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Let Me Live
03:41
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Let me live, let me live sometimes and let me die / So I can have all of the answers to questions I've never known / Cause being born isn't everything it's cracked up to be / And being bored isn't everything our parents made it seem...
I guess someday I'll make it home / To someplace I've never known.
I promise I will make it up to you in another life / One where I won't spend all my time getting high / Where growing old is everything I said it'd be / And staying gold comes to me so easily...
CHORUS
Let me come home / Sink like a stone
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Getting Over This
04:02
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You called me out / Said I'm only getting older every month, week, day, and hour / I'm such a coward / Said I'm losing all my angles and I'm slipping out of power
Getting over this isn't something to be proud of / God, my God I miss the things I was so sure of when I was young
It feels like wolves gnashing at my feet / They're all looking for something in which to sink their teeth / But it's not me / I'll make it up to you I promise; I'll stop bleeding all my speed
CHORUS
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Do you think that we could be those people who lose everything and never get it back / Do you think that we could leave our dreams out sleeping in the street and in the sun and never get our lives back on track?
I don't know
Do you think that we could be those people who take everything with fingers crossed behind their backs / Never open up our eyes enough to see each other / I still hear her voice at night, I'm so sorry April Wheeler
I don't know
All I know is the American Dream / All I know is what I see on TV / All I know is the American Dream / All I know is what I can't reach
This is what we could have been / This is what we never were / This is what we could have been / This is the story you never heard
Let it go.
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Gone Gone Gone
03:31
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Dust went flying into the air and I lost my hold on you / Now you're gone, gone, gone / Dust wen't flying into the air and my hands covered up my eyes / And I lost my sight
I've spent my days just searching for you / Dusty Bibles and motel rooms but you're gone, gone, gone / I've spent my days just searching for proof / Empty bottles and living rooms that you're long, long, gone
I will siege this town / I will search it out / will search it out / I will raze this town / I will smoke it out / I will smoke it out for you
I never trusted the Russians.... with you.
My God I've got to find a better way / Before I suffer Gatsby's fate
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Midwest
04:48
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The taxman came to my home / Said we might have to foreclose / But I said this is where I've spent my whole life / This is where I rode my first bike / This is where I took my wife when she gave birth to our first child / Though he never grew up / I still see his face around here so much / So he handed me his pen and ink / Said, "I need your signature please" / He said, "I really do care, but I've got to catch a plane got to get in the air"
So hold your breath..... and sink in.
Living the midwester high life / Of dirt, dust, ethanol, and long nights
(God left me hungry, and haunted, and stranded, and I'm praying for rain... God I'm praying for rain.)
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You are the Sea
03:07
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They saw a ghost out on the water / It couldn't reach us / We were on the coast when we saw her / We couldn't speak up
We all know damn well / When the tide starts to swell / We don't go back to sea
They taste the salt / They feel the ship / They taste the cigarette on her lips / They find their faults below their hips / And they are struggling to keep them in
CHORUS
Oh captain, my captain / You are the sea / If your stormy waves won't take the likes of me / I'll take my leave
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7. |
Let You Go
05:47
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I haven't written anything in years that sounds right / So maybe this song will make you feel like / You did when you were young / Make you feel like falling in love with me again
I know things have to change / But I just want to stay the same
You could be the one to help me out / From underneath the shadow of my doubt / And help me get back on my broken feet / So we can get back to writing our story / And fall in love with life again
CHORUS
Don't let me let you go / Cause I can't make it on my own
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Canvas and Stone
04:51
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It's cold, I don't have any place to go / So wrap me up in canvas and stone / And sink me down to whatever depth you need / To wipe me out from your memory
Did you ever think that I would be the one to leave?
You don't believe in everything you read / So I won't believe in anything I see / Cause that would make me a fool among thieves / And that would break me
Did you ever think that I would be the one to leave / Was there any doubt when the chips were down and everyone was out?
It's cold, I don't have any place to go / So wrap me up in silver and gold / And make me worth whatever you see fit / To make me worse
CHORUS
(This will be the last I'll see you.)
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Get Out
04:00
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I've broken all the bones in all the back I've know / They were all just stepping stones to get me back to home / Where I've taken on the King / Only to be abandoned by the Queen / For a glass house / Full of false hope
Maybe they were right / Maybe I've lost my sight / I'll be leaving town / As soon as this house falls down
God knows I made a scene / From the front door as I watched you leave me / And I've taken on the King / Only to be abandoned by the Queen / For a glass house / With my last hope
Maybe they were right / Maybe I've lost my sight / I'll be leaving town / As soon as this house breaks down
Get out, get out / Leave me here / Get out, get out / It's not you I fear / Get out, get out / Leave me here / Get out, get out / There's no God I fear
Maybe they were right / Maybe I've lost my sight / I'll be leaving town / As soon as my lungs shut down.
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Is This It?
05:11
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Is this it / Is this the peak of my existence / I know I'm getting older (getting older) / Things are getting hard to shoulder / I made a badge for you and a badge for me / One of courage and one of sympathy / But which one will I wear on my chest / My chest is getting so heavy I can't breathe and I can't speak and I can't sing / But I'll push it out anyway
I still hear her voice in my head / Telling me to clean up this fucking mess / You're such a goddamn wreck
I still hear her voice in my head at night / Telling me I've got to do my best / Pick up the pieces of what is left
And just let go....
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