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we try to stay above the fray and congregate behind home plate but we all know we’re only hidiing now
we may not know or realize we may not see the hidden ties but we all really die to lie on media
it's social… media
just social… media
you try to tell me bout my views and who knows who is reading truth your safety lies beneath the click of keys
and anger wells its ugly head secretly you wish that i was dead a chorus of angels screaming from above…
and beneath me…
just social media
just social media
a bigger trail of broken truths half-hearted lies unveiled uncouth divisive times are really really here dear
look to the sky and find your eyes hope for the best cause angels sigh jut type another update won’t you dear
one day the real may gain some hold but I’ll be gone if truth be told only so much dirt can fall upon your face
the book is dead amazon said so I will lay in my boxed bed and hold on tight while you all run your race
on social media
on social media
its just social media
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Eight o clock Eisenhower
Don't get caught in the shower
Take toke take a ride
Take it from the other side
Feeling ill, Ill at ease
Spin the wheel, wheel of cheese
The only thing that would have been
The only way is from within
What the hell am I saying
What the hell am I playing
Absent accident
Pass the absinthe
Verlaine and Rimbaud
All tell no show
iPhone works of art
Climbing up the pop charts
Dirty handshake with a friend
Find happiness in the end
What the hell am I saying
What the hell am I playing
What the hell am I saying
What the hell am I playing
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If you can sail an empty ocean
if you keep reaching for the sea
if there’s a center of contention
in a blindness no one sees
I would be your fondest servant
you can find me on my knees
always faking fevers fervent
never taking harmonies
take this weight
mounds of clay
build your temple
this gramophone
turns flesh to stone
seems so simple
bury my heart
please don’t start
like the last time
we remembered
please play your part
stay on chart
like the last day
of December
for every moment that you linger
you will sink in shifting sands
you will quickly take me with you
I will follow your command
and when we've sealed ourselves inside us
in an airtight chamber's night
there will be no final moment
there will be no dawn's first light
take this weight
mounds of clay
build your temple
this gramophone
turns flesh to stone
seems so simple
bury my heart
please don’t start
like the last time
we remembered
please play your part
stay on chart
like the last day
of December
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I wanna know what love would taste like
I wanna dance with an apple tree
I wanna try a thumbless hitchhike
Overdose on vitamin c
Cause I don't know what I'm feeling
And there's hammerheads in the air
But the enemy keeps on calling
For me to comb my hair
This is the life that we live
We've got a lot we can give
Like a freckle on the back of the other side
With a one track mind that will keep us alive
This is the life that we live
I need to find a one eyed daisy
I need to tie my barefoot shoes
I need to fail at being lazy
Break it down and make the news
Cause I always bet on losers
And I know I'll never lie
But the reptiles keep on calling
For me to up and die
This is the life that we live
We've got a lot we can give
Like a freckle on the back of the other side
With a one track mind that will keep us alive
This is the life that we live
I've gotta make you believe
Give all the love you receive
Let's try to take what we see
Live true like hyperbole
This is the life that we live
We've got a lot we can give
Like an overgrown weed in your neighbor's yard
It'll make you feel crazy it'll make you feel hard
This is the life that we live
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I’ll Never Be Alone
Life begins most every day
With a cup of I’m still here today
Two lumps and a touch of cream of yesterday
You and I just co-exist
And we’ve given our dreams to the kids
And we stand our ground to whatever comes what may
The radio plays on and on
A song that’s on my mind
I’ll never be alone
I’ll never be alone
I’ll never be alone without you
Doctor gave some pills to take
They get harder to swallow everyday
I just don’t know which one you I’ll see
Maybe we’ll take a break today
From breakin’ hearts and plates and things
We’ll head on out and go our separate ways
The radio plays on and on
A song that’s on my mind
I’ll never be alone
I’ll never be alone
I’ll never be alone without you
Won’t go to bed ‘til it’s real late
You’ll pretend to sleep as I masturbate
I’ll think of how to make it another day
Routine settles in for good
We accept that it’s well understood
That we may not find a way to work it out
The radio plays on and on
A song that’s on my mind
I’ll never be alone
I’ll never be alone
I’ll never be alone without you
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Fame and fortune fleeting leave it all to charity
Following of idiots wrapped up in democracy
Fallen soldiers fancy cars and thousand dollar meals
Golden teeth and wishes for a set of platinum wheels
Shades of black shades of white
Who cares about wrong or right
Say what you think they will buy
Fuck the other guy
Ch
Get it right this time
Get it right or lose it all
Seven seas and gingerbread Strung out Independence Day
Singing songs of sixpence and a mouthful left to say
Phony impresarios stink of insincere
How'd it come to this we ask and follow up the rear
Sabotaged by your own hate
Blinded to any debate
Sell what you know they will buy
Fuck the other guy
Ch
Bridge:
Save us from us
Keep them out
Save us from us
Is this what we are really all about?
