1. |
Accolades
02:45
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What is she thinking
Maybe its about me
She says its about me
And I think she’s thinking
About time
What is she speaking
Maybe its about me
She says its about me
And I think she’s speaking
From her mind
No I don’t mind
Weather you go
Go fast
Slow
Stay
Drop the ball
I knew I wanted her
But you convinced me
Never to fall
For a girl
Who’s in love
With the end
On the very last page
Of a book
She pretended
To read
And she did
What was done
Without force
Accolades
Trade places and
Back to the source
Simmer down
Stick around
Til the fairy tales
Come true
Til the red becomes blue
Oh I’ve been thinking
Way to much about me
It’s just not about me
And I think I might
Have to much time
I will keep moving
If you wanna join me
Always made a good team
But I think this just
Might be my time
And I can’t lie
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2. |
It's All Good
03:20
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Ready for the weekend
Everybody’s tweaking
Don’t know no better
Just doing whatever
Your friends tell you to do
And that’s not truly you
The heart wont speak
Unless It’s being spoken to
I was just a kid then
Guess I didn’t know shit
Thought I knew better
Just doing whatever
Addiction told me to
And I became abuse
My heart got shut
When I forgot the golden rule
Hey wait it’s all good
Yeah wait it’s all good
Hey wait it’s all good
Just say what you should
You know you would
But they say you shouldn’t
I know how sick it feels to act
Like nothing’s wrong when it’s all black
When nothing seems to feel the same
When it’s so hard to face the change
I know how sick you’re feeling now
Like everybody’s looking down
When all your thoughts repeat in threes
When it’s so blurry you can barely see
Coulda caught a ride back
But you never planned that
Simply expired
Just feeling so tired
Of excess stuck up shit
From half dead pessimists
Who try too hard to make
Our lives less wondrous
Rationalization
Without hesitation
Waiting for a way out
Waking from a black out
To realize there and then
That I could never win
We gain control
When we begin surrendering
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3. |
Sunday Best
02:34
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In my Sunday best
Trying to behave
Watching PBS
On a microwave
Wasn’t oh so blessed
To be in your grave
Such a selfish stress
Keeping me enslaved
Said you saved your soul
From the mess of me
Breathing burnt charcoal
Like a fallacy
Swiftly put on hold
What you could not see
Final burning bush
A possessed disease
I was sending myself
To hell and back
Like a child
They say curiosity
Killed the cat yeah
That’s how I went wild
Should have hit the bottom
Before bottom hit me
My karma caught up
From my half ass schemes
I always knew I gave myself
A bit too much slack
But over looked the notion
That mistakes aren’t fact
Now I know that
There’s no use for that
The past is the past
Let the past be the past
Called the cops again
Waited for police
I was dying then
No I couldn’t be
Couldn’t be a friend
Just a ghost in sheets
Under cheap linen
I’ll resolve my dreams
Now I’m back in town
Starting my life right
Learning not to drown
When the stress gets tight
Damn it sucked to frown
Thought I lost my light
Only dimmed it down
Pin point finite
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4. |
The Gift of Desperation
01:32
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"Days of Wine and Roses" -Jack Lemon and Lee Remick, 1962.
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5. |
What's All This About
04:04
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He is there at the foot of your bed
Begging you to get out of his head
He thinks that everything he says is true
But baby you know that’s what liars do
So get ready go release your stress
And come back and find your place a mess
Rest until he walks through that back door
And wakes you as he falls onto the floor
You try to ask him we’re he’s been
And he says he’s just been out
You ask him is he’s faithful
And he says what’s all this about
You start calling all his closest pals
And they said they haven’t seen him round
You call Suzie from the liquor store
Said she saw him with the girl next door
Call me crying screaming just my luck
I’m done with that cheating fuck
I couldn't tell ya I knew all along
I'll try to hide in the prose of song
We get coffee and you fill me in
Ask me why I didn’t say something
And really I don’t have a reason why
Guess I didn’t wanna make you cry
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6. |
The First Law of Motion
01:48
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I will hop a train and run away from this
Everyday's the same when I can't feel shit
Thought you were the right one
Guess you were the wrong one now
Though I hope you find what you're looking for
Treat every new day like an open door
I gotta go through one
Probably not the right one now
No no
No no
No I can't do a single thing
Without fucking up everything
I hate your guts but love to sing about
How how
How much I care
Cause I do
It's just not the same
When you're not here
I miss you in so many ways
And that's a place I've been to
Many times before I just can't
Seem to find what I've been
Looking for and that's a shame
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7. |
A House Already Sold
02:03
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Invisibles all in a line
Shit just looks so different
From a distance sometimes
Admisables tangled and tied
Jamie's in the basement
Screaming cigarettes inside
So we laugh and we love
Just to keep our minds at ease
Yeah its cool never mind
Something adjacent to me
In the back of my mind
Theres a voice thats settles down
When you and only you
And only you are around
I hope you stay
I hope you stay
You said
If home is a construct of
The mind body and soul
Then don’t you make an offer
On a house already sold
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8. |
The Ethereal Everything
03:20
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Wearied itself out of a memory
I didn't think it would last
Wearied itself out of a memory
Happened so fast
Don't wait just go
My Mary Sue I've lost control
I fear this could be my last day
She screamed out loud
If there's a god come touch him now
And I felt your wings that day
It was in that very moment
I realized I ain't shit
But all my fears in one
You're my angel and I can't thank you enough
And now that you're not here
Whispering in my ear
Something about a joke
Your friends all having smokes
When I put the bottle down
I felt you all around
Here there and everywhere at once
Cause I have faith in your love
I can't thank you enough
I have faith in your love
I can't thank you enough
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9. |
Play Nice
02:12
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We still dance in the rain on Tuesdays
Wave your hand say hello to the good days
Wait for the sun to come
Out from behind the clouds
Scream with joy at the violent ocean
Boy oh boy what a vicious motion
I know that you know
Were no longer feeling down
Wait a moment
Today is a brand new day
And you know how to get over this
Trust the voice
In the back of your brain
It don’t take much to play nice
So try your very best
To be a person you’d like
Even when under stress
You know it’s all in your mind
So let it off your chest
Breathe in with time
And out with the rest
No more stops let the train keep rolling
Pedal to the metal let our lives keep folding
In on themselves cause
We know where the hell we stand
One big leap toward a better living
Win to loose gotta keep on giving
People a place they can
Walk safely hand in hand
Brush it off brush it off let it all go
You’re the boss you’re the boss of your own show
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10. |
I Can See Clearly Now
02:10
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(Screeching Weasel Cover)
I can see clearly now the rain is gone
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It's gonna be a bright bright
Sun shiny day
I think I can make it now the rain is gone
All of the bad feelings have disappeared
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It's gonna be a bright bright
Sun shiny day
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11. |
A Trip There and Back
02:05
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Now that my thin lips will finally close
I am breathing slower than this heart has ever known
I becoming we
Ill becoming well
Illness becomes wellness
When we make it out of hell
Peak bellow the hollow of our hearts
Herein lies a breaker box that says restart
All becoming one
Red becoming blue
We sit here together
In our toll collecting booth
Yellow like the karma of our sins
Blinded by a cloud of floating mannequins
Something was on fire
We could smell the smoke
From the balding tire
Like a worn out party joke
Not even a trail of screeching brakes
I still can’t look back I had to learn from my mistakes
Yesterday a hole
Tomorrow a stone
Today I don’t have
To fix the world all on my own
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