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Sunday Night
02:35
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Well it's me whom I wake up next to in the middle of the night
When those fever dreams preach to me
About what's wrong with my life
And when you drink too much on Sunday night
Well Monday's such a fight
But it's the only way to stop those thoughts that cut like knives
Sunday night
Well my words twirl just like debutantes and my friends are there at the ball
And all the possibilities do get flaunted and some fly but not all
But it doesn't matter when Sunday is drunk
'Cause I'm no lie till after Monday's sunk
And I can back away, you know, playing the fool
Just with both my empty hands drawn
It's a catch up race of headaches
I know these weekends keep
giving me the shakes
Staring at your bathroom mirror
Mouthing sure things you'll
probably never hear
Sunday night's rough when
you drink too much
I know it with a tired sigh
But it seems to me, I guess
it's the only way
To get to see Monday's light
Sunday night
Sunday night
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2. |
Mean Song
02:08
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It's not everyday you get to be pretty
So you better get out of here in a hurry
With a little good looks and a little bit of money
You know the good times will come flowing like honey
So you better get out of here
What about those of us you leave behind?
You know we're turning round that "Open" sign
'Cause we never did anything anyway
Maybe that's why we never had a thing to say
So you better get out of here
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3. |
Distance
02:20
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Who should know better than me what I should do?
Baby, I thought that was you
I guess I'll just smoke cigarettes
And maybe come out in a dress
Shake the blues
Just shake my blues
Just shake my blues
I read the books you gave me
And heard the music you played me
But now they're just spilled bottles
I guess I'm just a prude
'Cause when you're rich and young
Shouldn't you be having fun?
Just shake the blues
Shake the blues
Shake the blues
It's hard to be sad
It's hard to be sad
It's hard to be sad
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4. |
Save The Day
02:48
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I'd say sometimes
I feel turned off and down
All the things I've had
Well, have had me
This constant swagger
Of time and haughty days
Doesn't hold back
And doesn't crush because
You are my love
I missed the bus
I missed so much
Did I hit the books
Or just ignore the looks?
The burning back of my mind
Could turn the tides of oceans
Hare Krishna, Sandinista
You are my love
And the books have helped, have helped
And the music have helped, have helped
And you, you seem to save the day
You seem to save the day
You are my love
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5. |
Get Things Done
04:04
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Starlight breaks in my summer's eye
Oh God I am so high tonight
The conversations simmering as the day is dimming
There's so much left to do that I
I just can't seem to get things done
Well, maybe I'm just spun
But who the hell knows with me?
I just seem to get things wrong
I come off too strong
But it's on my mind all the time
In our self-constructed dreamery
With ham-fisted poetry
We have so much fun
'Cause we'd rather recreate the past
Than stew in the present's vat
I ain't that kind of man
I just can't seem to get things done
Well, maybe I'm just spun
But who the hell knows with me?
I just seem to get things wrong
I hang on too long
But it's on my mind all the time
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6. |
Lucy
04:21
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Lucy we knew we couldn't have walked out alive oh
Lucy from the beginning we walked on the fire
Oh Lucy Lucy Lucy Lucy
Little by little the rain disappears
Out of the shelter emerge without fear
One tiny moment the radiance is near
Without you the walls start breaking
The house it will crash down burning
How can they find us and say yes again?
Can we still be together like stones and the water?
And can we just fall apart like we're dust to each other?
Oh Lucy Lucy Lucy Lucy
The rising moon flown in out of the blue
The sinking sun face the smile of the moon
One tiny moment that seems to hold true
Without you the windows blocking
The house that goes beatless and starving
Inside they will find us and say yes again
Lucy you know that we could have
walked out together
Oh Lucy if we had never by
chance heard each other
Oh Lucy Lucy Lucy Lucy
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7. |
Bartleby
01:57
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I was only looking for nothing
Till you came along with your predetermined mission
I was only hoping to see life
Till you came along with your self-indulgent vision
How many kids have you tricked lately?
How many kids have you tricked?
You're so very nice
I was reading my imagination
When you came along with your plotting to exploit it
You decreed that I was really something
'Cause alas I was a puppet of your fiction
How many kids have you killed lately?
How many kids have you tricked?
You're so very nice
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9. |
Hamlet
03:24
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The cruelest thing is to let a child into this world so cruel
The cruelest thing is to die and let your answerless question continue
Is one of me not enough?
I am one too much
The greatest thing is to die and know that at least one wasted life ended
The greatest thing is for us as human to accept this strife ended
Is one of you not enough?
You are one too much.
The cruelest thing is to let more people read themselves into Hamlet
The cruelest thing is to drown more people them entangled in Eliot
Is one of we not enough?
We are one too much
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10. |
Greenback
03:26
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When we were together all I wanted to be
Was a father just like every one before me
And now never wanting anything is just as easy for me
Blank white page with a green back
I'm a blank white page with a green back
Green back
Stranger now because my only mystery
That anybody could ever feel in me
I know it's actually nothing but creative self-hatred
Blank white page with a green back
I'm a blank white page with a green back
Green back
So let me get silly sad and vomit sick again
And say stupid shit like I'm a jingle I'm so useless
But it'd half true 'cause we both expect money
And I seem to be pretty flat and easy
Blank white page with a green back
I'm a blank white page with a green back
Green back
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11. |
Love Makes People Stupid
02:59
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You came into my life when
I was not ready to be broken yet
Seemed to much for me and
I'd go back where we were before we met
The ageless agent of this
Fancied construction and I'm gonna bet
Love makes people stupid
If only that I knew before we fell
The rite of spring and all the silly things
Diamond rings and all those silly things
The way you handed me the
Smoking remains of your last cigarette
Oh I'm burning bridges
And counting all the ways that we'll forget
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12. |
Elegy For Anne Bancroft
02:53
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Who is that standing round?
Who is that giving sense?
To a blind and deaf and angry lonely girl wondering
Ooh what is love? You washed her hands
And saw her lips remain untouched
Love is two in one
Goodbye, Annie Sullivan
Who was that standing round
While he was growing up
And who seduced a world that's looking for a passion?
Swept down those icy clouds above
Showed us the way to stay corrupt,
Like a loaded gun
Goodbye Mrs. Robinson
These are the things you've given us
Red visions of that sensual trust
You made us dangerous
Goodbye from your graduate.
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13. |
Thank You
02:21
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When we stood in the cold
And talked in the park
Till the stars froze above
With bated breath
It was everything I needed
I was so tired I couldn't see
And your voice went soft
Like a velvet dream
I knew you knew
It was everything I needed
Thank you...
When I was lying in a sick little ball
And you hardly knew my last name
You said, oh you're a person
It was everything I needed
Thank you...
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