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Acts of God
01:42
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Will these walls protect from acts of God?
Do windows break without a human cause?
When all the elements exploit the cracks and flaws
The inside melts into the out
So back away from every open door
I don't want to be ashamed no more
And let all your little words awaken and distort
The chipping vandals I can do without
So enjoy
And do the scary things you would avoid
Forget your damaged ears and all their noise
You might not be so limber later on
And reach out
And worry just for things worth worrying about
Sometimes it's okay to feel a little proud
Just promise me you'll sleep before the dawn
So will these walls protect from Acts of God?
And who does what our dying Earth cannot?
I turned the lights off when I left cause you forgot
But I think I left the door unlocked
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Zizek
03:28
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From beating sun to autumn leaves
A victim of the dusty floors
Step out the shower and coat the bottoms of my feet
So much for 'just to loosen up'
What would by father think of bagged wine in a solo cup
In body and in mind
Reminds me why I hate wine
Trigger-happy girl infatuation
I've already seen us waking up and making breakfast
How do you do?
I'm drunk enough to talk to you
Without worrying about how I might look through those acrylic frames
Well who the fuck's Zizek?
I've never seen Twin Peaks
My sister picked these clothes and I wore cologne
And all your friends know more than me
Why do I go these things at all?
Got a mountain of math waiting for me at home
I don't belong with this shit crowd
I guess I'm just too good to be around.
Or maybe not.
At least I got out
Where'd I be right now?
Eating pizza alone and be down for the count
We all need to veg sometimes
But for once I'm feeling kinda hot tonight
Kinda hot tonight
Well who the fuck's Zizek?
I've never seen Twin Peaks
My sister picked these clothes and I wore cologne
And all your friends know more than me
And I've got a lot to learn from them
You're not so mythical
You're just another cool but human person
You're not so mythical
You're just another cool but human person
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Inked Toronto
02:27
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Pilgrim spine
Full color covers black and white on the inside
To me they're calling
Pretty place
Find a way to press me into 2D space
And live forever
Spend time with my friends on every page
My body's soft
Teeth yellow-stained
Hips feminine
Nails bitten
Myself complete
Maybe on Toronto streets
Distilled in perfect form
Relieved of pain, serene, and handsome
Spend time with my friends of every page
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Thanks But No Thanks
02:24
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Living godrays, it's hot today
Thank God my AC's broken
Turned up loudly my crush on Frankie
In wrong lanes lately and finding that her songs
Don't grip my chest quite like they did
These seats have fresher marks I didn't give
The house on Oak St shows evidence its occupied
But still I drive by every time I get the milk
Thanks but no thanks
Whatever happens, know that
Just as you're on your path
Tense meeting backseat friendly
Where's your wish you took some pictures now
Not quite ever how I rememebred
But not for lack of trying
Hollywood effecting memory
Thanks but no thanks
Whatever happens know that
just as you're on your path
Tense meeting backseat friendly
Let's see just who's listening to me now
The sun lost
A power it might have never had
And intact, my outline thick and bold and black
I like you, despite what both my shoulders say
So who's at fault, don't think at all, on holiday
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After sifting the rivers
Of dining ideas
Throw out the stones
Black skies
Advancing on midnight over the Mass Pike
Stumbling through doors in our laughter
We dance to our seats
And the warmth of her light enters me
Someday I will not be here
Still these booths will be standing
Ghosts of pancakes and prom dates
And shit coffee
There's a precious perception
In the sleep-deprived senses
Every joke is hilarious
Every bite is divine
With my people across and beside me
In a blissful escape from anxiety
We can capture this Goodness and try to be
Better men than we've been at 19
And my jaw is on fire from the smiling
Someday I will not be here
Still these booths will be standing
Ghosts of pancakes and prom dates
And shit coffee
Oh, now technically
Oh, I guess it's Sunday
Savor the food and the good company
Sinners wishing away the hard times that made this meal
So sacred to me
As I pull in my driveway
Where my problems are waiting
Rise up out of my car and
I can face them
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