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Vain Ode to My Loved Ones
I guess it’s all because I’m vain
And I just want to be your angel
But I’m no angel
I’m lonely and afraid
And I don’t have the strength for strength
And I just want to be you savior
But I’m no savior
I just want to heal your pain
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01:15
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156
We can lie to ourselves and that’s fine
We do it all the time
That’s how we get through life
Everything I say is a lie and that’s fine
I do it all the time
Because I am alive
For now
Palm reader gambling debts are too high
A cast of characters uttering permanent lines
Reversing signs and changing sides
Figure eight minds operate carousel rides
We paid the ticket price to watch our childhoods die
Oh my, my how these kids rewind
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Islands of Isolated Dreams
We found this ground to build upon
In the tall grass near some purple pond
We counted shooting stars ‘till
The moon was far from
Velvet visions of who we are
Islands of isolated dreams
Like there’s nothing you’d tell me I don’t already think
So let us drink our tea
On a two way street
Assume nothing is as it seems
Turn on the high beams
Notice light shine on you and me
So turn on the brights
If that’s what it takes to face the night
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Born to Fun or Addicted to Fun/Now I Feel Like Shit
There’s a hole in my head
Everything seems to drain right through it
Oh yeah
I can’t get out of bed
Got my laptop and my meds
Oh yeah
I should probably be dead
But I’m high as hell instead
Oh yeah
Now I feel like shit
Coming down
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Plea
01:39
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Plea
Chances feel thin
I’m gonna win
All late disengaged
Making more up
Making more up ‘cuz I can’t choose
Can I cop a plea?
Damn, are those pictures of me
Spotty lighting making from other screens
Yeah, the walls start to change
Some strangers clothes
In a little yellow locket
Time’s talking
Installed
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The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
*instrumental*
Drum sounds courtesy of Just Blaze
(Thank you Just Blaze, seriously so fucking generous of you)
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Doubled Up, Going Down
01:30
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Doubled Up, Going Down
When the questions and answers are the same
Those desires that you crave only breed suffering
Build your wall, hope it makes you feel safe
Baby you’re so brave are you afraid of being afraid?
I recall dancing with you in the dark
Now it hurts to sleep alone, I guess you done left your mark
Styrofoam cup
Doubled up
Tastes like I’m going down
While following lines of snow
When the blood hits it makes no sound
Because I was a slave to dancing on my grave
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Chicago
01:40
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Chicago
Tiny sunflowers in the vase on your kitchen table
Today you got a new tattoo
You spin the bottle just to peel off the label
I have nothing for you
Someday I’ll make a plan
Then I’ll know what to do
When we get to Chicago we will be alright
Alright? Alright...
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Paging Dr. Benway
01:21
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Paging Dr. Benway
(All phrases taken or based on William S. Burroughs’ ‘The Soft Machine’)
Shoot your way to freedom kid
In your invisible and persistent dream body
As the whole temple came down
You fixed in the sick dawn flutes of Ramadan
The Dead Man writes for you
Familiar faces in vacant lots
Draws those formulas on the floor
Dodging limestone skulls
Thought in focus of heavy blue silence
Cigarette holes in the pink blanket
Running loose looking for priests
Stages of disgusting metamorphosis
It could happen again here
Free yourself from the control beam
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Black Market Vampires
01:38
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Black Market Vampires
That old lady smoking black market cigarettes
Visions of Jesus in her cocktails
Smells of locker rooms in a summer dawn
Pushing towards the drugstore, twice daily
Certainly shows symptoms of suffocation
A widow in a window measuring bridge heights
Bears witness to a lifetime of executions
Flash of an old jalopy veering of the highway
Deep-fried nervous system still seering
Finds herself yelling at vending machines
Recalls glorious drunken Panama nights
A whole town full of broken cheering vessels
When she steps out of the control beam
The damaged cartilage and bruises sing
Stirs dark clouds of Moscow in a cold drink
Watches black-market ashes fall
Burning through her last clean shawl
Sad desperation glance into her chemical lake
Just a reflection of the walking dead
Keep garlic on your breath
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Leeches
01:32
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Leeches
The vultures are moving closer
And the cops are creeping ‘cross the street
This isn’t paranoia
This is something worse
I don’t have a heart to leave
Leeches linger in the living room
For the crumbs they found on the floor
Crawling alongside the dead
Remember afternoons we spent
Sleeping in the graveyard
Take to the sky
Believe in old lies
Oh my, my
Let us fall into the sky
Believe in old lies
We’re caught between two lives
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Rosaries
01:35
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Rosaries
All the medicine hidden in your pocket
Rosaries for red rosy cheeks
Catholic guilt takes off like a rocket
There’s more to ‘we’ than our ‘I’s’ can see
Does my higher power forgive me?
If so, how do I forgive me?
Fill a tall glass baby
Take another trip to the pharmacy
‘Cuz your problems sure ain’t free
Doctors ain’t cheap
As drugs get weak
No faith to believe
That your problems sure ain’t free
Doctors ain’t cheap
Chemicals get weak
Hang a rosary for me
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Something for Always
01:45
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Something for Always
Light in
The right spin
Biking an excited heroine
Fixing up all your skin
If the damages win
You got nothing to spend
Take fire from heaven
And bring it to hell
Fighting an enlightened heroine
Fixing up all your skin
If the damages win
You got nothing to spend
Fixing up all your skin
If the damages win
You got nothing to lose
Searching for a fixing for a something for always
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