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There is a Dream
02:24
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There is a dream,
and it is miles away,
miles away,
and I can't always touch it,
but I, surely, can see it.
There is a dream
moving towards me.
There is a dream,
and it is miles away,
but it gets closer everyday.
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2. |
gr8ful
02:44
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Trying not to laugh as I tell you I love you.
I wonder if you notice the way your body moves like mine?
When you opened up the blinds you looked like a child again;
something kind of lucky gleaming in your eyes.
I became the figure in my own doorway,
sneaking into bed, I could see the earth go on for miles.
Then, again, you wrapped your arm around my torso,
and there was no one else, there was nothing else.
Angel in blue, I needed you, and you came into my bedroom,
picked me up off the floor, made my cheeks flush again.
Now I am new, shining and cool, and I have you to thank,
so I'll say grace, I'll say grace, I'll say grace.
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3. |
Mouthguard
01:55
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While he’s fighting his Beast,
I am fighting my Beach Boys,
and I don’t know what to say
other than, “Are you okay?”
I’m biting my tongue
and biding my time, hardcore.
Not sure what I’m waiting for.
While he’s facing his Demons,
I am facing myself in the mirror,
making myself strong enough
to fight by his side.
I am shaking on the bench,
and I’m saving my Creator.
I’m not sure what I’m waiting for.
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4. |
Duckling
02:35
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You are not an angel, you are a pet.
I look at you through glossy eyes;
I’m sorry I haven’t let you go yet.
We’re plucking out our feathers one by one.
In this second I am squished fingers in a desperate touch.
I want to say something about your posture,
how I noticed you’re feeling blue,
like the night at your place when I got way too high
and sloppily told you I needed you.
Instead, I say nothing because
I know I’d rather not hear the answer.
Instead, I sink back into the couch.
I wonder what you are thinking,
I never find out.
Duckling, are you the ugly one?
Or, duckling, is it me?
Duckling, are you the ugly one?
Or, darling, it’s not that hard to believe.
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5. |
Feeling Warm
03:38
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Seeing you again after all this time,
my stomach hurts but I don’t know why.
Can’t tell if the glow is from your face or just from the sun,
can’t tell if I still love you or if I’m just nervous.
I’ve had so many dreams
about what you would say to me;
came back down to see you
and ease my curiosity.
I expected my head to spin at the sight of you,
but I just feel warm in my gut like I’ve been drinking.
I know I’ll never get you alone,
so I’ll never ask you all the things I’ve been dying to know.
Seeing you again after all this time,
my stomach hurts but I don’t know why.
Can’t tell if the glow is from your face or just from the sun,
can’t tell if I’m just nervous or if I’m still in love.
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6. |
FBP
02:57
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I won’t be there when
you get home today.
I hope you don’t mind
my being late.
Sun pooled in the train,
you were filled with grace,
I could not have asked
for better days.
In my lonesome now,
I still get around,
but this winter has
certainly depleted me.
[Cheering]
(Let me get it!) (Remember when you were at the playground, I showed you the picture of you in the dungeon?) (Yes, I want to see it!)
In the street again,
watching cars hurdle over the bridge;
I could feel him, not too far.
His love is gone and left me starved.
You were on the couch,
I was dying down.
You told me not to have
my meaner dreams tonight.
I saw something else
in the bathroom then,
like the whole world had gone
and burst wide open at once.
(And in my dream in the sky there are trees, (he likes me)
Because we're in Disneyland and I love you, (but even you drink blood)
In the monster's house there are sharp teeth that will eat you (all of your people))
(You are an angel)
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7. |
Untitled No. 4 (Swamp)
01:49
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As the room starts spinning,
you touch my arm and smile,
God comes down from heaven
to shake my hand.
I say, “I think I’ve heard this song before,”
in a restaurant at ten years old.
The winter had killed all the freeway plants.
[can't remember what i said here sorry]
(I am an asshole...)
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8. |
Pretty Thing
04:26
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You wanted a debutante and knew I was a diplomat.
Well, how can you get mad at that?
Well, how can you get mad at that?
You wanted a racing dog and knew I’d never liked the tracks.
How could you blame me for that?
How could you blame me for that?
You’re looking like your father: little bigger, little blighter.
You’re a consequence of love and liars,
and from your fool’s gold I’ll get wiser.
Did you just see, in me, what you wanted to be?
And did you make me believe, for the sake of your own validity?
I’m not guiltless, either, I was keeping you as a pet,
filling time with you instead of lying lonely in my bed.
My dear, how your face has changed so suddenly
With this turn of events, but it gets left unaddressed!
You were my pretty thing,
always were my pretty thing,
how do you leave a pretty thing behind?
You were my pretty thing,
always were my pretty thing,
How do you leave such a pretty thing alone, alone?
(All of them at once!!!!!!)
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In the morning,
you with your makeup;
you look so darling
when you first wake up.
Won’t you stay a little longer today?
In the evening,
you with your hands tied;
you look so lovely,
late in the moonlight.
Can’t you stay a little longer this time?
In the downtime,
wasting away, I’m
counting the seconds
til you’re back my way.
Why must you go and leave me here aflame?
In the afternoon I say goodbye,
I say goodbye,
I say goodbye.
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