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Aftertaste(ing My Words)
03:19
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i can't remember the last time that i saw your car on the lot
it was a history ago, but i used to see it a lot, i used to see it a lot
and i don't recall that my tongue ever made it to the confessional
but i swear i will confess i made this mess, i made this mess, then i left for greenwich
i lost the time
i lost your eyes
i lost my mind
i'm so sorry, i'm so sorry...that you're gone
i didn't know it at the time, but there must have been some backspin on those last words of mine
'cause they're still ringing in my ears, every morning half past nine, every morning half past nine
and i still honor your place at the table, even though right now i'm not able to
sit next to you and talk it through, and talk it through
i lost the time
i lost your eyes
i lost my mind
i'm so sorry, i'm so sorry...that you're gone
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2. |
Joey and the Dirty Queen
02:26
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it's ironic that he met her first at the launderette
he took his dirty whites to give them a bleaching
and though i don't know quite what happened, joey said he never came away clean
he came away with a queen, whom he loved
'til the guillotine took his head from his shoulders
'til it took his heart from the smoldering ashes of trust
her poison still in his blood he prayed every day
that one morning he might wake up without her inside him
one morning he might wake up with a rainbow up over his bed
the doctor says the epileptic seizures will still seize him
and will give him some moments of peace
and will give him a throne, and a robe, and a crown to be king
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3. |
Breakfast Skippers
02:51
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just an act of blindness, fear, and little faith
and then i'm lost amongst a multitude of breakfast skippers
a lack of trust betrayed me to a knife, and now the ground is screaming out, the ground is screaming out
still jenny was a deaf and couldn't hear
she held me still then licked my ear and bursked me further, now i know that love means lies
a lack of trust, and now i know that love means lies
i used to have a face, i used to have a face
i think i hid it from myself and then i lost its whereabouts and now i've lost its whereabouts
i used to have a face, i used to have a face
i think i hid it from myself and then i lost its whereabouts and now i've lost its whereabouts
i found out that carlsberg was at the local pub,
so i left to fill that sentimental ghost of a self
that turns the tv on by habit, even when i'm feeling rabid, especially when i'm feeling rabid
nights away from home i take the piss,
i take your faithless kiss, then frame it in the front hallway
i guess i'm still feeling lonely, i guess i'm still feeling lonely
i used to have a face, i used to have a face
i think i hid it from myself and then i lost its whereabouts and now i've lost its whereabouts
i used to have a face, i used to have a face
i think i hid it from myself and then i lost its whereabouts and now i've lost its whereabouts
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4. |
Like a Dove
03:30
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cradle my heart like a baby, like a dove,
and don't let it hit the floor, i've had it dropped before
and i don't want to be another love story whore
who plays the part, without reserve, with his whole heart,
only to hear a funeral dirge
when the other lover's fancy subsides
don't take my face for granted,
and don't spew time-dated words that expire at the year's end
that expire at the year's end
and when skin touches skin, keep the heat within, keep the heat within,
keep it chained to the bedstand
please don't let it run away, please don't let it run away
don't let me be a novelty, just 'cause i'm naïve doesn't mean i can't see
i don't want to be another name on a list, a thoughtless casualty
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5. |
Too Deep for Words
03:31
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grandiose words meant nothing to her
she was on top of her game
she was on a top of man with no teeth
then jenny's eyes were opened
she was no queen, she was no queen
later at night she got down on her knees
it was familiar positioning
it was a different key that she sang
to a man like none other she'd had
she thought him just a mutt, like some holy slut
there are some groanings too deep for words
there are some groanings too deep for words
from then she wore a pair of close-toed shoes
and she stopped wearing her mouthguard
to guard her lips from the bruises
from the lonely evenings spent
banging her dreams on the floorboards and, and the bedposts
she told her best friend all
and he started to cry
he said the paradox was poignant
that he hoped she could sleep at night
that she could sleep with him that night, that night
there are some groanings too deep for words
there are some groanings too deep for words
too deep for words
