Glom - Multiply
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Glom - Multiply
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my arms were open
my heart was stolen
when the tears start falling
i just keep rolling
but for the moment
my arms are open
when the tears start falling
i just keep rolling
i can't turn back
i'm always dreaming
nothing's at all the way i'm feeling
i'm off the track
i'm only dreaming
things aren't as awful as they're seeming
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Nolie - MVP
04:19
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mark mcgwire broke every record
but he was juicin'
juicin' all the time
sammy sosa weren't that much different
both got caught cheatin'
cheatin' while they were changin'
i kept dreaming
of my life changing
a second stringer
gets a second chance
and i'm not very superstitious
and i'm not gonna do my dishes
but a lucky swing is still a hit
and i'll drive up outta town for you
gonna strike out at the mound for you
gonna take by storm this whole damn league
while i know you well, and you don't know me
gonna drive up outta town for you
gonna strike out at the mound for you
gonna take by storm this whole damn league
i'm your fucked up lyin' mvp
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twin apparitions of a ten part show
playing in the back of every bar we know
isn’t it sweet
she’s looking at me
and everybody and their mother knows
this type of concentration can’t be broken
by this or that or the other
my eyes are open for you
six bearded pool sharks in a cloud of smoke
sipping on gin and tonics that are strong enough to kill us both
what they don’t know about me
is I’m a hot fuck in denim
i don’t watch tv
this type of concentration can’t be broken
by this or that or the other
my eyes are open for you
dancing in a rainstorm
sing into the stars
riding on an appaloosa
in the vision of a crystal ball
no you can’t be broken by this or that or the other
oh, maybe i was wrong
would you tell me if i was?
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your eyes are like a curtain
and the sun goes through it
and a crystalline expression questions
some kind of fall from grace
reflecting green shadows
through black shutter curls
cruciform fossils lay
excavated on your memory
like plaster casted lover sees
the kiss became the only thing
the ever really mattered
to a vesuvian world
my thoughts die out slowly
on the blood swept plains where
i see you every night
and to the lonely hours
it's like burning the furniture
to keep the house bright at night
the night is getting late
and all the horns have been blown
and the drummer's looking cock-eyed
on his rusty metal throne
and i'm somewhere in the distance
and you're somewhere at home
and i'm waiting for the money
so i buy another drink
like a pile of dirty dishes
you carry yourself to the sink
the lake is out there freezing
but it's doubly alone
if your heart's not in it
then your heart's not in it
then your heart's not in it
if your heart's not in it
then your heart's not in it
then your heart's not in it
if your heart can't take it
and my heart can't take it
and my heart can't take it
if my heart can't take it
then my heart can't take it
the my heart can't take it
my thoughts die out slowly
on the wind swept panes where
i see you every night
and to the lonely hours
it's like burning the furniture
to keep the house bright at night
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Nicola Leel - 5913
03:29
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stumble into new life
relics remain sidelined
pick out a tape with your old name
5913 is the marked date
say it again five times
alternate friend with the kind eyes
don’t you forget all that’s finite
pictures in stripes
faces doe-eyed
withering certainty
softening lens
under a different guise
this never ends
let it dissolve slowly
carve out a line from what holds me
open your hand for the last time
do what you’re doing and you’ll be fine
stop count at 88
time is unwound
in the alternative
i wore you down
over a satellite
standing your ground
in the alternative
i wore you down
stumble into new life
relics remain, sidelined
pick out a tape with your old name
5913 is the marked date
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Gaadge - Flora
03:39
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Moon By Moon - Big
04:34
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try weeding all the ivy out
and learning what it's all about
i check my compass and i live without
i'm seeing the whole garden now
it's notable if nothing more
high tide returning to the shore
i need it bad whole body's sore
moon glow, wave crash, just like before
air mattress in the studio
it wasn't all that long ago
love was a place i once called home
i wish i could call you but i don't
i wish i had known what i now know
it's big i get time to be alone
at least i have the smell of you
i'm fearful of forgetting too
hold tight the branch that i am breathing through
got water, but nothing ever grew
the air, the wind, the blowing leaves
never quite ready to receive
in place of love, i mostly grieve
i just needed something to believe
air mattress in the studio
it wasn't all that long ago
love was a place i once called home
i wish i could call you but i don't
i wish i had known what i now know
it's big i get time to be alone
i never really have a plan
it's best to wait, you understand
i take my time and still you take my hand
keep writing new songs about the band
my crooked form crumbling back to the earth again
anticipating the glow, i see no end
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why do you think i need reminders
that i've got blood stained on my hands
cause i can't keep a heart beating
but i know how to wreck a man
you say this is something different
but i know some things never change
i could wash my hands for ages
but when i look down they'll still be stained
why do you think i need reminders
that i can't hold the things i touch
cause all i do is stick the knife in
with a question mark and turn to run
you say this is something else
a problem you know how to fix
