1. |
Urgency
02:41
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I am a moving target.
I'm using your imagination.
I'm not even there yet.
Everything is location, location.
And we're always starting over again.
We're perfecting struggling.
And I'm trying not to say the same things.
Days dazed and dreaming.
About a big picture that could use some framing.
We're in no hurry, she said to me,
but a sense of urgency could be just what we need.
We are all in transition,
And that's just the way it is.
Take what you can.
We're always starting over again.
We're just gaining speed.
Steady but we're trembling.
Our voices trembling.
Don't you be afraid to sing again.
With the strokes of strays.
Gone beyond your gaze.
All good shots shot way.
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2. |
Airfair
01:41
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Shoulda ran away got on a plane
and followed you
but I'm a fool
should've got on that plane with you
I bet you're happy but I hope that you know
I would propose in the snow
under the biggest tree that we've ever seen
to get there we would have to ski
I'd swim the channel just to say "Hi"
tumble down The Alps to see you smile
one more time
well we both know that's a lie I apologize
I'm a fool
I've never tried French cuisine
but if it tastes like your lips
I bet this guitar it's a hit
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3. |
Crackhead
02:17
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Baby, I'm a Crackhead
And there's just no way around it.
Baby, I'm a lost cause.
I guess I always was not like the other boys.
I couldn't share to bear my toys.
Had all this anger just building up.
A constant frustrating burning through my guts.
I should have told you earlier but I was thinking too clear.
First things first, I've got no second gear.
Sometimes there's a little light and boy, does that hurt my eyes.
And It feels dirty just coming clean with you tonight.
It's hard to talk pretty when your teeth are so far from white.
But I'm down on my knees, would you marry me?
If you're unsure, well, I'll just go for a crawl.
It's a beautiful ring, just look at it shaking.
I never want to feel pain at all.
I'll love you forever but I surely won't live that long.
Whatever you choose is alright, cause I'm already all wrong.
Baby, I'm a crackhead.
And there's just no way around it.
Baby, I'm a lost cause.
I guess I always was.
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4. |
Dead
02:10
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I am the new Emily Dickenson
now that I'm dead maybe you'll listen
I'll tear open your ears
and push in all the pain I've been hiding for years
I swear to Hell you'll hear
I am surprised down to my soul
that I've made any friends at all
the few who know me know damn well
my hands are always cold
that's ok I look better in casket fashion anyway
that's ok
I look better this way
I am the new unforgiving religion
follow the rules but they only stiffen
once you've been exhumed
I'll gouge out your eyes so you never know light
I swear to sin you'll see
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5. |
Anyhow
02:40
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I'm keeping words in cages.
It's none for the ages.
I've been feeling older now.
I put my tongue through my cheek,
and now I'm grinding my teeth.
One day I'm going to figure you out.
Or maybe make the time up somehow.
It's really the thought that counts
But I'm not all that sentimental now.
My attention is on the other side of town.
Where I'm down to bounce around.
It's cut and paste.
I chase the chase.
Never let it get too far way.
It's day to day.
An ever grey to be sure I'll never fade.
I'll bend until I break the same old ways.
Take my place in the crowd.
I'll go astray with this ball of clay.
In the hopes that you can make it out.
Maybe make this time up somehow.
You know, somewhere I lost count.
So don't bother bother bothering me now.
I've been trying to live in the anyhow.
I'm down to bounce around.
So come on and get my hopes up.
So come on and get my throat cut.
So come on and get my hopes up.
Come on.
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6. |
Supply And Demand
01:47
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Oh I wanna live yeah
dying with all these sins would be too grim
doomed to work these fingers to the bone
and choke until these grey eyes turn back into my head
I always wanted to see what I've been thinking
sluts and whores by the liquor store doors
they are a dimebag a dozen but so am I
a stoic and a poet
a looker don't you know it
I guess I'm not in short supply
but the last thing I will do is give up and die
handsome men with the bluest eyes
I won't even compare once mine turn white
a painter and a poet
a looker don't you know it
I guess demand for her is high
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7. |
Jetlagged
03:07
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Jetlagged.
