1. |
Golden Violence
02:12
|
|||
A circle of trees surrounds a field of weeds
And a crooked chimney guards
The bones of a Midwest home
Who's burnt frame is a trellis growing
And up climb their vines
Slumped shoulders of giants
Golden violence and peace burnt to a crisp
Smoke haunts the clothes
Abandoned in the chest of drawers
But what's left when the meaning is not?
What's left when the meaning is not?
What's left when the meaning is not?
What's left when the meaning is not?
|
||||
2. |
Death in Spring
02:59
|
|||
A life turned ugly
From too much living
A life turned so ugly
A life turned so
In the Spring
When the world is ill
Fury and blind will
Consumes everything
In the Spring
When the world is ill
Fury and blind will
Consumes everything
A life turned ugly
Can hardly see through the trees
A life turned so ugly
The leaves they surround me
A life turned so ugly
It turns me a sickly green
In the Spring
When the world is ill
Fury and blind will
Consumes everything
In the Spring
When the world is ill
Fury and blind will
Consumes everything
|
||||
3. |
Yesterday's Flowers
03:21
|
|||
Paint the walls back to white
And pack the boxes tight
And all that we leave are borrowed clothes
And roses drying upside down
Sun starts shining on the dawn of a new age
And I start saying bitter things
I thought I'd never say
Yesterday's flowers wilting in the vase
Can you still look at me the same?
Can you still look at me the same?
I don't know
Do you?
Do me a favor before you go
Turn the thermostat low
There's no use in wasting the heat
When no one's home
Mildew's growing on the fruit that you'd been saving
Don't push back that special occasion
There's no use in rotting too
'Cuz when the future's not quite what you thought
Then why should you assume you'd be somewhere you're not?
I don't know
Do you?
Do me a favor before you go
Turn the thermostat low
There's no use in wasting the heat
When no one's home
Paint the walls back to white
And pack the boxes tight
And all that we leave are borrowed clothes
And roses drying upside down
|
||||
4. |
Torn Pocket
03:18
|
|||
We cut the pieces ourselves
And somehow wound up with the least
Happy to starve for any old cause, any old cause
No matter how lost
With every foothold found a revelation is forgotten
Shiny fallen coins from a torn pocket
With every foothold found a revelation is forgotten
Shiny fallen coins from a torn pocket
As we scale the masonry walls to ivory clouds
An unnatural rivalry sprung up within me
Between the soft lips of bliss, oh bliss
And truth's emory cloth
With every foothold found a revelation is forgotten
Shiny fallen coins from a torn pocket
With every foothold found a revelation is forgotten
Shiny fallen coins from a torn pocket
We cut the pieces ourselves
And knew damn well how small they could get
We're happy to starve for any old cause, any old cause
No matter how lost
|
||||
5. |
Guard on Duty
04:31
|
|||
Sneaking through the window despite the unhinged door
There's no guard on duty or spotlight on the yard
Even those dogs are sleeping, they couldn't hear an anvil fall
So roll the car out in neutral with the engine off
So I'm unrolling fence and mounting alarms
Painting stripes on my clothtes
Putting bars on the doors
But I'm still sneaking out the window
To play cards with the guards
To give treats to the dogs
To make sure my car is parked
|
||||
6. |
American Rising TNT
03:49
|
|||
There is a great power
In the irresistible force of love
I read that once
As I sold fireworks
In a Walmart parking lot
As my pale skin caught the sun
And I intently listened
As wheels pushed cars
Through wild summer winds
And bands of plastic flags
Start rustling
There is no smoking
For at least ten feet
American Rising TNT
|
||||
7. |
Trophy Case
03:00
|
|||
God came down to apologize to my face
All this wrong, well, it's embarrassing
To make up he gathered the villains who wronged me
Their heads sunk low as they unroll their tongues
And one by one
They say I was
Destined for a lack of appreciation
My story will live on forever
In a trophy case made my specifications
I don't know how you believed that
You had the devil on his knees
It's the oldest trick conceived
I don't know how you believed that
You had the devil on his knees
It's the oldest trick conceived
Come on ya baby
One by one
They say I was
Destined for a lack of appreciation
My story will overextend its stay
In a musty trophy case in the basement
|
Streaming and Download help
Curfews recommends:
If you like Curfews, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp