1. |
Stop Making Sense
02:20
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every time I try to pen
something that I'm proud of, then
I get the words sucked out of me
and every time that I go out
to some stranger's party house
I get tired and wanna leave
'cause I'm thinking like there's some secret
to acting like a human that they're keeping
when all I've gotta do is smoke a joint, kick off my shoes
open my heart to the room and quit worrying
you make me stop making sense
you're spending all your time with a talking chest
you know my heart's had enough time out on the bench
I've gotta move on
and I've been feeling real glum
but when I think about it, things are on the up
I'm finally learning there's a hell of a lot more love
than I thought there was
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2. |
Unsure About It Now
02:58
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I'm thinking of the boy I long to kiss
and I'm dreaming of his hands around my hips
like a moth fluttering around at night,
I can't help but be stunned by your light
your face suddenly put in new contexts
your movements soft and strong like Whitman's best
but are you really the object of my affection?
or just the one my heart chose to project on?
I'd say come over, I'd say come on
but I really don't know what I want
(because, like)
what if we're in bed listening to some soul sing about
his lover like his heart's caught in his mouth
but when I speak to you no love or blood pours out?
so I'm so unsure about it now
have I ever been sure anyhow?
but honestly,
I'd love to get back into that mindset
fawning over the stupidest shit
daydreaming instead of making moves
so I think about the boy I long to kiss
and I'm dreaming of his hands around my hips
but I can't help feeling like it's for myself
like love's the kind of art that really sells
well, I'm so unsure about it now
have I ever been sure anyhow
what if you're unsure about it now?
what if we never mention out loud
how I might feel?
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3. |
Ache
02:18
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how long will I have to drive to see you?
can you meet me half way there this time?
the sun beats down harder than I ever remember
I think we've lost something real big this time
once you awoke a thousand songs in me
now I'm having trouble with the words
this pain is absurd, I'm down in the dirt,
but I ache for the world
I bring my speaker down to your living room
we put on our favorite environmental disaster pop
you push on me mad with love, with hate like I was your lover
who waited to little or too long to ever come back
once you awoke a thousand songs in me
now I'm having trouble with the words
this pain is absurd, I'm down in the dirt,
but I ache for the world
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4. |
Collarbone
02:14
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I look the part I wanted to
who cares about art, if I'm so cool?
we shoot the shit about what we wanna do
none of our ideas ever leave the room
a broken guitar is like a broken nose
it's healing slowly
but if their collarbone won't stop them these things won't
stop me!
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5. |
Burlington Daydream
03:00
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dreaming of summer with you in Burlington
how can I feel the way I do? I've never been
recline in a chair
breath that mountain air
wind through my long hair, yeah
that summer
dreaming of summer with you way up north
whatever sounds good to you, my plans are yours
meeting a new face
kissing by the lake
oh I can't wait to wait for
that summer
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6. |
Spotlight
03:44
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I help myself to what's in front of me
I lap it up; not slow, not tenderly
'cause after all there'll be more tomorrow
tend not to look at what's ahead of me
yeah, I know these roads like family
all their faults obscured by memory
produce for production
consume for consumption
the fertile landscape of my life used for Christmas trees and pumpkins
like it's nothing
I'm running out of excuses
I'm running out of time
sun rays slip through cracks in brick
my skinny shoulders love the light
it's in the spotlight of my mind
I've really turned it on this time
you'll complain you can't sleep
blinded by my shine
though I'm shaking please don't wake me up tonight
I miss the bus-- hop, skip towards anything
all I need's roof, food, your company
I'm taking joy in dreaming about all three
far away as I have ever been
life's real neat with nobody checking in
everything's fair game, so count me in
'cause it's so simple when I get a hold of that feeling
the changes that I'm making ain't the burden that I made them out to be
the year blipped by in a day
and though I'm mostly the same
I know the forces that keep my life in place can break
it's in the spotlight of my mind
I've really turned it on this time
you'll complain you can't sleep
blinded by my shine
though I'm shaking please don't wake me up tonight
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7. |
Keep
03:21
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I think the summer rains are over
streams are full with the fact
we're flushing out all the bad shit
that's been keeping us sad
we've only got two hands
and the current is strong
our hearts are large and unwieldy
we can't grab all that we want to keep
I don't know what I really need
and I don't what's good for me
Katie, you know how it goes
secret loves all hopped a train or drove away or I just
stayed home and left them alone
I'd hold them forever
wrap them up in my arms
no matter what they'd slip through my fingers
like water we aren't made to keep
there's still beauty in the world,
though it's getting hard to see
and there's still love inside of you,
even if it's not for me
the folks and things that keep us company:
who told you that they were for keeps?
and don't you think that they were creeps to try and keep
something so sweet?
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8. |
Lovers' Controller
03:36
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your hand is a world of its own
but it's not somewhere that I can live
I can get lost in the lights
but all bulbs begin to dim
nothing is eternal but let me try
I wanna say with honesty we'll never die, alright?
ooh, a living's kinda hard to make
in our dying world
kiss me and we'll find some lives to simulate
like ours will go away
talk in the dark, run away with me
the future's so far, tonight we're going to sleep
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