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Two Bux
02:38
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God and I have never talked but I still play by her rules
Lust and greed they freak me out but I see the allure
Look over my shoulder as if sin even exists
Moralistic musing in the gas station like
“Two bucks, for the right protection for a few fucks.
Maybe it’s worth it.
Will my god that I never believed in be upset if I break a rule?”
Never took you serious but your guilt still touches me
It must be all that second hand faith rubbing off on me
I always liked the music maybe that’s how they got to me
Here I am all alone now thinking about how just
“Two bucks, ooh they get me feeling like I’m fucked up.
Maybe it’s worth it.
Will my god that I still don’t believe in be upset if I break a rule?”
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2. |
The Grind
03:46
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I was living in color; HD, flat screen, reclined
Comfort and leather, but the picture got dimmer
This year I could swear the water tasted way worse
And I feel sick, the water tasted way worse
I was living all over, point at a place on a map I was down to go there
But if I’m being honest, I could feel the paper dulling up that shine
I could hear the friction, I could feel the grind
Because we’re falling out of love
You were sporting some leather, over Meat is Murder
It doesn’t get better, irony like that is reserved for the TV
For the TV
Are you on the TV? No, so take that shit away from me.
You’re hung over, been up all night no light
Is this your infinite summer?
Dressed up like a king
I feel resentment boiling in my blood
I think it’s time that we give this shit up
Because we’re falling out of love
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3. |
The Devil
04:00
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The devil and angel on my shoulders are holding hands behind my back.
Oh well, I can’t change how they feel.
The absence of truth through their consummation was expected, but damn I hoped that making them bump would do something for relations.
I think I made a mistake
Because everything’s looking pretty great
And it wasn’t perfect I could tell
The white wallpaper slowly browned
And as it peeled and fell to the ground
The earth was exposed as itself
Catching my mind in the strangest places, like visions of a temperate kind of hell.
Amenities and drinks in frosted glass.
The sun in my eyes and my heart so full, I can’t tell if it’s tight from fear or love.
The mystery’s alluring and all,
But I’d like to know how to feel.
I think I made a mistake
Because everything’s looking pretty great
It feels like a lifetime on some different timeline
I’m there; in my clothes, in my skin, on my phone,
It’s me.
None of my history, feels like a part of me or my life.
But my feet touch the floor on the earth like before.
The devil and angel on my shoulders are holding hands behind my back.
Oh well, I can’t change how they feel.
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4. |
Shakin'
04:01
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I think I heard you coming
Rattled eyes touch the ceiling
The walls were clapping as you sang for me
An unintentional voyeur
A visitor from younger years
Reverberations through the drywall hang and scream
Lustful in your breathing
Explosions and soft screaming
You shook me all night long
I think I heard you coming
Breathing hard and sharp inward
Your calls came to me through the ventilation bleed
I had just gotten here
And I was completely unaware
Of the soundtrack you would later play for me
Lustful in your breathing
Explosions and soft screaming
You shook me all night long
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Dog
03:12
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“Baby my dog hasn’t let me sleep in over a month,” I said.
“Even while I speak to you its teeth dig into my flesh.
I want to kiss you but my lips twist at the pain I’m in and
I want to hold you but I just can’t get relaxed.”
For every sigh in the cold night, exhaust rolls from the rusted pipe.
Because I can’t stand another day of barking at the teeth who bite
So I’m meeting with a stranger to buy a silver bullet
And lay to rest this pest who’s tying knots inside my stomach
Here it goes
I knew that someday a shadow would go and show itself
Casting its silhouette upon the pale skin of my love
Puncturing the soft white neck
And draining out the deep blood red
It feeds at night upon the darkness in my mind.
For every sigh in the cold night exhaust rolls from the rusted pipe.
Because I can’t stand another day of barking at the teeth who bite
So I’m meeting with a stranger to buy a silver bullet
And lay to rest this pest who’s tying knots inside my stomach
Here it goes
Honey I’m sure you’re wearing thin watching my eyes grow distant
I know “I love you” sounds more like a chant lately
But I still mean it
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6. |
Separate Beds
04:06
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Separate Beds and separate bathrooms
Separate floors, same foundation
Separate lives, separate friends
Separate hearts, and same creations
Honey, we’ve got a good thing. Let’s keep our old love young.
