
Date of issue: 25.01.2010
Record label: Topshelf
Song language: English
Pensive |
The first man saw his scope |
Making lists, he asked «will it look like this tomorrow?» |
Excuse you, behoove you to live a spiders life and «clean up nice» |
Placate away, placate away and grow up tame |
Tonight I saw what I’ll never be, |
Old men walking and the reveries badgering me |
My longevity lays in my feet, |
I’m counting Fridays on calendars |
I’m seeing signs in my yellow teeth |
I do my best thinking while driving but now |
I have to wear glasses and they’ve been doing roadwork for years |
It’s funny how towns never lose their smells |
It’s funny how now I scythe and scowl about missing this house |
You can learn to live without anyone, you just can’t live with the re-runs |
I’m ready to let my hair down, I’m ready to move to the woods |
until the floor boards get raspy, I’m ready, I’m ready |
Sometimes I wish I could stop scratching at my wheals, |
Scratching at the heels of my sneaks |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Hiding | 2013 |
I'll Be Damned | 2012 |
Such Confidence | 2012 |
Filial | 2010 |
Sleepshaker | 2010 |
I'll Get By | 2012 |
Good Times | 2012 |
Liquid Courage | 2012 |
Spine | 2012 |
Shared Bodies | 2012 |
Cripples Can't Shiver | 2010 |
Sunsetting | 2012 |
Jess and Charlie | 2010 |
Prev | 2010 |
Quit Benefit | 2010 |