the fucking shakes
Intricate names, alternative strains
Somebody kicked our heads right in
Overpriced k and you on my brain
I’m coming over. I can’t quit
Somebody told me Jessie took a little too much
Hope you’re doing okay, know it must be rough
Oh, all our friends are rich, dead, or knocked-up
Maybe we should kick this stuff
The city stopped glowing with a champagne buzz
But we kept drinking just to spite the loss
Guess shit got darker than I hoped it would
Maybe we should hang this up
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11. |
Cherry
03:57
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I know you came with your friends
I think you told me that you never really liked them
There’s smoke all in your hair
You couldn’t seem to care
I should be leaving but it all just depends…
On you
This new and dizzy correlation
You pressed into my chest no hesitation
You talk so smooth. I bite my lip just waiting
Iron on my tongue
You only kiss me cause you love the color
Well, Good God!
I die to watch you hit the night
You rival heaven from the passenger throne
You slide your hands up leather, cherry wine
Don’t bring your friends along
I can’t ever get you alone
Don’t make me stay til the end
These kids are wasted
I can’t understand a word you’re saying
Pacing a path in the grass
This high is fading too fast
Stuck in your cycle of “I don’t, but maybe I do…”
Want you. Come through
Let’s put this habit to bed
Your call, you choose. Just let me see in your head
You talk so smooth, I bite my lip just waiting
You kiss me laughing
And get off on how it keeps me hanging
Dance, dance, dance for me
My baby, in the middle of the party
Come on, bite the sky with me
My baby, we can finish what we started
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12. |
Overtone
02:04
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Disembodied voices on a phone
Yeah, I’m a clever boy, baby, with a match for a backbone
Well, you’re never around but not alone
You strike me once, for warmth, when you come home
So remember me in a softer light
I’m just as gone as you said you liked
Well I’ve lost it now and you’re missing out
Disembodied voices on the phone
I’m lying naked in the shower trying to shake you from my overtone
But I know you’ll share your pheromones
With some other boy that doesn’t keep you on your toes
And it isn’t fair, you’re methadone
We killed each other, we were just too numb to know
So remember me in a softer light
I’m just as gone as you said you liked
Well I’ve lost it now and you’re missing out
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13. |
Summer Jobs
03:45
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Asphalt
Swisher lips
I was 15 and sun-kissed
We laid out on the lawn
And let dawn do us in
Dewdrops
And summer jobs
Must’ve loved you but I forgot
Let our older friends come pick us up
(Oh, we worried my mother sick.)
Six kids in an old shed
Talking sex, drugs, and next weekend
I tried so hard to be cool like them
Hit too hard, nearly choked to death
Nearly choked to death
But I guess that’s just teenage pain
Down for the count or backwards from 10
But a second winds only a second wind
While you’re still standing
Don’t forget me yet
Don’t forget me yet
Don’t forget me yet
Don’t forget me yet
Voicemail:
There were alot of days where my friend Eli would either stay at my house or he would meet up with me before school, and we would skate from my house to school
It was a very small town -- you saw the same people everyday
We chrysalis, or shed our skin
Like that cicada shell on the seat of your two-speed
The days drip off through the salt in my sweat
I tried to keep up with all your references
Most of the time, I’d just smile and nod my head
I never cut my teeth with those kids
But you did
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14. |
Real Cool
03:18
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Baby, we came close again
Just a glimmer above the rest
There's still prose left, I've not said yet
I know you love it when I talk like that
You said I look real cool, real cool
I'm tar and 40 proof, just what you're into
The boys back home got a stronger jaw
But no bite back, like I do
9 to 10, you see right through
I'm pellucid to you
So don't go too far, heaven's sake
It's deja vu, but it could change
Walk on water on Lake Shore Drive
You said you've seen the waves this high
Lost our shoes, our way, our minds
Solemn and soaked on the south bound line
You said it feels real cool, real cool
Drunk on a bridge with you, we smoke until we're blue
The boys back home got a stronger jaw
But won't carry you, like I do
I know you're thinking we've been up so high
It's bound to come low
Record of black-blue love, and it shows
I know, but it won't
I know you're thinking that you've seen it all
Well, maybe just close
There must be somewhere pretty that we don't know
You know, you never know
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15. |
New Suburban Gothic
03:34
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Sad though, my humors getting old
Can’t walk the line without crossing one more
Low blow, I hit back twentyfold
Can’t hurt you like I used to, so I’m a little bored
I made you cry
I’m well aware
You hardened up
It’s only fair
But, Jesus Christ
You don’t even care
Keep asking me why the fuck you’re here
Then you say my name
And some words I don’t know
Talk right through me
So angry and beautiful
Swing play, we stay
Dizzy from the back and forth
I’ll never love you
Just thought you should know
Low blow, low blow
I only talk to you like you’re somebody new, I know
Low blow, low blow
Slow burn a bridge or two
Guess I’m the one who made you cold
I painted us
In a cheap hotel
A paradise
The shade of hell
I only love you with the back of my hand
Oh, you only call me when the drama gets bland
You complain I changed
Spit some poison on the phone
Won’t stay, no shame
Kiss our problems comatose
Swing play, we stay
Vivid in the afterglow
I’ll never love you
Just can’t let you go
Can’t hurt you like I used to
Low blow
I’m just a little bored
I’m just a little bored
Can’t hurt you like I used to
Low blow
I’m just a little bored
I’m just a little bored
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16. |
I Woke God
05:42
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I woke God when June came round
Said, “Long time, no see.”
Bent my ear to the freeway sound
I’m borrowed, not free
Don’t mind me if I live like it
Glossy abandon
Found a better way
To manipulate my blues
And hide the truth
I woke God when cicadas sang
Said, “Shame you couldn’t stay for drinks.”
He laughed and took one for the road
Heard he was sober til he met me
Guess now we’re all fucked up
Maybe took too much
Trying to forget what
We remember when we’re blue
And hide the truth
There’s a sacrament in the lives we lent out
To distant friends and relative we lie about
I take it and go my pace
Save a tear for when they rest me way down
The grieving ends when the soil evens out
And God and I share a space
Do you think he’ll kiss my broken parts?
Do you think he’ll wince when he tastes my tainted blood?
And should he fail again to ease my heavy heart
I hope he molds me new, pristine, from clay and righteous mud
And we’ll sing:
Allelujah
Holy grace
Alfather, do you know my face?
Allelujah
Sweet disgrace
Alfather, do you know my name?
Then sings my soul
“My saviour, God to Thee
How great Thou art?
How great Thou art?”
(I must have misplaced my morals when I unpacked again.)
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