1. |
Breakfast
01:46
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Wait up
For the smell of my past fires
To spill out from spiraled fibers
To blow in
Through the window I left open
In my attempt to feel the morning
The knobs have fallen off
Of the doors I thought were locked
Hurry
Breakfast is almost ready
Please get out of bed already
We don’t have much time to waste
And we're already running late
Wake up
To the smell of burning eggs
But I think that they can wait
Burnt eggs aren't the worst to taste
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2. |
Bed
03:03
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Can’t get out of bed
Because it’s me who made it
But it’s not really made yet
And I don’t know if i’ll make it
Cant take the bed out of me
It’s in there to a degree
Above what if
I’ve been trying to leave but I just can’t take it
I am one with my bed
The pillows and blankets wrapping all around my head
I feel bad about it, was it better left unsaid?
I’ll take that as a yes
Can't get out of bed
Because it's me who made it
Even though it's not quite made yet
I want it but I just can't fake it
Can't take the bad out of me
You can cover it up til it can't be seen
But it's essentially the same
It's there concealed but it still exists either way
I am one with my bed
The sheets and the blankets making a fortress ‘round my head
I feel wrong about it, was it better left unsaid?
I’ll take that as it is
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3. |
Socialist Hands
02:23
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Every time
I stop to look
Wonder why
I started at all
Everything
Waits for me
When I sing
Discovering
What I bring
It falls away...
It falls to the sand
From my socialist hands
I'm always giving more than I'm given
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4. |
Sightlines
02:10
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Shortening my sightlines doesn't always feel this good to me
I’m standing on the sidelines as you pass through my periphery
But I can't seem to find the fine line
Between what has been said and when this time
Weakening the frontline seems intuitive and easy
But I’m always focused on the feeling
That I might finally find some meaning
But full of air and weight
I can’t
Wait
Fully
For what I can’t unfold
Quickly
Allegories left untold
Wholly
Slipped another note
Too early
Fell out of my throat
I’m sorry
Filling up my byline on another person’s deadline
Uncertain past this past time
Unable to get past
The past tense
Of what I wanted to make
To make sense
Of this pretend pretense
I can’t protect
Against
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5. |
2nd Thoughts
02:46
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It feels like every feeling is the same
No new reaction to a different kind of name
Each new room you occupy
Looks familiar to the same old set of eyes
The chemical response
Doesn’t have to be at odds
With whatever the starting thought
Had in mind or briefly bought
One more time to find
A brand new blank design
One more chance to make
A simpl(er/ or) quick change
All my thoughts are second thoughts
But where do the first ones go?
All my thoughts are second thoughts
All the old ones I outgrow
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6. |
Skywriting
02:32
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I see myself from on high
I
I’m barely breathing alive
I
I'm feeling buried alive
I
I love the feeling of life
I
Refuse to outstay my welcome
I’ll
Be over here and you’re welcome
I
Wonder how many will see me
I
Won’t wait around ‘til you leave me
I
I always watch ‘em all leaving
I
I’m watching me watch me leaving
But
I have no choice I can’t leave me
I
I'm holding on ‘til you reach me
I
Won't last the night but I'll try to
I
I really really like you
But
I won't regret that I said that
I
I really mean it I meant that
But
Of course it's hard to say this time
But
Just so you know I will be fine
I'll be fine
I see myself from on high
I
I think that might be a lie
I
I wonder who I’d belie
I
The push and pull of the tides
I
Refuse to unlatch my sides
I
I laugh and laugh 'til i cry
I
Will hold your hand ‘til you die
I
Will hold your hand ‘til we die
I
Our hands are tied like a tie
I
Will never learn how or why
I
I know that I will be fine
I
I’m sure that I will be fine
I
Can never search on the ground
I'll find my own way around
I
I wanna learn how to fly
I
Will write this song in the sky
I
I watch it exit my life
I
I’m waving off it’s goodbye
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7. |
Coded Silence
02:49
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Coded silence
Colder when/if
The older I get
The more of this context
I have to misunderstand
Dotted lines in your
Spoken laughing
Lacking after
In lagging patterns
Broken sighing
The light is dying
What is left to organize?:
A bunch of questions you left behind
I thought I’d answer at least some
But I can’t unfold a single one
Unfolding
Your clothes
I’m holding
On to my nose
Fading and falling fast asleep
I’m singled out but within a leap
I’ll be fine...
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8. |
Even/Out
03:00
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My issue's that I always sing
When I don't know if I'll get anything out of it
You can never be sure why this exists
If there's one thing I've learned it's there's nothing to learn
So I look at the stars and I watch them burn
I think it's fine to speak in cliches
But singing them adds a whole other weight
I'm not even out
I'm always in
Take a look at myself
And decide that's it
My issues that I always evolve
And I don’t know if I’ll ever resolve all of it
You can never be sure this still exists
If there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that I’ll never learn
So I stand on the ground and I feel it turn
I think it’s fine to change by the way
But singing that means more anyway
I'm not even out
I'm always in
Take a look at myself
And decide that's it
The birds are here and I am too
I just wish I could be with you
The birds are cool, but I like you too
I'll probably read this hours from now
Finally figuring that I’d have figured it out
And think that I'm dumb or hate how I sound
I'm not even out
I'm always in
Take a look at myself
And decide that's it
I’ll be evened out
Not always in
Can’t take a look at myself
Or decide that's it
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9. |
1000
02:13
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I felt a thousand eyes on my hands and legs
I felt a hundred hearts in mine
If you wanted to see them
You’d have to get in line
I never wanted to be famous
I'm still convinced I stole this song
What makes you think that I’d be sorry for it
The best writers are the best thieves
I'm not the best writer, that’s not what I mean
I thought the way I felt was true and honest
I demonstrated all I could
But it would never be enough to satisfy
What the other part of me would
I felt a thousand fingers grab and pull me
Away from everything I was
The joke is that they all belonged to my hands
Every thread unraveled where I stand
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10. |
Subtle Woo
02:39
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I'd never woo ya
Or ever try to flash your eyes
I'm always silent
‘Til the sound dies
I'd never silence
You or anything but my phone
Even though I feel alone
I'll never lose you
You're always just ahead of the crowd
I’ll follow the noise and within a walk you'll always be found
Even if I'm not evened out
I'll never see you
If I never turn to look around
I'll always hate that
Feeling like I'm already bound
To close my ears right now
To every harsh sound
You don't have to be so loud
But maybe it's just me right now
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11. |
No Worries
02:43
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What do I need
Aside from what I can see?
Why I am I worried
About my beliefs?
If everyone’s worried,
It shouldn’t mean anything.
Worry is only
A made-up thing
To create
What I don’t want.
It’s not what I need
To motivate me.
What do I need
Aside from what I can see?
Please no more worries;
It’s just silly to me.
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Blue Stoplights Chicago, Illinois
midwestern friends making homemade songs
contact: bluestoplightsband@gmail.com
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