1. |
The Shots
03:17
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Well the shots
Go down
Just a bit too easy now, wooooooheeee
How convenient, one more round, oopsy!
It may be three
But please don’t
Try to follow me home
I’ve got a few things
To work out
On my own
After the glow
You showed up
And had said
“I’ll be gone by the weekend”
You just shrugged
And turned red
Told me, “You’re already out of my head”
It’s okay
I don’t mind
But it gets harder all the time
To feel malignant
And pretend
It’s fine
And the sky’s so bright
You just shut your mouth
Then close your eyes
It just feels so good when the timing’s right
Now you’re all alone and nowhere really
Feels like home
So I’ll run along
Across your back lawn
Knowing I was wrong
You weren’t supposed to feel the weight
Of my feeble, cold mistakes
It’s so hard to feel a way
When your only thought’s a route to escape
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2. |
Peach
04:06
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Still takes the cake
The place that I was slept on
Still see your face and hear the rain
And your reaction
Makes me want to take off
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone
Take control
Get real still
The mountainous landscapes dictate that you will be alright
But that’s a fleeting feeling
It happens all the time
I’ve got pictures of you and I
In the memory of my cell phone
And I’ve got memories in my mind
That I just can’t seem to let go
But the feelings, they fade away
Replaced with plays plus bright charades
All just shadows of you
And that’s cool
It’s alright
Keep running those bad boy ciggys in my mind
Everyone’s funny, now you’re funny too
When this fades to black
You’ll feel something new
“How’s it taste, the old Gordon Matthew Thomas Sumner?”
If you were next to me now
That’s the question you’d be asking
You don’t know?
It’s just New Amsterdam Peach
And a pack of Camel tobaccy woooooheeeee
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3. |
Waffle House
02:28
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Panic attacks at a Waffle House
Somewhere in Oklahoma
Nostalgia here at last
I tried my best to quit smoking
I guess it’s just not the right time
It’s never quite the time
Please calm me down
I want to hear you say it out loud
“I love you, but not right now”
Please make this allowed
Come take a seat
You’re all I need
Be just like me
A friend that needs
A friend that needs to feed
Made of porcelain and gasoline
Pour the gasoline
Please pour the gasoline
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4. |
Relax
03:31
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This is what you wanted, isn’t it?
To feel alone and get to cherish it?
It’s not as painless as you’d imagined it
But you tell yourself there’s no regrets
Stereo blasts while you lay on the pavement
Trace it back to the person that deserved
More of your attention then
Anybody else that you could attract
But it’s in the way that you react
To the way they say
“Please, just relax”
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5. |
Captor
02:42
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Wait around for someone new
To hold you down
Feels good
Just like you thought it would
You thought you could
Be something more than good
You would
Solid ground
Seems it’s nowhere to be found
Well, alright
You just close your eyes
Can’t see on both sides
Affection feels contrived
But you might
Oh, lovely raptor
Guess we’ll see
How strong your right hand can really be
Don’t seem so crazy man!
Its all going to be ok!
Please come back to me
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6. |
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I am not going to go to your show.
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7. |
Turnstile Effect
02:47
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Little lies
They twist your tongue a thousand times
It’s a true turnstile effect
Goes right through then back again
And you do
The exact same thing
You don’t want me to
And the bridge drifts apart
I’d give anything to get back to the start
Breaking ties
Like scissors slicing ribbon stripes
It’s a shame about how time works
Can’t sympathize if you tried
Still never seems it’s on your side
Everywhere now looks the same
I wanna be where no one knows my name
But can’t
Just sit and brood watching all the plants
Grow tall
They always make me feel so small
Glaze your eyes
Think of all the better times
They’ll never see the way you cry
It never fails to crush me every time
Don’t lie and say you would rather die
With me at the end of the earth
I hate to say I love you ‘cause it hurts
I love you because it hurts
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8. |
Gold
03:40
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Social parasite
Go on and suck the blood out
Sweet concubine
Right out of my ankles
You always stop me in my tracks
Make me sick while you grow thick
And I’m sorry that the task
Is one you could not give back
The itch never seems to feel worth the scratch
Just cause you strike gold
Don’t mean you’re showing off
But there’s only pain in the life you
Might have lost
Which feels so familiar
So it might seem
Don’t be inspired
By the real-life horror scenes
It’s the demons that are starving
That still haunt me in my dreams
Keep me tied up and bound
Souls halfway to hell
With my face buried in the ground
Well I’m terrible at being a human being
You seem like a guy who’d like me strictly
By the way I dress
And you still look like a mess
But it’s cool, man, don’t deal with the stress
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9. |
Two Thousand
03:21
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Well I believe that some would say
The world is cursed to bleed away
‘Cause I’ve seen things
That I cannot explain
Rivers dry up and decay just the same
But don’t forget creation calls your name
About two thousand times a day
Don’t believe the things you hear
From folks who preach the end is near
It’s not your fault, they’re in denial
Get comfortable and stay awhile
The world’s for sale, so auction all you want
Predictions all sensation for the haunt
Forget about the parking lots
You’re drinking milk of magnesia for the love of lost memories so take another shot, might hurt the tummy but thats ok!
Crack a cold one
A penny for the preacher man, he means well folks
Read all the minds of folks you have forgot
If you don’t care
My Uncle Johnny that says a lot
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10. |
End
00:37
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