1. |
A Match In My Hand
05:11
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24, and you're a match in my hand
and I am kerosene with an olive branch and a crayon
I'm an atom with a mass unsurpassed
and you're the splitter who has found me at last
As you're the spaceship at the edge of your ellipse
I'm the gravity pulling you back onto my lips
Spring summer trout and the break of ease
Fall winter drought after autumn freeze
The climbing broke back all my fingernails
My heart's been written on like an acetate
That tells the story of a boy who can't translate
How there was nothing to stop the pendulum
After 2 years out of equilibrium
I'm the revolver, cocked, and ready to pull
And you're the round exploding inside my frail skull
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2. |
Awake To Heal
04:49
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This pen's out of ink from writing off
The loneliest of words can't explain this loss
The vehicle of choice
A familiar scene and voice
To think it's freedom?@$@!%
We are waiting
We are wasting
We are waking
To new life
This sour aura like a morning (mourning) tongue
Kerosene fills my lungs
I'm calling your bluff in stride
And taste smoke from the fire inside
It'll give me freedom! FREEDOM! FREEDOM!
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3. |
Minny
04:34
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I don't recognize the bathroom tile
and the mirror's blurred.
And I don't think my family knows what it's like
to want to lose more than to hurt.
And I'll bet you my shotgun
is furtive as my frowns.
And I'll bet you no one will know
when I leave town.
Now it feels all wrong this waking
to a well-rested tire.
Even the cigarettes are
tired of being left on fire.
If I could've bought more time with the settlement...
And if I didn't lose my mind when the muzzle went...
If you wouldn't seem to mind, don't want to waive goodbyes.
How many times does a human being burn alive?
Now the dust on your pillow is thick,
one side of my bed is worn thin.
The sound of your voice is stuck in these walls,
you won't ever get laughed at again.
I just want to hold you again.
She'll never cheat high again.
I just want to breathe your breath again.
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4. |
Driving Home
05:16
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I'm driving home, at night alone,
The smell of burnt brakes out on the interstate.
The windows are open, and the music is loud,
And cars are just stop-and-go all around.
Gridlock left over from the evening rush,
From battle zones where your efforts are never enough.
Each of these guys have got their own place to be,
Their own set of vices, that don't include me
And when I get home,
and take a good look at what I hurled myself at today.
I got a chance to think, and that's good.
I got a lot of worries, that's understood.
I've got no money, and I've got no lies.
I've got a big question whose answer's a big surprise.
I've got one more week, then I've gotta know,
'Cuz then I'm spinning tires stagnant with no answers to show.
I wake up for another one of 365 days,
And it smells like a bleached white hotel towel on my face.
And the steam rises me forward by day,
To go out and make another mistake.
Leading me forward in recurring pain.
Only so I can now go out and gain.
Another white canvas, and all I've got is a brush,
And now a puddle of mud; and now the morning rush.
And when I get home,
and take a good look at what I hurled myself at today.
I got a chance to think, and that's good.
I got piece of mind like I wish you would.
I got joy in my heart and a calm inside,
Because my old self has since passed gone and died.
I've got one more week if you want to hang out,
Because I know this guy I want to tell you about.
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5. |
Springtime
06:04
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Am I still feeling this blessed assurance?
As this light flickers out
Arms stretched a little more thin than before
As sheets of thin and cool films renew my complexion
Now can you see me struggling,
Or did I hide it too well?
And do you feel a heavy weight,
Each day pulling you down?
Now can you see me struggling
Or did I hide it too well?
And do you feel a heavy weight
Each day pulling you down?
I guess we're a little afraid of facing our fears.
Well what do we have to live up to
Oh if we don't have dreams In the daytime?
Am I still feeling this blessed assurance
As this light flickers out
Arms stretched a little more thin than before
As each honest human,
You humans renew my complexion
Now can you see me struggling,
Or did I hide it too well?
And do you feel a heavy weight
Each day pulling you down
Well we've all been broken
And our heroes are ten times worse
So what are we going to rise to?
One by one, we're breaking out!
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6. |
Far As We Could Go
06:14
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Achievements mounting with the seas,
Lessons manifest in this disease,
That this moment's not everything we got,
But it's a lot.
If only the look inside my eyes,
Could tell you where my heart resides,
I see our lives are on the rise,
I see the prize.
I see everything explode.
Life degrades like an anode.
But not after all of the lines we drove.
Far as we could go
A faith-filled knock then I received,
A faithless lie kills your belief
If only you'd wipe clean your grief.
So you'd receive.
Far as we could go for spring.
Look at how well we are shaping.
Far as we could go for dreams.
Far as we could go for dreams.
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7. |
Chasing The Sun
04:05
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Shed a tear, pushed off the dock.
At Hunting-something-ton bay.
The underdog is gonna bottom out,
But there's no way you'll see me abate.
Toiled forever and a day,
Eleventh grade predicts my fate.
Screw every single ball and chain,
I'm the one who set the fire ablaze!
Look out, I'm coming in!
No I haven't done enough yet.
I'm sick of shivering,
And it's too quiet all around.
Sticks and stones, I'll not relent.
Sweaty brow furrows discontent.
I see hopes and a fire and a fork in the road,
Balls out, one hundred and ten percent.
A migraine and the rushing wind,
Satisfaction from having tried.
From having tried to fly so high,
My life will never be stultified.
So I went and chased the burning sun.
Drove all this way, and it still passed me up.
So I gunned it as fast as I could go.
Another eighteen hours on the road
Plateau, though it's not enough.
I'll reach the sun in a number of days.
Shed a tear, and realize time,
Evanescent as the coastal haze.
Grip my ardor, hold it tight.
Save some for the coming night.
So we can perpetually ride,
And reach some crazy matchless height.
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8. |
Blur
02:02
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Hey, I can feel you now
A warm breeze where you're from
I don't want to mistake
Conscience for boredom
And I'm all alone
Lost out in the ocean
Then caught up in the air
With a heart unbroken
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