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Bittersweet LP (2013)

The Silence

We sat beneath the stars

At a fire and played our new guitars

And I wondered how long this was gonna last

Because picture perfect memories

Just come with all those tougher things

And pain’s the best reminder of your past

I watched the meteors fall

On a world that hardly cared at all

Leaving silver trails of dust across the sky

Of indigo blue that matched my mood

And with constellations for tattoos

And I watched them fade away and quickly die

So many theories wrong and soon disproved

So many ideas lost among the feud

So many conversations that are sadly misconstrued

And lost among debate and needless violence

We need the silence

We walked in a haunted place

With tattered walls and empty space

And a musty smell that drenched the nighttime air

Neither of us said a word

And we waited till we heard the birds

And realized not once had we ever been scared

So many theories wrong and soon disproved

So many ideas lost among the feud

So many conversations that are sadly misconstrued

And lost among debate and needless violence

We need the silence

I saw my grandpa’s mind

Fly away and leave some bits behind

That made him smile with each time that they appeared

I wonder if he feels the pain

But it seems he never will complain

Whenever his whole family is near

So many theories wrong and soon disproved

So many ideas lost among the feud

So many conversations that are sadly misconstrued

And lost among debate and needless violence

We need the silence

 

Bittersweet

Felicity grew a garden

She planted with her hands

She reminisced in her myths

A believer in romance

Felicity grew a garden

It turned to paradise

But without rain she could not grow

And without rain she would not know

What would be the price

The ground beneath her feet, it was bitter, it was sweet

The ground beneath her feet, it was bitter

Felicity grew a garden

A haven safe from fate

And the ground beneath her feet, it was bitter, it was sweet

But the fruit from it she ate

The ground beneath her feet, it was bitter, it was sweet

The ground beneath her feet, it was bitter...

 

Lemons in Chamomile

I saw your ghost,

he said good morning,

I said I wished I was,

I said I wished I was,

Inside the house,

I poured us tea,

so we could talk respectably,

but every time you looked at me,

it made me feel like lemons in chamomile,

I saw your ghost,

I said how are you,

he said I wished I was,

he said I wished I was,

outside the house,

your feet grew cold,

 

i said i liked your shoes and you didn't reply,

 

i said I have a lot to say and that I try,

but every time I just,

I see your ghost...

I said I wished I was,

I said I wished I was,

wished I was,

you.

I saw your ghost.

 

Bulletproof Glass

I grew up in a sheltered home

Residing in a fragile dome

Made of bulletproof glass and last-second glances back

We knew we were not alone

At heart he was a conqueror

Napoleon the punk rocker

 

 

 

For to live ingloriously is to die each day

A dark and profound thing to say

Can anybody hear me now?

I'm like a tree growing on infertile ground

I stand tall but I can’t make a sound

Look up to the ceiling’s stars

We’ll try and find out what is ours

To try and put a name on everything we see is almost blasphemy

Can’t you just let it be

Mumbles of self-conscious doubt

They turned to marbles rolling in my mouth

And now whenever I try to speak, you never hear me out

Isn’t that what love’s about?

Can anybody hear me now?

I'm like a tree growing on infertile ground

I stand tall but I can't make a sound

Can anybody hear me now

 

Brake

I feel I'm getting somewhere

cause life is passing by

but my mind is made of water

and I can't help but sigh,

And I know I shouldn't care,

but sometimes I'm going under,

and I know this isn't fair,

but I don't want to steal your thunder,

You told me I could drive but it was just another lie,

now I'm trying to survive but I might just break down and die,

I need a brake..

I know I'm prone to crash,

I'll probably crash and burn,

cause I'm going way too fast,

but it's still my turn,

And I know I shouldn't care,

but sometimes I'm going under,

and I know this isn't fair,

but I don't want to steal your thunder,

You told me I could drive but it was just another lie,

now I'm trying to survive but I might just break down and die,

I need a brake.

 

City of Cardboard 

Fibers in the light of a projector, catch fire

Wolf in the front yard, look out from your door and admire 

Drink your tea with sympathy, while organized chaos awaits

Because I’ve told you in the past, but it never seems to resonate

When there’s a wolf at your door, don’t just try and ignore

All the things outside your city of cardboard

One day it’ll burn and the lesson you’ll learn

Is your paper holds nothing but words and records

The music is within his hands and his heart

And in his mind, all of the planets are marbles in the stars

But this game of Pretending is so apprehending these days

And all of your time is spent comprehending this game

When there’s a wolf at your door, don’t just try and ignore

All of the things outside your city of cardboard

One day it’ll burn and the lesson you’ll learn

Is your paper holds nothing

And so if your mundane existence withstands

I look to put some truth inside your open hands

So share in some telepathy, while organized chaos awaits

Because I’ve told you in the past, but it doesn’t seem to resonate

When there’s a wolf at your door, don’t just try and ignore

All the things outside your city of cardboard

One day it’ll burn and the lesson you’ll learn

Is your paper holds nothing but words and records

 

Grisly Bear

Bird on the road with the jellyfish brain

Beetle brown eyes, stay in the right lane

Dog at the end of the street laughs loud

All the little critters lying on the ground

Staring up at the placid blue of an October sky…

My grizzly bear, I don’t care, I don’t care if you’re grisly

Girl with a dress has a soft stuffed cub

So does the man with a job at the pub

Crocodile leather, I’ve won this game

But picking bones is such a pain

Staring up at the placid blue of an October sky…

My grizzly bear, I don’t care, I don’t care if you’re grisly

Now I’m caught between your deadly arms

I don’t wanna start a fight

With my glass eyeballs and my cleared out brain

I still can’t see what’s right

My grizzly bear, I don’t care, I don’t care if you’re grisly

My grizzly bear, I don’t care, I don’t care if you’re grisly

 

