1. |
Make Me Feel So Blue
03:40
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They say you're naturally decaffeinated
But I don't think that's true
You kept me up baby
Past the decent hour of two
And last night we had a conversation
Inside my imagination
And I made you make me feel so blue
Well I wrote you a letter
In fact I wrote you a few
Now I sit by my mailbox waiting for you to write me one too
But last night you signed your valediction
Inside my imagination
And I made you make me feel so blue
I'd just put my eyes in baby
When I dared to stare at you
You were the prettiest thing I'd ever seen
But now I see a different point of view
Cuz last night I saw your mutation
Inside my imagination
And I made you make me feel so blue
Well you tiptoed on my heart
When our love grew
Now I'm just waiting for you to squash it with the drop of your other shoe
Cuz last night you ended our relation
Inside my imagination
And I made you make me feel so blue
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2. |
Movin' On
02:37
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My folks say keep tradition alive
Don't let your grandmama die
Live in the house that guilt has built
Try not to cry as mother's milk gets spilt
And if it's true what they say
That our children will melt away
Will I have thrown my past and future away
Will all I'll be left with is today
You asked me once
Why I can't stop writing songs
I guess this is why
I guess it's just that I had trouble movin on
We're born on a righteous path
Raised to live in fear
We grow old worrying about the past
And then we die and disappear
And every year we gather outside
To watch the moon make the sun hide
And though that sun's so far from earth
I empathize with its rebirth
You asked me once
Why I can't stop writing songs
I guess this is why
I guess it's just that I had trouble movin on
In order to be a writer
William Burroughs had to kill his wife
Now I ain't sayin that kinda thing is right
But all great men had somethin taken from their life
You asked me once
Why I can't stop writing songs
I guess this is why
I guess it's just that I had trouble movin on
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3. |
Too Late
02:48
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Well I started down the road when I was a younger man
Never worried about time
But after all these years I am where I began
Now it's the only thing on my mind
But I don't blame those who can't understand
Whenever I say I ain't followin no ten year plan
I'm chasin tomorrow but it's always a day away
Is it too late baby
Too late for me
To get where I belong
Is it too late baby
Too late for you
To take me on
They say I search for something of little worth
They say I search for something that can't be found
They say what I don't find here on earth
Will drive me into this ground
Is it too late baby
Too late for me
To get where I belong
Is it too late baby
Too late for you
To take me on
I know you deserve a man who can supply
All the things I promised as the years go by
But if you told me to quit now I think I'd surely die
Is it too late baby
Too late for me
To get where I belong
Is it too late baby
Too late for you
To take me on
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4. |
Praised at the Grave
03:55
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This morning our senator died
The city knelt down and started to cry
Bein buried in the rain
Cancer ate his brain
Now church bells sing their song
For the last brother's now gone
Now the lion's in his cave
With all his flaws still praised at the grave
Now the lion's in his cave
Does a life you take outweigh the lives you save
Before the eyes of the world
Headlines unfurled
The cold waters churned
My life took a left turn
Off this bridge we hurled
I killed that poor girl
Now the lion's in his cave
With all his flaws still praised at the grave
Now the lion's in his cave
Does a life you take outweigh the lives you save
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5. |
Leaving NYC
05:14
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I think I'm finally gonna leave New York City
Go someplace where nobody is pretty
Go someplace where I can get some sleep
Someplace where I ain't livin like I'm six feet deep
Now this ain't the first time that I've had this plan
But no matter where I go I end up in New York City again
There must be a reason why we all stay
It's a godless city but everybody prays
Prays for the day when they can finally say
I made it in New York City and I did it my way
You know I take it back there is a god
He's here inside my pocket
In a big fat wad
I think I'm finally gonna leave New York City
Go someplace where nobody is pretty
Go someplace where I can get some sleep
Someplace where I ain't livin like I'm six feet deep
Now this ain't the first time that I've had this plan
But no matter where I go I end up in New York City again
The speed, the pace, the walk of the flock
The greed, the race, the shock of the talk
A place of vast opportunity
Where you can be whatever it is you'll be
Least you believe that when you first arrive
When you have that strive to thrive and aren't afraid yet of being alive
I think I'm finally gonna leave New York City
Go someplace where nobody is pretty
Go someplace where I can get some sleep
Someplace where I ain't livin like I'm six feet deep
Now this ain't the first time that I've had this plan
But no matter where I go I end up in New York City again
Now this just might be my sense of pride
But not everyone can come here and survive
Not everyone can do what we do
I might be a dove on the outside but I'm a bear through and through
I think I'm finally gonna leave New York City
Go someplace where nobody is pretty
Go someplace where I can get some sleep
Someplace where I ain't livin like I'm six feet deep
Now this ain't the first time that I've had this plan
But no matter where I go I end up in New York City again
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