1. |
No Rookie Mistakes
04:05
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It's a fine land
Covered in fine sand
It makes fine sounds
When you sprinkle it on a cymbal
But one day a week
At the very least
You should ask yourself one question
Did you pack your own bag
I'm ready to be surprised
So give me a compliment
Love's a decision
So no rookie mistakes, alright?
No rookie mistakes
I have broken all your treasures
In fragments on the floor
You will never find them
In the cracks beneath the boards
You've gotta calm down
I've gotta sleep better
It is all my fault
But that doesn't matter
You just shut up and listen to me
And watch out for the moment
That your nights begin
To enter your days
I'm ready to be surprised
So give me a compliment
Love's a decision
So no rookie mistakes, alright?
No rookie mistakes
I am in a frenzy
I am by the side
I am on the sidelines
I am sliding by
But the layers of affection
And the compound of our lives
They compensate for tension
The instant that I remember
But still I wish that
I could have desert all day
Every second my just reward
I'm ready to be surprised
So give me a compliment
Love's a decision
So no rookie mistakes, alright?
No rookie mistakes
Love's a decision
So no rookie mistakes, alright?
No rookie mistakes
Love's a decision
So no rookie mistakes, alright?
No rookie mistakes
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2. |
Sweet Tooth
03:28
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It's a mixed up world
But I think that you can
Buy some candy here
It won't last for long
Cause it leads you on
But it's sweeter than sour
Put it on your tongue
It tastes like it
Ought to be a crime to consume it
And it is, it is, it is
I can be commanded
By another mind
A mood will run over me
Like the truth
To a lie
Like the truth
To a lie
Well on the ferry
I cast my eye
Straight overboard
And the ocean dark
Abounded with
Silvery hairs
Though I was hypnotized
You still found the attic
Space in my mind
I can't think of you
In the way I should
When my heart is against it
And it is, it is, it is
I can be commanded
By another mind
A mood will run over me
Like the truth
To a lie
Like the truth
To a lie
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3. |
Burn Down
03:29
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I wonder have you thought about it
What it would be like
If I was apart
And we were together
Even just a night alone
Well the thought is taunting me
Like a poison with my name on it
When we kissed by the pinball machine
Your rhythm beat along with its lights
And I felt so dizzy
And my heart hung over a precipice
Did you notice it?
You've got the body of a fallen angel
And they're a beautiful bunch
But you better not say any prayers
Cause I don't want to go into the clouds with you
I want to burn down with you
Burn down with you
When we were sitting on that island
Staring at the night
You said I was so kind
And never get defensive
Well don't take offense at this
But all I want to do right now
Is make love to you and sing your name from my lungs
But I don't know if you feel quite the same
You drug me up when you appear on my phone
And I get so dizzy
And my heart hangs over a precipice
Do you notice it?
You've got the body of a fallen angel
And they're a beautiful bunch
But you better not say any prayers
Cause I don't want to go into the clouds with you
I want to go where it's warm
I want to burn down with you
Burn down with you
No I don't want to go into the clouds with you
I want to go where it's warm
I want to burn down with you
Burn down with you
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4. |
I'm in New York
03:29
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I'm in New York
I'm in New York
I'm in New York
But my heart's in the walls
Of your father's house
Beating in the beams for you
I forget what solitude is
With your arms on my skin
But I'm in New York
I'm in New York
I'm in New York
By myself with my soul intact
Under a knotty tree up in Central Park
I wish there was some way
To entomb this emotion
I know I hurt you too much
When I said I don't deserve you
I just can't feel free
I just can't feel free
Each time it's like I'm out on the lam
Looking over my shoulder to see
Karma setting up a snare for me
There's some green grass to be sure
But it just grows in the dirt
How could I put anything before your pain
There's seven years of ours
There's seven years of ours
How could I put anything before your pain
But I'm in New York
I'm in New York
I'm in New York
It's a city of people
And I am a shade
I made up a mind
Then dissolved it in tears
But I'm in New York
I'm in New York
I'm in New York
At least I'm speaking honestly
For my own needs
It might be the first time in years
But I can't say for sure
Don't want to break your heart twice
But there's something out of place
I just can't feel free
I just can't feel free
Each time it's like I'm out on the lam
Looking over my shoulder to see
Karma setting up a snare for me
There's some green grass to be sure
But it just grows in the dirt
How could I put anything before your pain
There's seven years of ours
There's seven years of ours
How could I put anything before your pain
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5. |
Love's Debris
03:51
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Got the bomb but not the pin
Sitting in my hands
When will I see you again
If it decides to blow
There's a chance I have a dud
I've held them before now
I tried to listen to the core
And heard no sound of harm
Is it not going to be the ending today?
