Lyrics
Fill In The Blanks
Another time, another place
Each single moment is a still frame
My brain fills in the blanks
My brain fills in the blanks
Seems like we’re moving
A vace, a face, which is which
Each single moment is an illusion
My brain fills in the blanks
My brain fills in the blanks
Seems like we’re something
Another drop, another sip
Each single moment is a reaction
My brain fills in the blanks
My brain fills in the blanks
Feels like we’re drowning
My body’s water too.
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The Aging Mold
There’s a troll under the Golden Bridge
Looking for a bone.
His polarizing flaccid thoughts
Bend and fold to the aging mold
There’s a globe inside the loony-bin
Looking for itself
Its polarizing temperament
A nucleus in its crowded cell
A plane flies through the static folds
To bring me back to Earth
Finally I’m back at home
The TV sifts through the snowy worth
I left my breath in San Francisco
Left it on the bus
The fog moves in like groovy disco
Easy come
Easy go
Finally I’m back at home
Bend and fold to the aging mold
Animals
How many mentors does it take to change a lightbulb?
No one ever writes that joke.
You don’t want to feel poorly
Of your brother, sister, hero, friend
You don’t want to see
What they really are
Just stubborn hunks of flesh
We’re animals, people
We’re animals
You come to an end
Just like you had a beginning
At one time you were nothing
And you’ll be nothing again
Well i feel like nothing right now
I’m lying on my bed
Like i was trying to smother myself
Like failed evolution
Because we’re animals, people
We’re animals
In the center of the Earth
There is a forward forceful spin
Time, life, love, pain,
Hatred is
And you are a forward forceful spin
You’re a forward forceful spin
And you’re an animal
We’re animals
We’re animals, people
We’re animals
Go Away Ghost
The sidewalk turned gray
As dusk propelled
Last hues to the cars
All tightly packed
The sunset chilled earth’s crust
With tact
My nose and ears
Were numb and cracked
Honey spoke with stubborn speech
She spoke slowly on her feet
And I’m awkward now
A customary gift of opening up to me
Now, sit like a good boy
And go away ghost
Go away ghost
I was slightly drunk and inquisitive
Asked if I could have a drag of her cigarette
“You are not a man” she said
“You’re an anxious fish caught on sacred land
And I won’t let you off the hook
Your sadness is grossing me out of this house
Like a spirit who thinks I’m an heir of his spouse”
Go away ghost
Go away ghost
I’m so preoccupied with death
It’s why I don’t speak
I need to listen
I’m listening for your breath
Listening for your heart
Listening for the start of the end
I’m so preoccupied with death
I’m listening for your breath
Listening for your heart
Listening for the start of the end
Call The Man Down
I found myself across the land
Across Pennsylvania
-
The orange painted leaves on wood
Blocked the crossing ease
And concrete sloths
Lounged around
You and I were a drifting breeze
Down we head
Down to the ground
You got ahead of me
Call the man down
Gather up his flowers
Call the man down
Silent like a liar
Blind like a bat
Time is a wino’s cellar
Tasting rack by rack
And drunk we get
Off love and hate
You and I were a drifting breeze
Down we head
Down to the ground
You got ahead of me
Call the man down
Gather up his flowers
Call the man down
It's Fine, It's Swell
In the house of furniture,
I sit on the floor.
I can't take no more.
I can't take no more.
In the house of learning,
I lick my lips,
picking the answers
That I'm going to miss.
Well the sidewalk calls my name again.
I go back home, see how it's been.
It's fine, it's swell.
I dine, I feel alone again.
In the house of tap water,
I stand at the sink.
I fill up my jar
with refreshing drink.
In the house of Belvedere,
I flap my eyes.
I dust away
all of my pride.
Well the pencil calls my name again.
I sit up straight and grab the pen.
It's fine, it's swell.
I write, I feel at home again. x2
Bury My Bones
If I was a dog,
I'd bury my bones in your backyard
because I do a lot
when you're gone from home.
You're always leaving me alone.
If I was a cat,
I'd land on my feet.
Stuck in your tree,
you could never reach me.
If you were a ghost,
you'd haunt my home.
Oh, you might as well.
You already haunt my dreams.
Off my leash, I'm running free!
Can't you see I'll always be
a little lost?
If I was a dog,
I'd bury my bones in your backyard. x3
Plants and Books
When I met you I was stuck
in a barrel.
You lifted my lid.
How unexpected!
I didn't want my lid lifted.
Well, nothing flew out.
I just stared back at the microscope.
Things just grew in.
I became an ecosystem.
You teach me like the moss
teaches the rock where the sun is.
You read me like a sheet
of emotional instructions.
But I'm not a plant
and you're not a book.
We can't help but share
the same amazed look.
Oh, I wish I caught you
peering around my darkness.