Desperate men, desperate women
Restless wives, restless husbands
Make their days, do the dishes
Watch TV, and then fall asleep
Honey, we’ve got a good thing. Let’s keep our old love young.
Because nothing perfect lasts forever, nothing perfect lasts
Perfect is more like the weather, it comes and then will pass.
Honey, we’ve got a good thing. Let’s keep our old love young.
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7. |
Ezra and Marla
03:51
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Ezra and Marla went walking on the boardwalk
Often they’re quiet, taking it all in in silence
Their hands don’t feel the same today
He noticed her grip gets looser now every day
They’re back at home lying in bed
He knows there’s something wrong but they’re still kissing
Ezra and Marla go to work on Monday at nine o’clock
Getting more distant, they hardly say a word but they’re still in this
Their eyes now wander more than they used to
The person at reception’s kind of cute
They’re back at home lying naked
There’s a job to do so they do it
The silence says more than they ever did
It’s pulling, the ropes on the rack tighten
Where’s that smile? Where’s that kiss?
Where’s the sound? Who muted it?
I’m pretty sure this one wasn’t made so quiet
No spark can start a fire without something to burn
Ezra and Marla went walking for the last time as one
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8. |
Halos
04:22
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Perhaps one’s indulgence strips their clothes away
Lays them in a bed and keeps their pain at bay
Wakes them up each morning to a smiling face
Before they see its forked tongue flick between its fangs
And I think you could be another Vegas star
Cocaine in a limo near New York, New York
To wake up with no sense of who or where you are
Glitter in the drain every morning wash
Next thing you know; you’re lost on a road that you do know
The rings around the streetlights shine like halos
And if they’re watching, the angels are certainly gawking
Mouths agape at the extent you choose to test their patience
No one means can hold you in for long enough
It’s not particular the way you seek that rush
The destination is not the fuel to the search
Or else the regular visits would lift the curse
Next thing you know; you’re lost on a road that you do know
The rings around the streetlights shine like halos
And if they’re watching, the angels are certainly gawking
Mouths agape at the extent you choose to test their patience
And seldom, when I hear you singing the night’s songs,
do I feel a thing in my heart but sometimes I’ll tap in time.
And often when the days are getting dark in the spaces I’ve been living
I’ll reach out my fingers to your side.
And seldom, when I hear you singing that night song,
do I feel a thing in my heart but sometimes I’ll tap in time.
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9. |
Around the Sun
03:07
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I awoke in the cleanest bedsheets on earth
In the dreaded morning the air felt like a curse
Behind the counter with the drawer we organize the bills
In the early of the morning, took the car for a fill
What’s the date? I can’t remember.
Spinning around the sun until we burn up.
In the lines between traffic, familiar and clean.
In the hands of the headrest, I nearly fell asleep.
Constant push of conditioned air dries my face and skin.
I got distracted just chewing on my pen.
I took the ink all in.
What’s the date? I can’t remember.
Spinning around the sun until we burn up.
You wouldn’t survive without dependence on something
Drinks or big cigars
Drugs prescribed or self-sought
You wouldn’t survive without a way to pass the time
Clothes or antique cars
Songs once heard then forgot
What’s the date? I can’t remember.
Spinning around the sun until we burn up.
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Mirror
03:15
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I woke up this morning with a tightness in my chest
From a dream whose hands were wrapped around my neck
No matter what my waking life has shown to be fact
When I find space my going goes running straight back
But in your arms I feel secure, like all my questions are of no concern
I’ve been looking all around the grocery store
For proof I am who I’ve been without question years before
And it feels shallow because I know my heart is yours
The answer bears no weight inside my chest until I’m forced
But in your arms I feel secure, like all my questions are of no concern
And I can’t see a mirror without wondering how the hell I ended up so caught up inside my head that I can’t get out.
And I want to be honest with myself, but my permission still comes with doubt.
How can a cynic find the truth if he can’t even find himself?
And I can’t see a mirror without wondering how the hell I ended up so caught up inside my head that I can’t get out.
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11. |
The Truth
02:17
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I don’t mind killing time, hang the clock at midnight see if I care
I don’t mind darkness; I know the sun is just behind the curtain
Burning up, burning up
Ooh I’d love to blame it on the sun
I don’t mind killing time, patience is a virtue of a strong mind
I don’t mind darkness; I see it every night up in the sky
Burning up, burning up
Ooh I’d love to blame it on the sun
When I’m with you I don’t feel like I’m running from the truth.
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