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Friday the 13th
02:05
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Sheena, this misdemeanor. It has changed my life in ways that I could never fully explain. Sheena, it's my subpoena to have you here with me for all my life.
It was a cold and windy night, and the graveyard held an unclear sight. Shadowy trees and frozen leaves all caked against the stones. All zippered up, and brave against the cold. We shouldn't have been when I think about it now
I said, "do you wanna go out some night?" She said, "I don't think that would be right." I backed down and finally said, "alright, alright.” I'll let her get away this time
But, now that I've seen her and I can't count the ways she changed my life, so I'm writing my song. Sheena is my suprema. 'Cause I was alone when the phone rang at my home.
She said, "What was that you asked before?" I played dumb. I said, "I simply can't recall." She said, "you might get the answer you want if you would ask it one more time."
Sheena, this misdemeanor. It's changed my life in ways that I could never fully have known. Sheena is my Sabrina. Changed me.
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The Well
02:23
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I haven't moved at all, yet somehow I don't know where I am. Everything around me has changed. I guess we've reached the end.
I've been to the well. I sat for a spell. It's deep as hell. Cold and dark, cause the visits are fewer.
Up means down now I don't fit. I'm doing the best I can, but my past won't let me understand.
The trees are bare. There's no fresh air. Can't spare a square. It's all been said and considered. But still we take from golden plates, old fruit that's dried up and withered.
Up means down now I don't fit. I'm doing the best I can. But my past won't let me understand.
Maybe I'm resistant to change, maybe it's my turn to lose. Roots take from far around, but a tree it hardly moves.
We've reached the end. Let's not pretend that we transcend to build on a stronger foundation. I've been to the well, it's deep as hell, rich and ripe with new inspiration.
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The Dealer
02:42
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The air is so damn thick, I can slice it with my hand when you're down here in my greasy cave at the auto dealer service and parts supply. My job is to hunt and peck out the letters of your name, as you dodge my king size monster flies on their way up to their buzzing lights.
This is what I must do just to look like I get by, what's necessary to survive. I take my time, servicing your needs, and act like you're servile to me.
When you're standing in line, you'll proceed at my mercy. For this moment in time, yeah, I'm the boss of you. But when the crowds are all gone, it starts to feel pretty empty. No one to make like a pawn, nothing to do.
This is what I must do just to look like I get by, what's necessary to survive. That misery that you perceive is true, so I'll take my hatred out on you.
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Caballero
03:10
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I learned so much from you in the amount of time we had. That time right now just seems so little. Didn't know what it was, to be there every day. How come you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone?
God let me question one more time. No I could never choose the one, that would blow my mind. But in my dreams, you're still right there, and we all know the truth, but no one seems to care.
I drove by Steinway just the other day. This time I had my very own little one with me. I told him how we used to wait for the last one out at the end of every day.
God let me question one more time. No I could never choose the one, that would blow my mind. But in my dreams, you're still right there, and we all know the truth, but no one seems to care.
But at the end you chose me to be the only one; to be the only trusted son. I wish I had more time but I thought it an honor to get it done.
God let me question one more time. No I could never choose the one, that would blow my mind.
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Dangerous
03:15
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I've got to tell you, I'm really changing. And all those messy rooms that make up my mind I'm rearranging. And I don't need you, I can't believe it. Now I can see through the lies you've been telling me, so wait a minute.
Before you tell me you really love me, ask yourself - do you even like me? Because I find it a bit disheartening, when you're throwing my records at me. I ran out of things to tell you. You can't understand why I do what I do. You made me nothing if not more confused. I don't hate you, I just can't stand you.
I've got to tell you, I'm really changing. And all those messy rooms that make up my mind I'm rearranging. And I don't need you, I can't believe it. Now I can see through the lies you've been telling me, so wait a minute.
Before you tell me you really love me, ask yourself - do you even like me? Because I find it a bit disheartening, when you're throwing my records at me. I ran out of things to tell you. You can't understand why I do what I do. You made me nothing if not more confused. I don't hate you, I just can't stand you.
You're dangerous. Violence is your first resort, and you're cancerous. You spread ill will like you don't give a damn about the rest of us. Now your gone, and every day seems like festivus. Godspeed to you. Go wreck someone else's home.
I've got to tell you, I'm really changing. And I can see through the lies you've been telling me, so wait a minute.
You're dangerous. Violence is your first resort, and you're cancerous. You spread ill will like you don't give a damn about the rest of us. Now your gone, and every day seems like festivus. Godspeed to you. Go wreck someone else's home.
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