Will we separate ourselves
In love's debris now?
Won't pretend I haven't searched
My pockets for grenades
Always knew I felt the weight
Pulling down my gait
And some girls just have a way
A torch in their eye
They kiss you only to distract
And pull the pin behind your back
Is it not going to be the ending today?
Will we separate ourselves
In love's debris now?
But don't you feel alive right now?
Ticking down the clock?
The moon is singing on our path
Just like it's young again
And the ashes of my father
And the ashes of his own
As they wind along the river
Can't tell me what to do
Is it not going to be the ending today?
Will we separate ourselves
in love's debris now?
Is it not going to be the ending today?
Will we separate ourselves
in love's debris now?
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6. |
I Feel Guilty
03:00
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I feel guilty
But I didn't do anything
I feel ashamed
And I don't remember why
Do you know me?
If you do then tell me how
This life began
And how I die
When I'm speaking
Do you pick up little lies?
Can you build from me
Some character?
I always come to you
Walking up marble stairs
With nothing in mind to say
Then an hour has passed
You're probably thinking at last
But not me
You're a picture
But you're really not even my type
My body's not there
When I think from higher up
It's just waiting
Filling up gasoline
But I'm scared
That soon it'll be on fumes
When that happens
When I coast down off the hill
Into the ditch
I guess I'll try to wreck in style
I always come to you
Thinking inside of my hair
With heaviness in my bag
And then a year has passed
You're probably thinking at last
But not me
Not me no
Not me no
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7. |
Grassy Eyes
02:32
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It's like we're standing in a pasture
And all around us there are novels of disaster
Pick one up I dare you
See what it does to your bunker
We're just looking at eachother
Looking at the grass
I wonder if the grass would look at us
If it could recognize
With grassy eyes
There might be a breeze I wouldn't know
I can't even feel my toes
All I notice is the in-between
The space but not the size
We're just looking at eachother
Looking at the grass
I wonder if the grass would look at us
If it could recognize
With grassy eyes
Written all down in these books in the field
Prophets in fear of the future
They couldn't be writing about us right
They couldn't be writing about us right
But you haven't said a word to me
Since you flipped that cover back
And you peeked inside
Can't you be more auspicious
I'm not made of hopes and wishes
I hope you're finished reading soon
I'll be looking at the grass
I wonder if the grass would look at us
If it could recognize
With grassy eyes
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8. |
Bucket List
05:06
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There's only one more thing left
On my list of things to do
Before I die
Before I'm through
Do you wonder what it is?
Well listen up cause I won't say it twice
Here it is
My bucket list
But before I tell you
Before I utter the cap of my life I will hesitate
Cause once I let those words go
Out of my brain and into thin air
They'll solidify and reduce
And then they will not be new
Not that it's been all bad
What I've had I've had enough of
So many times
All gone by
Once I barked at a dog
Once I fell like a cannonball
Once I let go
Of a silver catch
But now the only thing
That I haven't done
I will hesitate to do
I just want to
I just want to
I just want to do it all over again
But since I can't
I want to be crushed by an ant
What are the chances I will
When I never had any skill to speak of
What's the chance
That I'll cross it off
Has anyone ever done
What they set down in the sand
Before the wind
Picked it up
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9. |
Am I Giving Myself Away
03:47
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One morning I was sitting there
Hovering over my desk
Papers everywhere
Thoughts were everywhere too
I looked out through the cross-hatched
Asylum window to my right
Across the chasm, what do I see?
A flashing camera-bulb
So I quickly shuffle my stuff
Try to keep my head down
And then another echo, another flash
As it scurried away
From the back of my eyes I wonder
Am I giving myself away?
Am I giving myself away?
Am I giving myself away?
Am I giving myself away?
When I got home I dawned a mask
I couldn't tell my ladyfriend
Just how much of a coward
I have been now for years
I know if you don't have any will
Then your choices are made for you still
Either you wake up and see what you've killed
Or you'll always hear
In the back of your mind a question
Am I giving myself away?
Am I giving myself away?
Am I giving myself away?
Am I giving myself away?
I found out this spring that I was alive
I felt like Rip Van Winkle
Every sensation from my past
Seems so shadowy now
A girl came into my sight
The light was all in her hair
And now my juvenile soul
Is begging for a happy answer
Am I giving myself away?
Am I giving myself away?
Am I giving myself away?
Am I giving myself away?
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