1. |
A Learning Curve
04:26
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Delete, scrap the draft and start again
And try not to demonize your friends
Don’t write if you’re bitter or angry or asking for help
You’ll flatter the people that hurt you, embarrass yourself
So express your sense of loss and failing health
But try not to eulogize yourself
You’re sorry and sad so attack but don’t go for a kill
Or better yet, take a step back, a short breath and be still
Cause things will go away
Things will fall apart
You are getting older now
An end is just a start
So think long and hard about what you call out in this song
Who you become when you are sure you have been wronged
Cause things will move along
Don’t be left behind
Don’t whine and cry and wonder why
If you don’t respond in time
I’ve changed inside, sone things are gone, it’s
Not the life I planned on
I’m tired of sleep, my own two feet, are
Not too weak to stand on
With much to prove, I’ll try too hard, and
Make a move, but drop my guard
A learning curve, some growing pains, cut
Through the losses and the gains
And I know that by the time the dust all clears, it will be fine
The universe will run it’s course no matter what I do or force
Silence the cynic and the snark state this without a question mark
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2. |
An Oral History
04:53
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Everyone hopes they’ll become something
So I study, absorb, emulate the ones I see
In time those models, the ones I want to be
Give up their dreams in the face of apathy
And I close that door, forget what I want
Then those bitter peers become my confidants
But the irony of self-sympathy
Is that it earned us all our enviable infamy
Gloomy, woozy, dirty
Don’t live to see thirty
Artful, self-hurting poetry, somehow I
Thought that decade spent
Would make something transcendent
Close that chapter of my young, bold intent, and now I’ll
Vacate what I labored for
Placate those who don’t matter anymore
Growing old and giving up
Define me by something that I can’t be, though I tried
Did my legacy or credibility end at twenty-five, but I didn’t die
And just like everything my story becomes about me
Does that self-awareness take away any of the sting
Of hearing where I’m coming from
As if I was the only one
To lose and then create, reinvent and make some more mistakes
Barely miss the grave then expect my own parade
I’ll play along and gladly sing
I’ve seen the world and it’s not me
I’ll project glowing qualities but
Cut with knowing honesty
Giving in and growing up
And at some point burning bridges soaked in booze
Stopped being a viable career move
Will I have a chance to beautifully burn out
Or will I still somehow make my parents proud
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3. |
Wawas and Diners
02:26
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The cold wind is stinging my face
At the pumps where we try to decide
What to do in this town when the sun has gone down
The dark roads will act as our guide
Our jokes are as bad as the food
We buy coffee so that we can stay
A dozen gruff voices and register noises
This will make a good movie someday
At Wawas and Diners we stay until dawn
Driving around cause we all like the sight
Of the lights as they pass while we sing teenaged songs
Closing my eyes and absorbing the night
This car seems so cozy in winter
When we are sure to get lost
And when we unload on a scary back road
We’ll write our names in the frost
I play these memories in my mind
Of places I have left behind
And times that I cannot reclaim
We’ll try to go back but it won’t be the same
At Wawas and Diners we stayed until dawn
Driving around cause we all liked the sight
Of the lights as they passed while we sang teenaged songs
I still close my eyes and I still love the night
I still close my eyes and I still love the night
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4. |
Sugarfoot
05:16
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There’s nothing left for me to fight
Got strung out on Christmas lights
Kill it before it multiplies, but it was
Just God in a clever disguise
And should I find that you’ve returned, or
Really never left at all
I’d cut you up the middle and I’d mail you to your friends
And they’d know not to come around here and fuck with me again
But if you set yourself apart
No one can break your heart
The only thing you have to know
Is that you don’t know anything
The only thing you have to show
Is that you can’t show anything
The only thing that you have to know is the only thing you have
Looks like you’ve got a lot to lose, don’t give what you don’t have
But if you could spare some change
I’d like to keep myself clean
I’ve got some thoughts to rearrange
So I can keep the ghost in the machine
So I can keep the ghost in the machine
Gonna name my baby Sugarfoot and she’s gonna comb my hair
And we’re gonna move out west to see what trouble we can make out there
There are things that we love that we wont ever get back
Like the things we lent each other and the strength that we lacked and cats
But should I find that you’ve returned
Or never really left at all
I’d cut you down the middle and I’d mail you to your friends
And they’d know better than to come up to my house again
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5. |
Amelia
03:42
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Can't you notice that the world cares that you're in it?
Won't you get that through your head?
Cause I've thought myself into an island and
The smartest people that I know are dead
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