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“And every day seems greater than the last one” she would say
As she opened up sore wounds and kept them for the plucking
She had fashion sense, and her lips were blessed
and a hand that was full of marbles
She would throw them on the kitchen floor
and hope that she could catch them
She was like a werewolf, a starship flown by Gemini
Breaking up like static from an old house sound system
She made noise with no one listening, and had eyes like the graveyard
Of the ones that never rest not even when they sleep
not even when they sleep
So they take a tall patch of grass, grab ass
and walk on down the alley way
Where another man is waiting to go and be her slave
And to love is not to leave, and to doubt is not to be true
You took a forearm on the neck my dear
and now the Devil’s painted you
You’re just a Teenage Hooker to everyone you ever knew
I was a monolith and listened to Baby Shambles
As they talked about rattlesnakes and telegraphed wet dreams
I was moralized, and televised and maybe I was energized
And I dreamed about drowning in a dark sea with Elvis
As he screamed out for mercy I watched the skyline separate
Into a barrage of colors, shapes, and things we had yet to see
But just as it was the end I was just beginning
Beginning to figure out lightness and darkness
and everything around me
I was lifted from the ashes on a new cloud of baptism
Of Cherry Pie, Fly Paper, and long forgotten Sunday
Afternoons in the park where everyone was walking
Backwards from the end like a blue marijuana strain
I was bitten from that toaster oven thrown down from the sun again
You’re just a Teenage Hooker to everyone you ever knew
We both practiced our own tango, we ate the tasty nectar
Of a 5 flavored financial suicide dripping from our shoulders
We could catch the tiny droplets, we would savor all the moments
Of tongue twists and shaken hips and long forgotten eulogies
As the roar of mighty thunders came crashing from the Heavens
We would raise our shields to cover our tails
from the debris of all the helpless
And the lipless and the maimed and the souls of all their children
Who had never been loved who had never been loved
So disregard the fallacies, and break your tiny bubbles free
The marketplace was vandalized when the ships put down their anchors
And look out for your footprints boys and place a tiny lotus flower
In the basement of your enemy where he can never see it
And the wounds will be forgotten, the wounds will be forgotten
So Twist your wrist and ball your fists and the wounds will be forgotten
You were just a Teenage Hooker to everyone you ever knew
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Good morning, Capital
Fair warning, animals -- we're coming for you
Wait 'til the heat rises
Take off your disguises -- coming unglued
Everyone says we should steer clear, steer clear, steer clear
of the Beatle wing
Waking on 8 floors
Baking on hot shores -- we're coming to town
Heteros on metros
We won't see the Expos -- so send in the clowns
Everyone says we should look hear, look hear, look hear
as the Beatles sing
What rhymes with museum
And how do we see him -- the man made of stone
Odd times are ticking
The hands that are picking -- the spirits have flown
Everyone says we should not fear, not fear, not fear
the Rites of Spring
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KG Noble - Treadmill
02:58
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Wake up, get up- get ready for work
It’s time to slap on my face
Time to put on my shirt
You know I feel so tired I could sleep all day
But I’m gonna get fired if I show up late
I got shades on my face
Rings on my fingers
Nodding my head as I listen to singers
Who tell me life is a dream
It’s all cookies n’ cream
Gliding down the river of a consciousness stream
While I float in the tide of the daily commute
And wash up at my desk via the usual route
Then the boss has got a beef with the words that I wrote
Up against the deadline -got a knife at my throat
It’s getting harder to breathe, I gotta fight to believe
There’s got to be some meaning in the race to achieve
I keep going on and on, and on and on again
I go happy hour hunting with some people from work
We dish on the dirt
We drink and we flirt
Chatting with a stranger ‘bout some crap on the news
He rants about the danger then he kills it with booze
We talk freedom, we talk drugs
We talk prisons, we talk thugs
American dream, corporate scheme
Everybody’s angry and they’re ready to scream
I keep going on and on, and on and on again
As the light grows dim
Think I’ll go to the gym
Gotta get the blood pumping
Cuz I’m in it to win
So I find a machine
Program the pace
Fall into a rhythm
And I’m running in place
I look in the mirror
See the fog in my eyes
Now I’m hitting my stride
And that’s when I realize
I’m stuck on a treadmill
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