 

Golden Lantern

Golden lantern in the sky

I passed time and watched you fly

Burning holes into the night

Before you choke and we lose sight

First you rise and then you fall

Oh you make me feel so small

Graceful as a firefly

Beautiful until you die

Drowning far beneath the sea

Tossed around by endless green

Nothing but a paper bag

Nothing but an ash-filled rag

 

Miso Soup

It was one year ago when I felt my heart stop

While in the aisle of the local food coop

Amid the packs of miso soup you were standing transcendental

Right there and then I knew our love would be coincidental

And with a yelp those packs did fall

You came to help you bought it all

Oh what a happy accident

I didn’t know what I was looking for

Oh what a happy accident

I didn’t know it was in store

I said that I liked Kikkoman, and you replied, me too

You said that you liked miso soup now baby I like you

We bonded over miso soup so romantically

Now the rest is history (You make miso happy)

Oh what a happy accident

I didn’t know what I was looking for

Oh what a happy accident

I didn’t know what was in store

Now we tell all our friends our tale of serendipity

Of staring in each others eyes alone in aisle 3

How fateful it was we were in the same store

But I won’t tell you that I saw you there before

And with a yelp those packs did fall

You came to help, you bought it all

Oh what a happy accident

I didn’t know what I was looking for

Oh what a happy accident

I didn’t know what was in store

 

Tragic Mishaps

James K. Brown was an alcoholic man

Drove his Ford into a white Sudan

He never found what he was looking for

A way to crash into a life full of open doors

When they were closed before

Beautiful itch in the kitchen chair

Breathing in a sharp slice of air

These tragic mishaps happen all the time

Exceeding all the deaths by homicide

To people in their prime

Sarah Mae would die within the air

Withered leaves dark on her yellow flower

Her stories gathered up around her eyes

The only things consistent in her life

Bright like fireflies

And when she fell down the concrete stairs

The fabric of normality began to tear

And Sarah Mae was forever changed

But still the lamplike fireflies in her eyes remained

A snapshot in my brain

And though it’s hard for us to try and understand

Maybe tragic mishaps were always in the plan

And when we stumble and we trip into fatality

Maybe we just open our eyes to reality

Like waking from a dream

 

Us

It’s difficult to say where it began

That bitter feeling when I held your hand

It’s been too long

It’s been too long

June came, a yellow wedding day

The sun reflected off Lake Michigan spray

But that day’s long gone

That day’s long gone

We said that we would always be friends

But happy’s not the way most stories end

And though this isn’t quite what I expected

I stand corrected

These apparitions of a happy past

Like anything they cannot truly last

They’re not lifelong

Not lifelong

But there will come a day I’ll understand

I’ll look to you with an extended hand

My grip will be strong

I’ll be so strong

We said that we would always be friends

I’m writing out a new and better end

And truly this is what I first expected

We’re still connected

 

Benign Disillusion

I’m stuck in a state of severe confusion

I’m stuck in a state of benign disillusion

Because I feel that I just can’t refuse in

Finding my way back to you

You caught me off guard, with your highly trained words

You’d absorbed the knowledge of the calls of the birds

And I leaned in to hear what you were saying to her

But your voice just wouldn’t come through

And I couldn’t believe that you wouldn’t receive

The hints that I was sending

And I couldn’t quite tell if you knew it was hell

To deal with your pretending

So please make up your mind

Be present or just be resigned

I’m caught in a net of severe confusion,

A bear trap well placed in a leafy illusion

An ironic cage of iron seclusion

That is locked and is missing it’s key

I was wondering if you had known what you’ve done

Or if all your cruel torment has only begun

But you didn’t expect that you’d be outdone

For I found a new man who loves me

And I couldn’t believe that you wouldn’t receive

The hints that I was sending

And I couldn’t quite tell if you knew it was hell

To deal with your pretending

So please make up your mind

Be present or just be resigned

So please make up your mind

Be present or just be resigned

 

Mangrove

Dark woods, tall trees, reaching for me

I think sunlight’s gone

Metacognition, keys in ignition

Trying to be strong

Blue night, dry leaves, ignite finally

There’s that fire in my heart

My mind is lightning, tells me to not leave

But leaving is just the start

Of something new

When beasts grow old where do they go?

Time marks the journey into the mangrove

And so must I look with my own eyes

To search for the truth that lies in the unknown

Bitter, strangled, my hair’s tangled

But roots have always been a part of me

Questions on changing, and we’re all still aging

But I’m not scared to embark

On something new

When beasts grow old, where do they go?

Time marks the journey into the mangrove

And so must I look with my own eyes

To search for the truth that lies in the unknown

 

Blessed

That was the last time

Beneath that scarlet sky

When manmade comets made the earth vomit fire

The air smelled of cigarettes

And crackled like the static of old cassettes

The houses had been sleeping just prior

Dark and starless, new catharsis

Sudden sharpness, where’s your conscience

Tear my heart out from the hole in my chest

Warped and twisted, they persisted

And do we still believe they know what’s best…

Does anyone feel blessed?

Cold as glass, white as bone

Pinpricks in the great unknown

Are hidden behind charcoal clouds

Bombs are weightless,

Fatal, faceless

And when they fall, they hardly make a sound

Dark and starless, new catharsis

Sudden sharpness, where’s your conscience

Tear my heart out from the hole in my chest

Warped and twisted, they persisted

And do we still believe they know what’s best…

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