1. |
Little Nova
02:55
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Over time I've become
More and more accustomed
Increasingly calloused
With every single loss
But when your soul embarked
It was more than a tally mark
Anguish enfolded me
Poured over like concrete
Surrounded slowly then
Hardened and sealed me in
I never understood
Why you walked the redwoods
Maybe it's because they gave you shelter
From the rainstorms in mid December
We buried a seed
In your memory
Next millennium
You'll tower above
When your future kin
Walk the trails you did
Your branches will help
Shelter from the wind
You left us so abruptly
With damp cheeks sawdust on the skin
The rolling hills of Berkely
Wistfully recall your wheels' kiss
Stand over me sequoia
And shield me from the storm within
Despite how I avoid it
I always sing the requiem
Now your wife and daughter
Sit together in a kitchen
That feels capacious and somber
Cause it was built for one more person
Still propped on the mantle
Sits a wedding picture
That your little girl can't handle
Because you never got to meet her
You never got to meet her
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2. |
The Eulogy Of Rumpkin
03:33
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When I close my eyes
I see my demons staring back at me
And actually
I've been dreaming of
All these wasted apologies
And honestly
I've been trampled by fears
For the past two years
I self destruct more than I'll ever hide
When the curtains close I'm just a little child inside
When I close my eyes
I glimpse a face in front of me
It's haunting me
I've been dreaming of
All my insecurities
Impurity
I've been trampled by fears
For the past two years
I self destruct more than I'll ever hide
When I see her smile I die a little bit inside
So wish away compulsions
On a vicodin star
Bury the obsessions
Under organics in a mason jar
Drown me in a sea of smoke
Tidal waves transform to foam
After time the blow subsides
I lay crippled and alone
The cold hard truth
Wakes me from my slumber
And your putrid lies
I ran out of number
A generation raised in hate
A subtle violence I can't relate
As you ruminate on your mistakes
The most bitter words
Are spoken by the sweetest people
Filled with hurt
As you preach your hate
You are a sacred apple
Spewing your thoughts to the chapel
When I close my eyes
I'm dreaming that this time will be
My final sleep
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3. |
Paperback Youth
02:50
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Tired sad and alone
I have made these words my home
So I used the doormat
I always step the wrong way
Falling into this cavern of sadness
Every single day
Perfect mirror image I do not accept
What came before I was shrouded in contempt
I appear as not the man I chose to be
Smash age old glass choose my own destiny
I am a pauper I am a lych
Plead for your dollar bleed for you sin
I am the shackles binding your wrists
I am enamel concealing tryst
I'm guilty liars at confession
I'm faulty wires failed filaments
Step up and I'll confront you my id
Step back and I'll commence my abyss
Now it's time I come to grips with severed stems that once bore petals
Elegant and delicate they drifted to the ground and settled
Whether I gracefully fall or get cut short it doesn't matter
Regardless I'll still resolve left rotting in brown leaves and earth
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4. |
TR6 On Walbrook
04:13
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Trapped in a blanket of lies
It's spinning around and around again
Constantly lit check engine light
Is telling me that there's something wrong
The only problem is what's inside
The rusty frame with chipping yellow paint
The cigarette butts on the front porch are the only ones who really know me
Even if at times they can't remember my name
But I think the second hand smoke is much less dangerous than sitting here another god damn second
Giving myself another reason to just get on a plane and go home
When I was two years old
I almost drowned in the backyard
You jumped in fully clothed
And lifted me up into your arms
You asked me what I'd thought
I replied when will Daddy come
I wish I'd never lost
The faith I had when I was young
When you get this call
When you get the chance
Can you give a message
Can you give a glance
To the Christmas card
Hanging up on the fridge
Can you tell the son
Don't let things come to this
Can you tell the father
Don't let things come to this
Keep it how it was
For a little longer
Now we share a living room
That's riddled with contention
Four walls stained with silver blue
Act as the only remnant
Of happiness torn and frayed
Smashing up old picture frames
Royal colors turn to gray
Polaroid memories fade
In ten years don't expect me to send a single Christmas card
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5. |
Baby Teeth
03:29
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I spent summer days
In a haze of
Isolation
Trying to figure me out
But the pills don't help
They just remind me that I'm broken down
I spent summer nights
By the lakeside
With my eyes wide
The fire flies still glow
The same way they did years ago
See the seasons change
Autumn ushers in the rain
I don't know when we'll see sun
But I hope it shines today
So chin up and we can take
A moment to separate
What we want from what we need
And find some oxygen to breathe
So chin up and we can take
A moment to celebrate
What we've got cause all I need
Is a little company
I watched dusty roads roll from the backrow of a minivan
No one understands why I am the way I am
I walked grey shorelines watched as the high tides and the winter waves
Trampled over rocks and turned castles into graves
I don't think I knew what I once had and now all I want is to have what I once knew
Seasons change
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6. |
Silhouette
02:46
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All this empty faith
All left to waste
It takes more
Than four walls to build a home
Feel the floorboards heaved
From under me
You fled north
Nothing remains but your ghost
You stormed downstairs to the basement
And threw down the papers
The entire household was laced with
Aprehensive anticipation
It's not to say that we saw nothing coming
It's just that no one knew what to expect
Nineteen long years and five lives unraveling
It all came down to a stamp and a pen
I watched from the hall across the house
Avoided tension and secluded myself
As the frame work crumbled dust settled around
My body like a snow angel
I'm not known the keep a promise
And that night I swore through all this
I'd always keep my composure
I couldn't keep my composure
I'm waking up in a restless sweat
My greatest terror's the one thats closing in
These aren't the nightmares I had as a kid
These fears are tattered family portraits
Sign the documents
Sign your letters drenched
In apologies
Until the ink bleeds
Dry on clotheslines hang
On open display
Dripping colors left
Only silhouettes
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