1. |
Intro/Amazing Grace
03:56
|
|||
2. |
Liver
02:57
|
|||
|
Twelve days drunk,
and all I'm [writing/riding] is tylenol PM to sleep
If I can hold this all together
Would you come back and hold me?
And I've heard you upstairs with my roommate
And it's hard to say I'm proud and not in pain
I just want the feelin of bein normal,
the feelin of feelin fine
How long can I rely...
(on fakin it, fakin it)
How long can I rely...
(on fakin it, fakin it)
How long can I rely on someone else to provide the inspiration?
Twelve days sober
I've got shrapnel in my mouth
That says I'm never coming out to see or play a show in town
And I've seen youj
in my girlfriend's documentary
And it's hard to think I could do somethin so sweet
I just want the feelin of bein important enough to speak my mind
How long can I rely...
(on fakin it, fakin it)
How long can I rely...
(on fakin it, fakin it)
How long can I rely on someone else to provide the inspiration?
I'd like to thank my liver
She's been there for me since 1991
She could tell you stories about
All the fun I've ever had and
Every illness I've been far too gone to witness
I owe her at least this
How long can I rely...
(on fakin it, fakin it)
How long can I rely...
(on fakin it, fakin it)
How long can I rely on somethin else besides what's
Inside of me?
|
||||
3. |
Pinky
01:24
|
|||
|
[instrumental]
|
||||
4. |
Running Alone
04:01
|
|||
|
I was so sure of myself on the run
That I would just step on the shoulders of anyone
Walking the same way, the same direction
But I’m too afraid of getting there to ask for directions
[Sat/Sad] in the kitchen, mold on the bread
Wandering endlessly, bored on the Internet
Starved out of ignorance grown from neglect
I can’t seem to give myself any respect
And where, where, where,
where does it get me
Now that I’m nowhere there’s nowhere to go
To hide from the feelings that I left at home
I feel fickle and nervous too much to get stoned
And I’m tired of running, running alone
And where, where, where,
Where does it get me?
(Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere)
where, where, where,
Where does it get me?
(Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere)
I came out of hiding, looking half-dead
You were the sun shining, keeping my shadow fed
Full of the darkness that keeps me on edge
Your love in my life is the knife and the tourniquet
Your love in my life is the knife and the tourniquet
Your love in my life is the knife and the tourniquet
Your love in my life makes me feel something infinite
|
||||
5. |
||||
|
Love Me Dearly
Love me So
Say my name when
You walk in the door
I picked a good name, a good name,
Love to sleep in separate beds
Always share the same sh*t
Goin back to basics
Live in some oasis
Seventeen hundred square
Paid if you make it
Oh but just try to help yourself out
You'll get bored bein bored
Growing bored being bored,
Growing bored being bored,
Growing bored being bored, of it all
Love me dearly
Love me sweet
Take my picture
I am complete
And you milk that how? and you milk that
how does it feel to rot yourself out
And you milk that how? and you milk that
how does it feel to know you own a war
Try to help yourself out
You'll get bored bein bored
Growing bored being bored,
Growing bored being bored,
Growing bored being bored of it all
|
||||
6. |
Head in the Oven
02:19
|
|||
|
Chew my lip until it's cracked and bleeding
Choke on water can't afford to clean it
Make a decision but it's not my problem
I'll do whatever got my head in the oven
Head in the oven
Garlic rottin' in the corner pantry
Potatoes forgotten sproutin new roots in the dark
We're cutting coupons they say "House looks fancy!
How close is it to sleepin in Clark Park?"
I saw my friend, he looked a lot like jesus
Holdin a steel reserve, in need of a kleenex
He said "The problem is so deep inside me.
I wanted to hide but now I just feel sorry"
just feel sorry
I just feel sorry
I've seen more overdoses in that house now
Than anywhere I've had the pleasure hangin out
One night I asked my friend to slap me stupid
They held me tight til I was safely passed out
They always know what I'm about
[1,2,3,4!]
|
||||
7. |
I hardly know her
02:38
|
|||
|
She'll be ripping apart at the seams
She'll be younger and taller than me
She'll be opening objects of infinite horror right into the sight of your dreams
She'll be helping you all pay the rent
(better living outside in a tent)
She'll be full of surprises
and helping you digest
with bubbles in jars and green plants
She's all for encore
She's strong and unsure
"She's probably a killer!",
you'd probably ignore that hole in her side
She'll be sweating it at the protest
She'll be fighting the cops in a dress
She'll be nervous in public and nervous at home but she couldn't do anything less
She'll be holding your bottle all night
When you wake up she's right in your sight
She's a bird in a forest and loves a good chorus and
Hearin "that rules" I feel right
She's all for encore
She's strong and unsure
"She's probably a killer!",
you'd probably ignore that hole in her side
~She'll be gone a whole year at a time
She'll be only inside of your mind
She'll be living in Boston and
Holding a grudge
She can do what she wants with her time
~She'll be gone a whole month at a time ( They probly
She'll be only inside of your mind ( go by different
She'll be lost in Chicago and ( names and
Tuned into Bravo ( pronouns
She'll do what she wants with her time ( by this time
~She'll be gone a whole day at a time ( I'm sure
And I never get to say goodbye ( but that's fine
She's all for encore
She's strong and unsure
"She's probably a killer!",
you'd probably love that hole in your side
|
||||
8. |
Girl Jeans
04:19
|
|||
|
I should change my shirt
I should cut my bangs
I should get a set of earrings that
Hang, hang, hang,
To the bottom of my shoulders
Round the lacing of my bra
So I get free drinks at the
Bar, Bar, Bar,
I should tell you that I'm sorry
'Cause I didn't understand
I should plan for the future
'Cause it's comin up again
I should be a better Leo
I should be a better four
I don't ever use my twitter
'Cause I don't know what its for
I feel so perfect
I feel so perfect
[chorus riff]
When I wash my face
i've got very special stuff
'Cause I wear a lot of makeup
And I need a lot of love
I could keep a stern record and
Report it for my job
But no matter what I do
I don't really know the cost of
Keepin up appearances,
A sinner in a church,
Empty pockets for the tithe
'Cause I don't know what I'm worth
I feel so worthless
I feel so worthless
[chorus riff]
|
||||
9. |
Atlas, at Last
03:45
|
|||
|
You focus on your future
The dice have been cast
You rip up your sutures
Signing your cast
The globe you lift is heavy
Plaster-cast
But you don't mind it
You love to find you're
Atlas, at Last
And you give up
You give up
All of your time (x3)
You don't pick up your phone now
You're swimming in debt
Want it to be a[lone/loan] now
Baby you bet
You're way down in the deep end
Afraid to get wet
You say it's not so bad
You make the most of
Bein depressed
And you give up
You give up
All of your time(x3)
|
||||
10. |
Obelisk
04:33
|
|||
|
Can you be a ghost while you're still alive?