but sometimes when something is broken
that's the only way it can exist
i am once again in a place i have never been
and in this way, i am home
i am once again heartbroken
and in this way, i am home
how can you love so deeply
and be incapable of maintaining
the gears whining into motion
i have no object permanence, no
i have no subject permanence
i was not happy
i have no subject permanence
i could not recite the narrative back to god
why do you think i need reminders
that i've got blood stained on my hands
cause i can't keep a heart beating
but i know how to wreck a man
why do you think i need reminders
that i've got blood stained on my hands
cause i can't keep a heart beating
but i know how to wreck a man
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Deer Scout - Crater Lake
03:25
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my love is colored by time and place
the edge of the water is still and inviting
the moon hangs above us like crater lake
my loves a ripple if you dip your feet into it
Georgie’s a sympathetic listener
at the end of the day what else is there
spin in a circle and point in a direction
no one is wiser but some will take longer
to settle down, settle down, settle down, settle down settle down, settle down settle down, settle down
Tim is a closed circuit entity
i live to depend, you can always depend on me
gliding around my troubles are nothing
my love is a waterbug weightless skittering
running around chasing our options
when we’re old all we’ll think about is running around crater lake
crater lake crater lake crater lake crater lake crater lake crater lake crater lake crater lake
on the side of the road driving toward nothing
a newborn foal legs still buckling
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decoupage on a broken wing in muted light they come but they can’t shut up cuz it cost too much
whistle blown by a crossing guard
they got too close, hand or by eye
the privilege has been reserved for the class it serves
tell me does it belong to me or to you
in time, oxygen
little kids in a drawing room could save your life, give it some time
grow up to make their own art and the cycle starts
tell me does it belong to me or to you
in blood, in water
featherweight of the world i wonder how you get ahead
you belong on an open road in golden light
away from the dilettantes and the way it was
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Saturnalias - i h8 cars
03:26
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a stick, a stone, it's the end of the road
it's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone
it's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun
it is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun
the oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush
the nod of the woods, the song of a thrush
the wood of the wind, a cliff, a fall
a scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all
it's the wind blowing free, it's the end of a slope
it's a beam, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope
and the riverbanks talk of the waters of march
it's the end of the strain, it's the joy in your heart
the foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone
the beat of the road, a sling-shot stone
a truckload of bricks in the soft morning light
the shot of a gun in the dead of the night
a mile, a must, a thrust, a bump
it's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps
the plan of the house, the body in bed
and the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud
afloat, adrift, a flight, a wing
a cock, a quail, the promise of spring
and the riverbank talks of the waters of march
it's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart
a point, a grain, a bee, a bite
a blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night
a pin, a needle, a sting, a pain
a snail, a riddle, a wasp, a stain
a snake, a stick, it is john, it is joe
a fish, a flash, a silvery glow
and the riverbanks talk of the waters of march
it's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart
a stick, a stone, the end of the load
the rest of a stump, a lonesome road
a sliver of glass, a life, the sun
a night, a death, the end of the run
and the riverbanks talk of the waters of march
it's the end of all strain, it's the joy in your heart
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water was the sacred power
that defined the plains
and with the sun promised the earth
to activate the grains
so the bison collected to graze with
greasy was the grass grown by the rains
he who steals the fat comes soon
Sitting Bull explained
he spoke that land was not for men
to own or exchange
after gold was bellowed from the bluffs and
settlers came to occupy the range
money was the white man's god
and on it was his face
and in his eyes reminders of
a way of life erased
so the spirits are left with the bison, watch them
living all their lives under his gaze
made to usher battles in the place
of the hunt
so said Custer to his men
surveying the hills
they'll vacate to their agencies
the ones that don't we kill
and what guns and forced relocation can't do
alcohol and isolation will
after all the gold was gone
oil came in its wake
pale face strained it out and found
a new promise to break
once their land and the lore had been stolen there was
nothing but their water left to take
nothing but their spirits left to break
Buffalo Calf Road Woman
watch the shadows dancing into the infinite
Custer's horse became increasingly faster when
she fired the shot to have his body removed from it
greasy was the grass grown by the rains
greasy was the grass grown by the rains
greasy was the grass grown by the rains
as they fell
onto the freezing range
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i thought i could love you
i thought you could love me too
i thought i would love you
i thought you would love me too
what can i do?
i thought i knew
i thought i knew
what can i do?
i'm not sure what i'm supposed to say
i'm not sure what i'm supposed to do
i'm not sure what i'm supposed to say
i'm not sure what i'm supposed to do
i thought i knew
i thought i knew
what can i do?
