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Hunter's Gun
01:57
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Don’t come near me I don’t wanna fall in love
I can tell a hunter’s gun from a glimmer in the brush
You watch TV while I see us growing old
I can tell a creaseless fold from a wrinkle in the mold
I was strolling I was looking for a time
I can tell a sickly vine from the smoothest glass of wine
Don’t come near me I don’t wanna see your face
I can tell a hunter’s gaze in the way you say my name
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They’re still in love with their ex and I’m not feeling my best
This is a bad combination
Cuz every time they’re around I get all dolled up and gowned
Been seeing stars and carnations
I’ve got this feeling I might just up and bail on this plight
And maybe go on vacation
Pack up my shit in the dark
And if the car doesn’t start
It spares us both conversation
I’d take a train down the coast
And disappear on a boat
To live on berries and kiwis
Settle far from the snow
And when my skin starts to glow
Won’t worry about it all peeling
I’ve got this feeling I may come back and close up someday
Won’t be all sappy and weepy
Cuz I’ll be rested and warm
Sand in my hair from the shore
My face a flush when they see me
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Room
04:00
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She comes over growing like a clover in my room
And a river curling as we shiver in my room
Living rainless never felt so painless in my room
Sun above her never had a lover in my room
She keeps me up
she keeps me up at night
Call us sinners but we eat all our dinners in my room
Bedsheet picnics always been a sickness in my room
There’s a clean fog misting out the dark spot in my room
Rests her head near i’m feeling okay here in my room
She keeps me up
She keeps me up at night
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If You Met Her
03:49
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Counting back from one
To the day i’d come to meet you
And your body
At a show my band was playing
Now it’s April sixth
First one that you’ll miss
Cuz you’re off with all the cancers
You were young but you’ve got the answers
To the questions
That your parents pointed to their god
Starting to count up to two
Another year of missing you
When the dust clears where’s my body?
That one night we fought
About the little stuff
We went to Dunkin Donuts
And you got the blueberry glazed one
And you laughed cuz you knew it was the worst
One of the dozen
Starting to count down from ten
Aging in remember whens
When the dust clears where’s my body?
I’m with someone new
And I know that you would love her
If you met her
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Silver Toaster
01:24
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Oh my little silver toaster
Is burning off the edges of my morning frown
These days feel like roller coasters
Limp just like a ragdoll i hang upside down
I’ve been faking to all my close friends
Staring straight and walkin til i hit the coast
And then alone at home i hack off my split ends
And bury them back out the yard just so i can dig
Because the medic saw me all knotted up
And gave me a love that untangled me
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Turning 21
02:41
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And my father
Got remarried to a teacher
He’s back on loving
I hear him laughing in the morning
And my mother
Bought a truck and sold it all
To live in Wyoming
Been learning love is a strange thing
But you will always be a week away from turning 21
I’ve been working
In a warehouse filled with books
Been boxing the classics
Judging covers by habit
Ride the bus home
Watch the driver chew his evening
I see my hunger
On the faces of others
Cuz you will always be a week away from turning 21
Skate down the street where
Stands the house that i grew up in
In the driveway’s a sports car
My wheels stick to the fresh tar
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Flowing Over
03:49
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I can tell that you’re embarrassed
You’ve got a reason to be
You’ve got cash in what’s been breaking me
And I know your words are sugar but
Now’s not the best time for me
I’ve got teeth with roots down to my feet
Flowing over til I’m empty
I can see that you’re impatient
You’ve got the right to go home
But i’m not stepping in your deadzone
And i know your touch is velvet and
Now’s not the best time for me
I’ve got rug burns eating through my jeans
Flowing over til i’m empty
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Backseat
03:19
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Oh the snake that wriggles in your walls
Dreams of an orchard it can quietly slither on
Oh the hills it would comb til its scales were soft
And the sun that would greet it at every dawn
Oh it’s cold but it’s only getting colder
Oh i drove while you were sleeping in the backseat
Oh the breeze that whispers in your walls
Dreams of an ocean it could violently scream upon
Oh the waves that would mold to its every call
And the sand that would rustle with every yawn
Oh it’s cold and it’s only getting colder
Oh i drove while you were sleeping in the backseat
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Feeling Fruit
02:36
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Wednesday’s almost closing and i’m at the grocery store
I’m at the grocery store
After weeks of frozen meals
I am in the produce aisle and i’m feeling all the fruits
I am feeling all the fruits
Every wormhole every bruise
Cuz i’m stuck with the weight you gave up
When the night is crowded i can only see your face
I can only see your face
On a stranger’s healthy frame
I can’t bear your fingers drumming and i’m feeling all the words
I am feeling all your words
And the monster in your purse
Cuz I’m stuck with the weight you gave up
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I know i’m moaning away
All my mornings
And i know i’m sulking away
All my afternoons
But at night i’m alright with you
I know i’m sleeping away
Every sunrise
And i know i’m wasting the day
Crawling on my hands and knees
But the nights are alright with me
The nights are alright at me
Cuz at night i’m alright with you
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