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Sell/Soul
03:21
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If you give a man an island, he will promptly ask for the sea
So tell him the salt inside the waves will have to do
Like the seasons, I repeat myself to make sure I'm real
Real enough to keep the mask from falling; to stay up straight like a waterless dam
Light is metered, but darkness is free
When the invoice arrives, just bill it to me
Summer's heat dried Autumn's leaves
Winter came and brought its chill
In Spring she tended to the garden
And so she married for the thrill
Time is never lost, but given away
Or at least it's better to think that way
You are the needle that's scratching my records
I hate the sound, but I love this song
You are the car, I am only the driver
You are the lawyer that is proving me wrong
Knobs are turning to change the station
The only words that I can make out
Are "sell" and "soul" and "new" and "old"
So instead I'll just turn it off
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Ten Foot Grin
03:58
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Rattle 'round my brain
Looking for something to help sustain
Sifting through the mire
Putting the flames to sleep beside the fire
If there's something I should know, please tell me now
If there's something I should do, please tell me how
Picking at my skin - looking to find the guilt that lies within
(I couldn't find it with a ten foot grin)
Mistaking lies for faith
Fishing for men on a boat that's made up of living and breathing and kicking and screaming bait
It's such an actual disgrace
Devoid of the reasons that kept us here in the first and the second, the third and the last place
And I'm coughing up desire
Christening the sex we set on fire
If there's a light left in your eyes, you should put it out
There is not one single thing you should know about
Cause I keep having these fever dreams
Where I am covered in a warm sunbeam
A fire starts and I am trapped inside
And I can't put it out, no matter how hard I try
Shooting like a satellite
And crashing like the stars across the midnight sky on a string like a floating kite
I'm pissing vanity
Restructuring conceit into humility soaked in reciprocity
Could you give me a minute to explain all the things that I cannot wrap around my brain?
No?
Alright.
I didn't need it anyway
Cause I keep having these fever dreams
By the ocean in a bright moonbeam
Where I die holding a wedding ring
Beside my bride, I think she's seventeen
And I could not tell you why
All I think of is a wishing well
My other thoughts have all gone straight to hell
I'm fishing for them like a compliment
Without a direction; without any common sense
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God's Left Eye
04:28
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Kaleidoscoping commotion
Twist and tumble to build some kind of
Stacked and jagged reaction
Fingertip correlation
Somebody whispered that time was only
Built to monetize; to quantify; to crucify
Whatever happened is what happened
But what matters is what happens next
Kissing booths and aeroplanes
We swam across the sky and with the
Slightest touch, left our mark on God's left eye
The wheel of time is in motion
Time is everlasting; time is that thought that escaped
And it's the biggest liar of all
Whatever happened is what happened
But what matters is what happens next
If this is what was wanted from it all
Well, everything that rises was bound to fall
Romanticizing devotion
Redacted phone calls; siamese statements that read,
"If there's a word on that page, then there's ink in the pen."
Sycophantic dissension
Permissable as pretense
All of those steps that you followed are the same ones that lead you back home
Whatever happened is what happened
But what matters is what happens next
If this is what was wanted from it all
Strike a match; burn it down; count the ashes as they fall
If this is what was wanted from it all
Well, everything that rises was bound to fall
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Quetzalcoatl
04:00
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It's in the hair of the dog that bit me
Blood on the quill of the porcupine
A wrecking ball to the cheap construction
Like making paper dolls in the rain
Every time anyone gets closer
It starts to feel like a masquerade
So I advise you to keep pretending
So you can join the parade
Quetzalcoatl in dark sunglasses
Selling drugs to the kids by the riverside
When they were questioned on their supplier
They said he flew, but his tail rattled on the ground
Every time anyone comes over
I'm getting too high to sleep at night
Fight or flight; there's a hole that must be dug
While I am living inside
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Spirals
02:37
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Sometimes I fell like a stranger lives inside my head
I cannot keep it straight
Pulling from inside and twisting me into this
Spiral that I can't escape
Hold my hand
I can't make it out of here;
I won't make it out of here alone
Sometimes I know that it's creeping down my spine
And shivers run right through my veins
But I just keep on this straight face and laugh at my mistakes
I know that I can't escape fate
Hold my hand
I can't make it out of here;
I won't make it out of here alone.
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