Fear is irrelevent
when it has a purpose.
But nothing flew out.
I just stared back at the microscope.
Things just grew in.
I became an ecosystem.
You teach me like the moss
teaches the rock where the sun is.
You read me like a sheet
of emotional instructions.
But you're not a plant
and I'm not a book.
We can't help but share...
You're not a plant
and I'm not a book.
We can't help but share
the same confused look.
The Root
Hope is the bird that perches
on the soul.
How does it fly there?
Why does it fly there?
I divide myself.
I divide myself.
I divide myself
in search of the root.
Wisdom resonates
at an old soul frequency.
We each travel
at a harmonic
of it naturally.
Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen
Through the air:
the vibrating strings of mind.
For the care:
that rich ritual of mine.
Through the air, through the air.
Change is the wind
that ripples the soul.
How does it blow there?
Why does it go there?
I divide myself.
I divide myself.
I divide myself
in search of the root.
Wisdom resonates
at an old soul frequency.
We each travel
at a harmonic
of it naturally.
Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen
Through the air:
the vibrating strings of mind.
For the care:
that rich ritual of mine.
Through the air, through the air. x2
Footsies With The Mountains
Trust is like a golden eagle perching on a branch
Holds his face out to the wind making his feathers dance
If another bird gets close to him he looks back to his nest
Sings out his beak, puffs out his chest
Is he crazy for thinking that I might clip his wings
Is he crazy for thinking that he knows everything?
Because i’m the one who likes to play footsies with the mountains
Resentment is an avalanche looking for a path
Holds on to the peak and hard as she can
If a climber comes on by trying to shake things loose
She rattles at the top and then comes roaring through
Is she crazy for thinking that she cannot hold back
Is she crazy for thinking that she needs to attack
Because I’m the one who likes to play footsies with the mountains
I’m the one who likes to play footsies with the mountains
I like to think my bloodline is thicker than the fog
Blocks my will to fade into the dark
I just sit here like a weakling
Hoping she won’t lose me
Hoping she can use me while she can
Because I’m the one who likes to play footsies with the mountains
I’m the one who likes to play footsies with the mountains
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Come Out Clean
You want to show me the ocean
So you take me by the hand
Show me that hydrogen oxygen blend
But I gotta tell you buddy
I gotta tell you man
That if you take one step closer
I will knock you in the sand
Now you’re walking home on demand
Now you hop behind the curtain and take a bath
No, no, no one’s dabbling
No, no, no one’s thinking sin
N,o no, no one’s calling in to see
If you come out clean.
You woke up in a tizzy
You had a dream about the man
Who stole your innocence when you were just a kid
And he’s sitting on the couch again
He turns up the fan
Says “If you know what’s good for you
You’ll shut your fucking mouth”
Now you’re walking home on demand
Now you hop behind the curtain and take a bath
No, no, no one’s dabbling
No, no, no one’s thinking sin
No, no, no one’s calling in to see
If you come out clean.
You wouldn’t recognize me now.
My weight is fluctuating, evaporating into a cloud
Rain is pouring down.
No, no, no-one’s dabbling
No, no, no-one’s thinking sin
No, no, no-one’s calling in to see
If you come out clean.
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Bomb Bright
I’m sitting on the Facebook wall
Window-shopping like I’m at the mall
In the end I think I’ll troll on Reddit
What if we go for a stroll?
The weather really couldn’t be better
My motivation couldn’t be wetter
So let’s find a place to swim or
Sit for a while
Let the Earth spin around our lucky heads
And tighten up the light bulb
Tighten up the light bulb
Get bomb bright
At heart I’m an ocean kid
I don’t want to talk politics
I just want to sit under the night sky
And maybe we’ll hum along
Around a fire or a concert hall
Either way we’ll drink up all the beer my girlfriend made
And sit for a while
Let the Earth spin around our lucky heads
And tighten up that light bulb
Tighten up that light bulb
Get bomb bright
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Nobody Knows
You talk to the voices in your head
Like they are members of your band
Take it up boys
Take it on down
You act all serious like a big old delirious
Son of a bitch who likes to hear itself
Nobody knows what’s wrong with you
Nobody knows what’s wrong with you
Any more than you do
You sink like a ship in the cold spring breeze
You think so hard on your bony knees
Maybe it’s time to calculate your lie
You climb to the top of a big mountain
Dig your cleats in the ice like a python
Swallow your pride and
Calculate your life
Nobody knows what’s wrong with you
Nobody knows what’s wrong with you
Any more than you do
They know you don’t mess around
They know you don’t mess with crowds
Like a dog in the wild
Like the virtue of a child
Like you’re running the last mile
Nobody knows what’s wrong with you
Nobody knows what’s wrong with you
Nobody knows what’s wrong with you
Any more than you do.