too deep for words
too deep for words
too deep for words
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6. |
Knowing All the Roads
03:15
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there's not a word i haven't heard, i've read it in a book before
yeah i've looked through all these windows
and nights come and go with subtlety and days stroll through so leisurely
there's ten candles in every room for lighting
and i feel a bit lonely in the tea room, it's so cozy and warm
but i always wear my sweaters, and
i'm doing alright, i'm doing just fine
it's a tad on the cool side when the sun goes down, when the sun goes down
and when the sun is around, when the sun is around
and it's a bit like knowing all the roads and forgetting how to get home, how to get home
and it's a bit like knowing all the roads and forgetting how to get home, how to get home
rococo is a nice touch for a room in green that's lacking in identity
i write one hour each night before i
stoke the fire, hoping for a spark to jump the ashes and catch hold of me
i'm in dire straights, just wait i lied 'cause
i'm a bit lonely in the tea room, it's so cozy and warm
but i always wear my corduroys, and
i'm doing alright, i'm doing just fine
it's a tad on the cool side when the sun goes down, when the sun goes down
and when the sun is around, when the sun is around
and it's a bit like knowing all the roads and forgetting how to get home, how to get home
and it's a bit like knowing all the roads and forgetting how to get home, how to get home
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7. |
Cobblestones
02:53
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set it up on three legs and take what you can
'cause you're never going to have us in the same room again
i'm no astronaut, but is this cosmos in-between us just a waste of space?
stumbling over cobblestones, the old man learns to live alone
to toss and turn the light out when the cat is sleeping on her own
and sorrow is a simple spouse to tease, take out your teethe, take out the trash several days too early
some say you tango to the end because you tangle with your friends
but if there's no-one left around you, let the funeral begin
'cause a day without another face is prelude to a mummification of memories
it rests between a couple pages like a relic of some age
submerged beneath a layer of dust, a part of me i can't cut off
an anthology of all my mythologizings of you
don't let this cup pass by my lips
it's just a stumbling block i can't resist
don't let this cup pass by my lips
it's just a stumbling block i can't resist
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8. |
Nocturnal Creatures
04:28
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we don't have to live a lie
to know that the truth is still haunting our lives
we don't have to say goodbye
to know that we're leaving each other's side
and we don't have to take it lying down on the ground
though i think that that might be the best way out tonight, tonight
i think we've finally opened our eyes to what we've become
i think the drinks before bedtime should tell us this day is done
this day is done
you don't have to be a telephone man
to fall in love with long distances
you don't have to be on your own
to know what a lonely feeling is
and you don't have to feel my skin and bones
just know that's where your heart will always live, will always live
i think we've finally opened our eyes to what we've become
i think the drinks before bedtime should tell us this day is done
this day is done
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9. |
Who Will Untie Us?
02:50
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doctor, heal these hardened shoulders
they can't feel the weight of the world
lying heavy between them like a boulder
lies in front of a tomb
restless, wondering who will untie us
out of this knot
it's not a problem to be solved
but a love that can comprehend us all as we are
don't run away, away
it's a fear: the things i love never seem to stay
she slakes her thirst and then i fall asleep
and when i wake, everything is gone
me less, and you more
there's a world, there's a sad light keeping us somewhat straight
i'm not awake, i'm not awake
but you are a wonderful dream
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10. |
Lost Lips/Redemption
03:07
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lost lips and a wayward kiss, and it was done
don't know if it felt good or if it was fun
it's just something that you do when the fire is gone
and you're a lazy bum
i wasn't there, i was reading about a widow-turned-harlot,
and i was pulling out my hair,
a lonely man stumbles up a hill and redemption isn't easy
it takes sweat and blood and tears! it takes sweat and blood and tears!
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11. |
139
02:16
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outside and inside, you see my face
my good sides and bad sides and sides all around – you see me with grace
whoo! you love me as i am. you love me as i am.
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