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Old Man Youth
02:24
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Old Man Youth
You’ll wanna hold your youth close
like gripping tight to frozen rails, racing down the cemetery hill,
and running to your house against sunset.
Broke into the factory, this time all alone.
Looking for someone to sing with
instead
you’ll bury my bones.
Sink these words: let them rot into an empty song.
Cuz I crawl back and my head splits-
my thoughts twist into knots.
I thought I could keep this dream up (got nothing in return).
So sink these words.
Staring over the shimmer and the glow
I reach through
but I can’t go back. I’ll never go back.
But i’m holding on...
I’m holding on, while moving on.
But how long will this last?
I miss your smiling face.
Somehow these memories all turn sour.
This is an empty town of ghosts, and they have no voice.
So I won’t let you sing alone.
We won’t let you sing alone.
No we won’t let you sing alone.
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The Real Coney Island
02:25
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The Real Coney Island
It’s been another year crossed off in escape.
Indifferent and exhausted.
We left our badges buried deep beneath the sand-
you just press your head against those glassy grains.
The tide keeps rolling in. The tide keeps rolling.
I came to, choking up salt,
drifting farther than I ever should have been.
Theres no direction in this fog.
Still I drift along.
We don't have time to count the stars
but we're constantly reminding ourselves
just how fucking small we are.
I came to, choking up salt,
drifting farther than I ever should have been.
Theres no direction in this fog.
Still I drift along.
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Cuts and Scars
Days go by in the blink of an eye,
And the alcohol and petrol fumes won’t cover up this stench of life,
We’ll die in broken cars,
Beating hearts,
Bleeding out inside,
Running away, living on empty.
I can’t breathe in without scratching my own eyes,
I can’t breathe in without wishing my life away.
Took a guess at the end before I started page two,
But I was wrong I was a fool,
We’ll never agree, we’re never to blame,
While you’re working for the weekend coming up,
I’m just working so my life won’t fade away,
Running away, living on empty.
I’m reading the story of my life,
It’s not about waiting for the storm to pass,
It’s all about dancing in the rain,
My memory fades,
The proof is blunt,
My words have got me so far,
I’m always picking my cuts and scars.
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High Hopes and Low Expectations
All my friends are unsatisfied with the way things seem to go.
I fell in love on the south bay shore when she cried,
"Why is it that we have to go back home?"
So i screamed, and she dies, a little more each day that I'm alive,
I know I'm gonna throw it all away,
They say we can't be free,
And we'll never leave,
We're stuck forever in this lonely town of ours,
And all my dreams, by the morning became nightmares,
So I'm staring at the sun to send me blind,
And no one ever told me things would be easy,
But no one ever showed me its a waste of time,
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