Lean and touch your toes like you're frankenstein
Standin there in public with your shoes untied
I don't wanna be the apple of your eye
I don't wanna be the apple of your eye
I don't wanna be the apple of your eye
I don't wanna be the apple of your eye
Love to take a trip to a southern state
Warmth and hospitality I can't complain
Maybe they won't notice that I'm different
I don't wanna have to fight the war today
I don't wanna have to fight the war today
I don't wanna have to fight the war today
I don't wanna have to fight the war today
I'm not a catalyst for the generation
I am an obelisk of man's temptation
I'm tired of dealing with this frustration I
Just need you to take it, take it slow
Bored of bein obvious to those like me
And still fightin to be truly seen
Deforested but I can't take leave
I don't wanna be seen as the enemy
I don't wanna be seen as the enemy
I don't wanna be seen as the enemy
I don't wanna be seen as the enemy
I'm not a catalyst for the generation
I am an obelisk of man's temptation
I'm tired of dealing with this frustration I
Just need you to take it, take it slow
You were all
In the fold
I was old
I was old
Before I got to be young
Before I got to be young
Before I got to be young
Before I got to be young
|
||||
11. |
Daylight Savings Time
03:57
|
|||
|
When you wake up in the morning
Nothing's going on
There's nothing to figure out
Everybody looks at you with
Smiling faces
Never a trace of doubt
Could you wake up every morning just like that?
You could hang your hat up, sit back, and relax
Curl up tight under the covers
Simply slide into a dream
You don't need to take a shower
You don't need to do a thing
Did we get an extra hour?
I don't worry; nothing is as it seems.
Could you wake up every morning just like that?
You could hang your hat up, sit back, and relax
|
||||
12. |
||||
13. |
||||
|
Feel the blood in the soil and your instrument in hand
Bidding war with the firelight inside your empty head
It begs the question:
Do you love it, or are you letting go?
Your open palm says neither yes or no
It only wants something to hold
It only wants something to hold
It only wants something to hold
When it feels low
Like a baby bright and glistening
Crying in its bed
It's pressed to learn what is missing
In its mouth, or in its fist
It begs the question:
Do you love it, or will it help you grow?
Your open eyes watchin train wrecks just to know
That we're all goin somewhere
We're all goin somewhere
We're all goin somewhere that we know
(aaahs)
Salt is playin with your lover as you're
Drivin up the coast
Salt is working in the garden,
Growing God between your toes
It begs the question:
Do you love it or is it just like home?
Your open heart with no pistol at its throat...
It only wants to keep you guessing
Only wants to keep you guessing
I am tired of just undressing for the clothes
Feel your evidence inside me like a hundred dollar bill...
Feel the long day subsiding as I'm climbin up that hill
It begs the question:
Should I keep you, or should I let you go?
|
||||
noera Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Recording and Live project headed by Prudence Delilah
If you like noera, you may also like:
supported by 5 fans who also own “Bird in Flight, Done in Soap”
Buy one for yourself and three more for friends you know need to hear this beautiful collection of songs. The band really honors the core songs and takes them further. Give her a follow on Instagram to hear how great her song ideas are from the beginning. Go see her perform live if the situation allows. Enjoy. Support. Amplify.
go to album
supported by 4 fans who also own “Bird in Flight, Done in Soap”
this album was a big part of my playlists while i was studying abroad in paris! good memories :)
go to album
supported by 4 fans who also own “Bird in Flight, Done in Soap”
No notes this band rules it is angry it is beautiful it is sad it is defiance it will grant you the ability to kill a god.
go to album
Hooky-as-hell guitar pop from this Brooklyn artist that explores the ways people we have known live in us beyond death.
go to album
Where the Heart Is
by Sweet Pill
A confident blend of emo, pop, and hardcore from the rising Philadelphia band, featuring introspective lyrics and churning melodies.
go to album
Rising Philadelphia band balance oversized pop punk hooks with vivid, intimate lyrics, presenting a raw, honest vision of guitar music.
go to album
Thrill of Living
by The Human Fly
supported by 4 fans who also own “Bird in Flight, Done in Soap”
go to album
