1. |
World War Woody Allen
04:59
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Maybe the road hates me
I need some faith in the one I’m taking
I’ve been stuck in a rut
Since I let 2010 come to an end
My mistakes they keep me boring
But keep my parents worried
Why the hell did I run from those
High school halls like a hurricane again
And again
Chasing circles
Inside my head
That’s when I said
I’ll let you know that
I’ve been letting go of
The dark side of you that I’ve been living
Taking two steps with one foot stuck in place
It’s warm and haunting
A bedroom I never wanted
Pace around and count the ceiling tiles
Only lose count once and a while
My best bet was my worst hand
I only won when wasn’t playing
Sitting on the statue that night
I promised her something that wasn’t mine
I used to blame the caffeine
But I’m mostly just unhappy
Long shifts and early classes
Late nights and short attention spans
Again and again
Tracing sunspots
On my hands
That’s when I said
I’ll let you know that
I’ve been letting go of
The dark side of you that I’ve been living
Taking two steps with one foot stuck in place
It’s warm and haunting
A bedroom I never wanted
Pace around and count the ceiling tiles
Only lose count once and a while
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2. |
What Do You Deserve?
03:17
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Move, my dear
It doesn't mean I'm catching up to you
But I bought a broken car
Sold my favorite heart
And tried to make it through
There's blood between my teeth
I better start talking with my feet
And every single time
You got somewhere to go
You know that’s me
What do you deserve
What do you think that’s worth
When you sleep by the phone I don't call
Because you're not alone
I’ve seen the places you hang out:
Hotel bars, an empty house
But not a single thing you own
Oh and winter,
Hasn’t been cold enough to bring you South
Why won’t you come back
To Eric Wolfe’s flat
And pass out on the couch
What do you deserve
What do you think that’s worth
You’re on a one way street
But with your back to the wind
You’re facing me
I see you licking at your wounds
Like you’re a cat in heat
Waiting for the cool
Move, my dear
I swear I’m trying to catch up to you
But this could take years
That’s not yours to spare
Anyway
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3. |
T-60
02:48
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I’m talking to my best friend’s ex girlfriend
About sex and religion
Just trying to seem like a guy who can listen
I’m singing them my back aches, my heart burns
You taught me to think headfirst
When it got to the best part
That’s all I remembered
I used to want to be you
I guess I kind of still do
When will you get a haircut, lose the clean shave
A new tattoo, make some mistakes
I’ve been following you blindly like I’m fifteen
Hearing your advice through mixtapes
You might be a gem covered in shit
But you’re all the better for it
I take back the year I doubted you
Never thought I’d miss you, dude
I used to want to be you
I guess I kind of still do
I used to want to live free
I would if you’d quit haunting me
Give me a thirty second hook
An all night sing along
Another weekend in the basement
Where we sweat away our wrongs
Living in your shadow
May seem safe but sure is cold
I’m writing myself in the books
With the words from you I stole
And I feel alive
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4. |
The Dial
04:07
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Paint me afraid and tie me up on the stage
So you’ll see my name though you’re so far away
I’ve cleaned up my act, no more long hair and a mustache
I hope you still recognize the bits of me I left behind
I’ll do my best to remember you
No matter what you go through
I do swear I’ll keep my cool
I know you’re driving south taking 75 past my house
You don’t know where to stop, you don’t even know where to be lost
Twist and turn on the dial, close your eyes and find a smile
I’m singing to you, please tune in soon
I’ll do my best to remember you
No matter what you go through
I do swear I’ll keep my cool
I did my best to impress you
Now I’m saving up like I used to
I do swear I’ll find the cool
I’m thinking maybe I’ll move to California
I’ve said it before but the stars out there are better for you
Out on the coast with nothing holding me down but my will to float
Every day drunk on sea breeze, every night sobering anxiety
About the life I left behind, I only want to be known so you see I’m alive
I’m not giving you back again, until you’re in my city you’ll be the ink in my pen
Twist and turn on the dial, close your eyes and find a smile
I’m singing to you, please tune in soon
We’re not all Casanovas or James Deans.
Some of us gotta get by with the charm we believe.
With you I’m not afraid to bleed.
I did my best to find you
Chasing smoke and chords, writing half-truths
For you, I’m gonna find the cool
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5. |
Azarado
04:27
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it's these nights i don't try to sleep
and pass out with the remote at my feet
a closed book on my chest
the taste of candy and burnt cigarettes
I guess it's for the best
There was a fire
In the morning I walked right by
It tried to shake my hand
I felt the cool and didn't understand
Accidents aren't all that awful
They're all the advice I'm offered
And it only takes one
For the next day to come
Most mornings I don't try to talk
Just hold my breath until the bus stops
And holy fuck, I've sure lost a lot
Waiting while the world's on pause
If by the weekend this all don't slow down
I'll grab a pillow and a hole in the ground
A place to rest my head
is often better left unsaid
I think that's what she meant
There was a train
Last night in my memory
I walk the tracks back home
On the days I want some peace
Accidents aren't all that awful
They're all the advice I'm offered
And it only takes one
For the next day to come
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