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My best friends, they are musicians
I read their words every damn day
You know I fear for their well-being
In a chronic state of decay
Every letter serves a purpose
And every line cuts to the bone
Remind my friends how much I love them so
Cause they may just be writing their suicide note
And I don't mind
The hugs and high fives
But a "hey man, how you doing?"
Would be really fucking nice
Cause this is how we bleed
And this is how we cry
Believe it or not
You've all saved my life
My life has found a sense of meaning
For that, I'm truly fortunate
Behind this hope, illuminating
Hatred rots my heart more than I care to admit
Bloodshot eyes fixate the ceiling
Contriving plans to end it all
Wake up today, who knows the difference?
No one will believe you til they've seen those paper scars
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Spooky Tooth Spooky Tooth
What will you do
When the pigeon won't fly
But the kitty is purring at you
Spooky Tooth Spooky Tooth
What will it be
A big old seven up
or the Canadian whisky?
Spooky Tooth Spooky Tooth
Spooky Tooth Spooky Tooth
Ain't you heard the news
She's all keeping secrets
And she's never telling you
Spooky Tooth Spooky Tooth
Don't touch my tunes
You'd better change your mind
Because you'll never change that
Spooky Tooth
Spooky Tooth Spooky Tooth
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Lyrics by Jonathon James Smith
This city was built on broken glass
Built towers for time to pass
Until there's no room left in the sky
Canyon walls of buildings tall
They built rivers with waterfalls
Under these streets beneath your feet
The rust belt is falling apart
It won't last but the rubble will
Rigid airships raise in flight
Rubber City rides through the night
Racing anywhere we could to the finish line
Just to find that there isn't one in our time
The city turns to sand when it rains
The lightning tries to make it day
The summer heat will forge our names
Across rooftops which we sit and watch trains pass
A single balloon floats by
A rubber abode we're all afloat
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LANG - Escape
02:13
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I listen to my mind and all it has to say,
is it a true crime like hollywood today?
or is it a smooth rhyme of how to not lose faith?
maybe this is how i escape
Escape from all the lies,
enemies in disguise
and avoiding the fakes with money in their eyes,
i'm here for the small time hustlers on the rise,
always on the grind,
never nine to five,
flippin whatever they can but only if obliged you see,
and i'm livin this life for me,
I ain't waitin for a prize or ever making a plan b,
I'm on a roll,
but these thoughts of being alone fill the void of self control,
so if i end up losing myself who's to know
that i made it this far with room to grow?
I listen to my mind and all it has to say,
is it a true crime like hollywood today?
or is it a smooth rhyme of how to not lose faith?
maybe this is how i escape
(but on some real)
I never wanted to be me til i tore off the muzzel,
now i'm working on gettin myself out the struggle,
and I can hear the demons screamin not to keep up the hustle,
but my dream is schemin through fiendin and I won't give up so,
believe I'm leanin over all who said I wasn't special,
this is me overcoming defeat and bustin through the threshold,
superseding the weak so you know i'm in these streets,
and even though I'm new on the scene,
I hope you all can admire my decision to speak LANG.
I listen to my mind and all it has to say,
is it a true crime like hollywood today?
or is it a smooth rhyme of how to not lose faith?
maybe this is how i escape
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Feel I'm moving backwards and I can't escape my head. I feel like I'm clinging to life but something wants me dead. Pinning me down well, it's something I can't see. Chasing, taunting, haunting me and I just want to break free.
Well I'm not sure what it is or what the fuck it wants and I just want to wake up to escape these haunts. It's somewhere in this room and I feel like I'm insane. Well I think it's all this craziness that happens in my brain.
Better days ahead but the nights end up the same. It just creeps right on up and I'm right back there again. And I don't know how to make it stop so I better learn to cope because I know if I don't I'm running out of hope.
Well I'm not sure what it is or what the fuck it wants and I just want to wake up to escape these haunts. It's somewhere in this room and I feel like I'm insane. Well I think it's all this craziness that happens in my brain.
I can't feel my arms, can't feel my legs and I think I am dying.
Well I'm not sure what it is or what the fuck it wants and I just want to wake up to escape these haunts. It's somewhere in this room and I feel like I'm insane. Well I think it's all this craziness that happens in my brain.
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Awful Honesty - Like Me
02:19
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I'm not digging out and i'm so over it.
I'm gonna dig straight down and when i break new ground I'll be on the other side of this.
I've got my shovel in one hand, the other clenched to my chest,
I swear on my life that I'll do what's right when the time comes and asks for it.
Please try to understand, this boy is a broken man,
but the fault isn't yours, but the fault isn't yours.
You don't want to end up like me,
so pack your bags up tight and leave.
There's a whole world left to see,
You don't want to end up like me.
You don't wanna end up like me.
You don’t wanna end up like me.
You don’t wanna end up like me.
And i know, that there's a great fear of the unknown,
And i know that it's so hard to see.
But these places, these people and these faces, have found it hard to see, that you don't
wanna end up like me.
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