i thought i knew you
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light strikes the corner with a peculiar sort of shade
the world outside is warming
birds through the window with their warbling massive cries
hearing early morning
you're lost in dreams
i have got to go
rain rolling slowly as my breath fogs up the glass
wishing to stay longer
i watch you for a moment with your hair a crazy mess
you're in perfect slumber
you're lost in dreams
i have got to go
when i am tired and my knees are aching bad
you'll be there to kiss me
i'll tell you about my day
and you'll let me ramble on and on
you act like it's your mission
you're lost in dreams
i have got to go
you're lost in dreams
i have got to go
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i found Josef in the back of my closet
wearing my dogs old collar
how did he find it
i thought i lost it
all that i know is that it’s his now
words on his neck i couldn’t spell out
how did he know it was mine
i never told him
how did i fuck up this time
lost it to his skin
fucked how this new girl said
she didn’t like the way
i held my head up as if
i had something to say
but i didn’t mind it
cuz i couldn't hide it
all that i know is that
she’ll run out
soon as she notices
i’m not around
how did i make it this far
i never told her
that i had lost all my wars
i could’ve warned her
how did i make it this far
can’t even keep track
of pieces i’ve never worn
tags for my dogs neck
how did i make it this far
how did i make it this far
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white walls and yellow shades
dragonflies trimmed with lace
back then i was filled with hate
i took them down, down, down, down
i went into the little creek
the neighbor's kid showed me
you cried washing my skinned knee
i'm sorry now, now, now, now
spring, fall and summer heat
you linger on like the scent of a bakery
i'd wait for eternity
doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
doo, doo, doo
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wait, slow down for me wait, slow down for me i am not ready to grieve wait, slow down for me stay a bit longer for me do you really have to leave? wait, slow down for me i don't know how to grieve wait, i know i'm not ready stay a bit longer for me don't know how to leave
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Satan is real and he doesn't know what he wants to do this weekend
he thinks all of the things he does are boring
maybe he'll learn a new trade
angels fly down to hell to take a break from heaven
how many days is a well balanced vacation
i do everything i can but lose myself in the process
how do you spend your weekend
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it feels empty at the office
there is no one in the hallway
there is no sound except a humming
from a vent inside the wall
and a light shines down like honey
on the cars parked in the bike lane
as i tend to just get lucky
even when i'm doing wrong
howling like a dog
but it isn't loud enough
there is so much orange ground light
even the wind gets swallowed up
it's quiet and it's empty
on the sidewalks all on ice
getting no way at each other
till they both call it night
there is something down inside me
that is getting washed away
when the streetlamps shine down on me
sweet like honey at the end of the day
howling like a dog
but it isn't loud enough
there is so much orange ground light
even the wind gets swallowed up
when the trolley rolls up empty
for a second before leaving
guess the world used to be smaller
guess i miss it for some reason
behind the clouds the moon still moves
cause it's what she knows to do
guess i been around before
been around a time or two
howling like a dog
but it isn't loud enough
there is so much orange ground light
even the wind gets swallowed up
howling like a dog
but it isn't loud enough
there is so much orange ground light
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everyone's the same now
every single day i
never heard a thing
worth remembering
dancing in the sun
we waited for so long
to figure out a way
and we're gonna pay
i'm no better off
i'm not bad enough
can anybody hear me?
everything is toxic
rotten and forgotten
no one wants to see
who they're gonna be
who is gonna save us
evil is contagious
wonder who am i
to the moonless sky
oh, i don't know
anything at all
can anybody hear me?
i'm no better off
i'm not bad enough
can anybody hear me?
oh, i don't know
anything at all
can anybody hear me?
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don't smoke that shit you know it's poisonous
and i hate the way it smells like death's kiss
and you know that i love you so
translucent hope
disemboweled in the road
at the edge of youth you refuse to show
like diamonds afraid to emerge from coal
lungs collapse like a paper mache dollhouse
filled with old whispers you kept in a box
underneath your bed
shag carpet, newly fallen snow
translucent hope
disemboweled in the road
and you know that i love you so
translucent hope
disemboweled in the road
pinesap covers our hands like old memories
won't you stay here for a while
and be with me
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Maria BC - Untitled
02:30
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lightning stings
and fire burns
where can we meet
when it all ends
leave the pallet on the floor
bee stings the lip
ladder cuts the thigh
i was convinced i might die
die die die die die die die
die die die die die die die die
die die die die die die die die
die die die die die die die
mourning dove in the wrong state
love like a storm
and a flight of birds
morning love
look hard it could break
soft like a yolk
in a child’s hands
where can we meet
when it all ends
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