1. |
Wall to Wall
05:12
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Asleep in the passenger seat
It’s almost noon the suns still rising
It’s cold in upstate New York
It’s a house show it’s an old friends party
Smother me with compliments
You’re a stranger you’re drunk, you’re innocent
I’m smiling in an attempt
To not seem rude but I’m not interested
Feeling like an ornament
Out of place in this house on Hudson
Upstairs I’m overwhelmed
In this place I’m just not cut out for it
Steady eyes closed
Her breath is stiff
she’s holding back
silent upset
Pouring out your honesty
You fill the room again
You take the blame again
You fill the room again
wall to wall with apologies
Wall to wall with apologies
Smoke filled you were hostile under
String lights hung like stars
Smoke filled you were hostile under
String lights hung like stars
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2. |
Thumb Wars (Live)
01:18
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Thumb wars
cheap wine
heavy breathing
a late night
I spent
in your bed
making friends
with your lips
We stood
Outside
On your rusted
Fire escape
Blowing
Bubbles
Playing homemade
Board games
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3. |
Looking Up
03:31
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Looking up its intricate
The images of you
Orange walls and heavy lungs
You voice flowed right though
Too nervous. I forgot to ask
In a turtleneck
We’re indoors now
And I can’t stop thinking about
You
Looking up its intricate
Images of you
Your warm breath on my neck
An ex-friends bedroom
It wad new it was fast
In a turtleneck
We’re indoors now
And I can’t stop thinking about
You
In a turtleneck
We’re indoors now
And I can’t stop thinking about
You
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4. |
Swimmers Body
01:15
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We put up a fence
Feeling safer by the second
Changing it all
On confirmation biased
It’s a frequent illusion
Nobody can swim like
Those with swimmers body
Ill quit
wasting time
Chasing what
I thought was
Good for me
Cognitive
Dissonance
Is a real thing
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5. |
Cleaning My Room
03:33
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Always wrapped up in blue
Paint peeling like my skin
Subway roars behind as I
Make conversation with your friends
Laughing and carrying on about nothing
Figured I would wait a few
Days to ease myself back in
Everything keeps on repeating.
You’re bringing up what I can’t change
Cleaning my room
To keep myself from thinking of you
Washing my hands
You’re calling me out, you’re pulling me in
You’re calling me out, you’re pulling me in
Separating change
Taking photographs out of their frames
Waking up just to
Fumbling through
Toothbrushes and medicine
Breathing the cold Philly air
Finding my way down Diamond
Running into a stranger
It’s your partner it’s his birthday
You couldn’t care less for what he had to say
As if it even meant anything
You smile politely he’s eating it up
We stand and watch as he pushes his luck
Asking for more than your names on a page
It’s your partner it’s his birthday
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6. |
Martin
02:47
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Watch your step
Barefoot on the boulder pier
Digress alone into a steady pace
I’ll face my fear of floating off
White noise waves
Ican’t get Martin off my mind
We watched the old steel
Lose the chance to stand the test of time
Cheer and shout
To the sea of dust fading out
A memory
Lost to the wind / left to sit in a land fill
Their killing a novelty
Burning the books for
Highway walkers attention
So gather around
Cheer at the tragedy
Too loud to not look
Too heavy to heal
Bring your cameras and family
Your pets and your friends
Your drinks, your neighbors,
Your troubles no matter
How large or how petty
Cheer at the tragedy
Too loud not to look
Too heavy to heal
Bring your cameras and family
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Scrap the block it’s too much weight
Go on let the weeds grow
You’re calling work they take the bait
Knowing the summers got you by the throat
Spilling it all out
You’re tired and worked up
Spilling it all out
You’re tired and worked up
Come on over to the kitchen
Hold me to the hard wood
In a manic decision
We’re doing things we never should
Playing games that lead to screaming
Breaking your necklace on the floor
In a manic disposition
Spending your night sleeping in a car
Spilling it all out
You’re tired and worked up
Spilling it all out
You’re tired and worked up
I know your trying
to save your anger for the others
Pushing back my priorities
I was looking at it all wrong
Using my time for myself
I was looking at it all wrong
Are you feeling proud
Are you feeling proud
Spilling it all out
Are you feeling proud
You’re tired and worked up
Spilling it all out
You’re tired and worked up
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8. |
Hell or High Water
06:45
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Outline my life in a minute
Ignore the options you’re given
Keep your mothers money a secret
Blowing through red lights with a blank stare
I won’t take what I don’t want
Don’t try to change my decision
I’m calling you out on a harsh tongue
You’re undone like an old rope
Your head spun and it’s fraying
You don’t think before you say it
We can read it clearly now
Let go, let the sleeping dog lie
One day you are gonna realize
You can’t push the axe into to grind
Be patient, before you burn a blue edge
Eyes closed on a tight rope
Holding my focus on
Holding myself together
Knowing when to have an open mind
Open hands when it might be right
Let’s talk things through to find some common ground
Come hell or high water I’ll stick around
Come hell or high water I’ll stick around
I won’t take what I don’t want
Don’t try to change my decision
I’m calling you out on a harsh tongue
You’re undone like an old rope
Your head spun and it’s fraying
You don’t think before you say it
We can read it clearly now
We can read it clearly now
We can read it clearly now
We can read it clearly now
We can read it clearly now
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9. |
Bill (Live)
03:04
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I won’t doze off on my way home
On the new bridge I’m thinking too much
Are you restless are you sleeping
Do you remember when we were kissing
Sat in the corner admiring Bill
Sharing a bottle dancing around
A room of strangers conversations
Muffled under a blanket of sound
With no care he stood there
Bending his neck and scrunched his eye brows
Squinting and singing along and
Mouthing the words of the quiet parts
Forgetting our bodies, Forgetting to look
Discerning a poem and telling jokes
It was an outlet
We never paid mind to the crippling frame
It all changed when they shut down
We lost where we found
Ourselves
Happier than ever
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11. |
Roy
02:12
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Kyle just came home for spring break
I caught my mom in the front yard grieving
She said that toy passed away
I couldn’t believe it
I heard he fell to the floor
After the shock of his pacemaker
Tried its best to correct
The rhythm of his beating heart
Waiting in line to see him
Lying there in his pale skin
Eyes closed
And a scratch off in his left hand
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12. |
Kokosing (Live)
06:05
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I’ve made a mistake I have nothing to loose
They’re on the case it’s on the news
Her boss went searching found the living room
Flooded with blood and beer cans
I stand my hands in my pockets
Eyes dead open I can’t see a thing
She sat there on a bag of leaves
Crying question I’ve got answers
I won’t say it
I won’t say it
I won’t say
Keep on crying
it’ll end in a minute
We won’t see it coming
they’ll catch me while I’m sleeping
Read treasure island
We’ll watch a movie
We won’t see it coming
they’ll catch me while I’m sleeping
They found a receipt among the mess
For tarps and garbage bags
They brought me in asked if I knew anything
About the others that were missing
I won’t say it
I won’t say it
I won’t say
It was a nightmare it was an accident
It was a break in only a break in I had planned
I sat, perched on a tree in the backyard
Waiting for a chance. they left their garage door open I walked in
Started filling my pockets
They filed foreclosure on my home Oh my god
I didn’t expect them to come back so soon
I stabbed them in the doorway, I didn’t know what to do
I wrapped them up pulled them to the top
Of a hollow tree in Kokosing
I wrote a four page first person confession
I wrapped them up pulled them to the top
Of a hollow tree in Kokosing
I wrote a four page first person confession
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