Lyrics

Fill In The Blanks

 

Another time, another place

Each single moment is a still frame

My brain fills in the blanks

My brain fills in the blanks

Seems like we’re moving

 

A vace, a face, which is which

Each single moment is an illusion

My brain fills in the blanks

My brain fills in the blanks

Seems like we’re something

 

Another drop, another sip

Each single moment is a reaction

My brain fills in the blanks

My brain fills in the blanks

Feels like we’re drowning

My body’s water too.


 

The Aging Mold

 

There’s a troll under the Golden Bridge

Looking for a bone.

His polarizing flaccid thoughts

Bend and fold to the aging mold

 

There’s a globe inside the loony-bin

Looking for itself

Its polarizing temperament

A nucleus in its crowded cell

 

A plane flies through the static folds

To bring me back to Earth

Finally I’m back at home

The TV sifts through the snowy worth

 

I left my breath in San Francisco

Left it on the bus

The fog moves in like groovy disco

Easy come

Easy go

 

Finally I’m back at home

Bend and fold to the aging mold



 

Animals

 

How many mentors does it take to change a lightbulb?

No one ever writes that joke.

You don’t want to feel poorly

Of your brother, sister, hero, friend

You don’t want to see

What they really are

Just stubborn hunks of flesh

 

We’re animals, people

We’re animals

 

You come to an end

Just like you had a beginning

At one time you were nothing

And you’ll be nothing again

Well i feel like nothing right now

I’m lying on my bed

Like i was trying to smother myself

Like failed evolution

 

Because we’re animals, people

We’re animals

 

In the center of the Earth

There is a forward forceful spin

Time, life, love, pain,

Hatred is

And you are a forward forceful spin

You’re a forward forceful spin

 

And you’re an animal

We’re animals

We’re animals, people

We’re animals



 

Go Away Ghost

 

The sidewalk turned gray

As dusk propelled

Last hues to the cars

All tightly packed

The sunset chilled earth’s crust

With tact

My nose and ears

Were numb and cracked

 

Honey spoke with stubborn speech

She spoke slowly on her feet

And I’m awkward now

A customary gift of opening up to me

 

Now, sit like a good boy

And go away ghost

Go away ghost

 

I was slightly drunk and inquisitive

Asked if I could have a drag of her cigarette

“You are not a man” she said

“You’re an anxious fish caught on sacred land

 

And I won’t let you off the hook

Your sadness is grossing me out of this house

Like a spirit who thinks I’m an heir of his spouse”

Go away ghost

Go away ghost

 

I’m so preoccupied with death

It’s why I don’t speak

I need to listen

I’m listening for your breath

Listening for your heart

Listening for the start of the end

 

I’m so preoccupied with death

I’m listening for your breath

Listening for your heart

Listening for the start of the end



 

Call The Man Down

 

I found myself across the land

Across Pennsylvania

  • The orange painted leaves on wood

Blocked the crossing ease

 

And concrete sloths

Lounged around

You and I were a drifting breeze

Down we head

Down to the ground

You got ahead of me

 

Call the man down

Gather up his flowers

Call the man down

 

Silent like a liar

Blind like a bat

Time is a wino’s cellar

Tasting rack by rack

 

And drunk we get

Off love and hate

You and I were a drifting breeze

Down we head

Down to the ground

You got ahead of me

 

Call the man down

Gather up his flowers

Call the man down

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's Fine, It's Swell

 

In the house of furniture,

I sit on the floor.

I can't take no more.

I can't take no more.

 

In the house of learning,

I lick my lips,

picking the answers

That I'm going to miss.

 

Well the sidewalk calls my name again.

I go back home, see how it's been.

It's fine, it's swell.

I dine, I feel alone again.

 

In the house of tap water,

I stand at the sink.

I fill up my jar

with refreshing drink.

 

In the house of Belvedere,

I flap my eyes.

I dust away

all of my pride.

 

Well the pencil calls my name again.

I sit up straight and grab the pen.

It's fine, it's swell.

I write, I feel at home again. x2

 

 

 

Bury My Bones

 

If I was a dog,

I'd bury my bones in your backyard

because I do a lot

when you're gone from home.

You're always leaving me alone.

 

If I was a cat,

I'd land on my feet.

Stuck in your tree,

you could never reach me.

 

If you were a ghost,

you'd haunt my home.

Oh, you might as well.

You already haunt my dreams.

 

Off my leash, I'm running free!

Can't you see I'll always be

a little lost?

 

If I was a dog,

I'd bury my bones in your backyard. x3

 

 

 

Plants and Books

 

When I met you I was stuck

in a barrel.

You lifted my lid.

How unexpected!

I didn't want my lid lifted.

 

Well, nothing flew out.

I just stared back at the microscope.

Things just grew in.

I became an ecosystem.

 

You teach me like the moss

teaches the rock where the sun is.

You read me like a sheet

of emotional instructions.

But I'm not a plant

and you're not a book.

We can't help but share

the same amazed look.

 

Oh, I wish I caught you

peering around my darkness.

Fear is irrelevent

when it has a purpose.

