1. |
Treeling
01:48
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2. |
Dopeful
03:44
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Washed up, worn out, worried
Fed up, can’t find meaning in anything
I don’t want to forget
I just want to be comfortable and numb
I’m too filled with regret
I’m just going to smoke weed ‘til I’m dumb
Too young to be burnt out
Moving forward I fear I’m past my prime
I don’t want to forget
I just want to be comfortable and numb
I’m too filled with regret
I’m just going to smoke weed ‘til I’m dumb
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3. |
Pond Surfer
03:18
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Capsized too soon
In an ocean you drew
Realistic rendering
Endlessly shimmering
That ocean is calling my name
That ocean is calling my name
What you’ve heard, it’s true
Get a room with a view
Lay your head down in bed
And watch the sun turn red
That ocean is calling my name
That ocean is calling my name
Sails up, bored at sea
Are you bored with me?
Sails up, bored at sea
Are you bored with me?
That ocean is calling my name
That ocean is calling my name
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4. |
Penalty Shot
04:13
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I’ve been cheated by misleading promises
Promises
Been defeated and demoralized by the lies
By the lies
And now I think I deserve more
If I found a window
I’d climb out of my head
I know I can’t go
So I’ll have some tea instead
As long as you know
There’s no last in line
I’ll try to tell myself
I’m doing fine
In the moonlight
I reflect on my day
It’s not meditating
But it soothes me anyway
As long as you know
There’s no last in line
I’ll try to tell myself
I’m doing fine
I’ve been cheated by misleading promises
Promises
Been defeated and demoralized by the lies
By your lies
And now I’ll take what they serve
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5. |
Depression Dog
03:25
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Sort the bottles by their labels
At the bottom you’ll find me
Soaking up philosophy, young and naive
Left here with one final thought, but it’s too early to leave
I can’t stand it anymore
Quietly leave and lock the door
I don’t feel right anymore
Stoke the fire or stay forlorn
Let go of fear, you don’t need it
Let go of fear, you don’t need it
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6. |
Dream
03:46
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I wish I knew what it would take to stay awake
What’s next on deck? Wasted my calling, infinite falling
I get stoned and start over
Start over
Wake me up
I’m dreaming now
Wake me up
And count me out
How do I stop? Run into traffic, anything to...
Wake me up
I’m dreaming now
Wake me up
And count me out
Wake me up
Wake me up
Holy fuck
Wake me up
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7. |
Catharsis
03:37
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Well I guess I’m happy right where I am
I’ve got all the luck in the world but still can’t understand
Why I pretend to hold a gun to my own head while I stare at the mirror
My life’s not any clearer than it was when I was young
I never thought a lot about this but now I crave catharsis
I’m counting down towards my self destruction
I need some kind of a call to action
I’ll show you all that I’ve been growing
Or maybe I’ll just keep on floating
Let the record show I’ve made mistakes
Everything is nothing, or so Japhy states
But I’m not a buddha, and I can’t be taught
Life’s a breakneck pace, and I can’t keep up
I’m counting down towards my self destruction
I need some kind of a call to action
I’ll show you all that I’ve been growing
Or maybe I’ll just keep on floating
I don’t feel right, it’s too existential
Stay up all night, pack the non-essentials
Lean your head back, take a hit
We all know when it’s time to split
I’m counting down towards my self destruction
I need some kind of a call to action
I’m counting down towards my self destruction
I need some kind of a call to action
I’ll show you all that I’ve been growing
I’ll show you all that I’ve been growing
Or maybe I’ll just keep on floating
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8. |
Smoke & Mirrors
02:27
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What is a man without his word?
Tell that to those in charge, you sound absurd
It doesn’t help the ebb and flow of time and space
And so it goes
I know I’m not wanted here
I just thought I’d disappear
My mind goes blank, hard to think
Years gone by, I start to sink
You’ve got a point, several in fact
On second thought, let’s go with that
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9. |
Shadow of a Doubt
02:29
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Listen close
I only want to say it once
A fog rolls over my mind
A fog rolls over our graves in kind
If I could have read your lips
I wouldn’t have been left behind
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10. |
On the Rocks
03:28
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Cut corners, lower the bar
That thinking has got me this far
I don't know why I act this way
It’s not free but I’ll give it away
I’m not ready to die
I’m not ready to die
I’m not who I thought I'd be
Grab blankets and put me to sleep
Draw the bullseye and put me inside
Kill the witch, burn it alive
I’m not ready to die
I’m not ready to die
I’m not ready to die
I’m not ready to die
I don’t need a reason why
I’m not ready to die
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11. |
Tying Knots
03:15
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We’re alone, alone on the water
Beauty, beauty unbound
And I know, I know that I love you
We’re at home, mad at each other
Some pain that will fade away
And I tell you, yes it’s true
It’s always been you
We’re alive, more so than ever
There’s no time to feel obliged
To do anything for anyone but us
No there’s no time for anything less than this
So read this letter
I couldn’t find the words to make the story better
I could map it out a thousand times
And still not know what I got right
To win you over
So read this letter
I couldn’t find the words to make the story better
Despite my best efforts to fuck it up like I always do
I won you over
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