All in the bag.
And I've got the worst hands.
And you're alright, that's all the words I've got tonight.
It's alright.
It's gonna have to do.
Cause I don't know if I've got what it takes to see this through.
And everything's uncertain.
The static of the curtain.
Sometimes the nights I'm hurting are totally worth it.
It all seems so strange.
High life is kinda plain.
There's no point in stating my crutch is my cane.
And now I'm talking in my sleep.
No one understands me.
I ain't drowning unless it's deep.
And empties surround me.
Jetlagged.
All in the bag.
And I've got the worst hands.
You're alright.
That's all the words I've got tonight.
You're alright.
And it's a drag when what you have leaves before it's been had.
And there's nothing you can do.
Darling, try to stay true.
Cause I don't know if I've got what it takes to see this through.
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8. |
Philophobia
01:56
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Why can't I love
maybe it's something that someone did to me
why can't I love
maybe it's something I've done to you
I'm like a train that has derailed
all the ground around me is torn to hell
I'm in pieces I need help
I'd ask you but that ship has sailed
her body's smoking
I wanna touch
but I'm broken so I'm giving up
there's not enough to me
not enough for you
all the best pilots fly solo
there's not enough to you
not enough for me
I am full my heart grows hungry
I'm gone I give up
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9. |
P Song
02:28
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I'm page to page.
I'm pacing my change.
I'm poisoning the project that was once destined for greatness.
Maybe it's better, Maybe it's better
If we never question this forever.
Not cut out for it or blessed with a gift.
When that door swings open, we'll make a break for it.
Now I'm out of breath.
It slipped through my fingers again.
Made a hell of a mess.
You know, I never expected you to be
here chasing after me.
Yes, it's better, maybe.
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10. |
Faith and Love
02:51
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I guess I've been to Heaven
a few times in this life
but only while I was sinning
so it would seem I'm torn at the seams
like the pillow on my bed
where I lay my confused head
the dark's no way to find your way home
maybe a little bit of faith is ok
I guess this heart's been broken
a few times in my life
but it still keeps on ticking
broken and beat withered and weak
it may be black and blue
but it's still pushing me through
the dark's no way to find your way home
maybe a little bit of love is ok
you can live your life without one or both
but it's like trying to run a race while breathing only smoke
fall to your knees
scream
pray to your god
"please give me the wings that we all come to need"
the dark's no way to find your way home
I hope we all get some faith
I hope we all love someday
I hope we'll all be ok
I guess I've been to Heaven
maybe I'll go tonight
it's never too late to change
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11. |
Nervous Kids
03:45
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Kids with kazoos in the kitchen. Armchair musicians.
After after party, just sit down and listen.
Freezing for the big statement. Sleeping warmer than I've been.
Half cocked all the way to heaven.
And I couldn't ask for more.
Now that I've got one foot out the door.
Don't close your heart on me now.
It's just about to pour.
It's just so hard to tell, you just tell it like it is.
We were always nervous kids.
I'm just a couch dog waiting for the excitement.
I'm just a fire waiting for some lightning.
I stretch myself thin enough, so that you can see through me.
Tomorrow's always perfect but it's what today brings.
And I couldn't ask for more.
Now that I've got both feet on the floor.
You know, I might actually stay for awhile this time.
If you don't mind the rain no more, I don't mind the rain no more.
It's just so hard to tell, you just tell it like it is.
We were always nervous kids.
When all of your armor's been shed, you just can't keep yourself hidden.
You've gotta ask for it. You've gotta hear the reply.
I'd been asking myself the same damn question until I realized that I was worried about a lie.
A great friend once told me Never Die.
Don't let your ice melt. Don't let your heaven turn to a hell.
Just tell it like it is, you've got a strong voice when you use it.
We were always nervous kids.
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