 

But nothing flew out.

I just stared back at the microscope.

Things just grew in.

I became an ecosystem.

 

You teach me like the moss

teaches the rock where the sun is.

You read me like a sheet

of emotional instructions.

But you're not a plant

and I'm not a book.

We can't help but share...

You're not a plant

and I'm not a book.

We can't help but share

the same confused look.

 

 

 

The Root

 

 

Hope is the bird that perches

on the soul.

How does it fly there?

Why does it fly there?

 

I divide myself.

I divide myself.

I divide myself

in search of the root.

 

Wisdom resonates

at an old soul frequency.

We each travel

at a harmonic

of it naturally.

Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen

 

Through the air:

the vibrating strings of mind.

For the care:

that rich ritual of mine.

Through the air, through the air.

 

Change is the wind

that ripples the soul.

How does it blow there?

Why does it go there?

 

I divide myself.

I divide myself.

I divide myself

in search of the root.

 

Wisdom resonates

at an old soul frequency.

We each travel

at a harmonic

of it naturally.

Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen

 

Through the air:

the vibrating strings of mind.

For the care:

that rich ritual of mine.

Through the air, through the air. x2

 

 

 

 

 

 

Footsies With The Mountains

 

Trust is like a golden eagle perching on a branch

Holds his face out to the wind making his feathers dance

If another bird gets close to him he looks back to his nest

Sings out his beak, puffs out his chest

 

Is he crazy for thinking that I might clip his wings

Is he crazy for thinking that he knows everything?

Because i’m the one who likes to play footsies with the mountains

 

Resentment is an avalanche looking for a path

Holds on to the peak and hard as she can

If a climber comes on by trying to shake things loose

She rattles at the top and then comes roaring through

 

Is she crazy for thinking that she cannot hold back

Is she crazy for thinking that she needs to attack

Because I’m the one who likes to play footsies with the mountains

I’m the one who likes to play footsies with the mountains

 

I like to think my bloodline is thicker than the fog

Blocks my will to fade into the dark

I just sit here like a weakling

Hoping she won’t lose me

Hoping she can use me while she can

 

Because I’m the one who likes to play footsies with the mountains

I’m the one who likes to play footsies with the mountains

 


 

Come Out Clean

 

You want to show me the ocean

So you take me by the hand

Show me that hydrogen oxygen blend

But I gotta tell you buddy

I gotta tell you man

That if you take one step closer

I will knock you in the sand

 

Now you’re walking home on demand

Now you hop behind the curtain and take a bath

No, no, no one’s dabbling

No, no, no one’s thinking sin

N,o no, no one’s calling in to see

If you come out clean.

 

You woke up in a tizzy

You had a dream about the man

Who stole your innocence when you were just a kid

And he’s sitting on the couch again

He turns up the fan

Says “If you know what’s good for you

You’ll shut your fucking mouth”

 

Now you’re walking home on demand

Now you hop behind the curtain and take a bath

No, no, no one’s dabbling

No, no, no one’s thinking sin

No, no, no one’s calling in to see

If you come out clean.

 

You wouldn’t recognize me now.

My weight is fluctuating, evaporating into a cloud

Rain is pouring down.

 

No, no, no-one’s dabbling

No, no, no-one’s thinking sin

No, no, no-one’s calling in to see

If you come out clean.

 


 

Bomb Bright

 

I’m sitting on the Facebook wall

Window-shopping like I’m at the mall

In the end I think I’ll troll on Reddit

 

What if we go for a stroll?

The weather really couldn’t be better

My motivation couldn’t be wetter

So let’s find a place to swim or

 

Sit for a while

Let the Earth spin around our lucky heads

And tighten up the light bulb

Tighten up the light bulb

Get bomb bright

 

At heart I’m an ocean kid

I don’t want to talk politics

I just want to sit under the night sky

And maybe we’ll hum along

Around a fire or a concert hall

Either way we’ll drink up all the beer my girlfriend made

 

And sit for a while

Let the Earth spin around our lucky heads

And tighten up that light bulb

Tighten up that light bulb

Get bomb bright



 

Nobody Knows

 

You talk to the voices in your head

Like they are members of your band

Take it up boys

Take it on down

 

You act all serious like a big old delirious

Son of a bitch who likes to hear itself

 

Nobody knows what’s wrong with you

Nobody knows what’s wrong with you

Any more than you do

 

You sink like a ship in the cold spring breeze

You think so hard on your bony knees

Maybe it’s time to calculate your lie

You climb to the top of a big mountain

Dig your cleats in the ice like a python

Swallow your pride and

Calculate your life

 

Nobody knows what’s wrong with you

Nobody knows what’s wrong with you

Any more than you do

 

They know you don’t mess around

They know you don’t mess with crowds

Like a dog in the wild

Like the virtue of a child

Like you’re running the last mile

 

Nobody knows what’s wrong with you

Nobody knows what’s wrong with you

Nobody knows what’s wrong with you

Any more than you do.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Place On The Wall Where A Picture Used To Hang

Released 2015

Come Out Clean

Released 2018

Released 2018

Go Away Ghost

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