1. |
Sway
04:10
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I got progressive specs
I got Gucci eyes
It was a birthday present to myself
So I could see through the disguise
Superman in reverse
I ain't bulletproof today
I can't leap any tall buildings
But I know how to sway
Perfect comic timing
Thanks for the applause
Clap when you are satisfied
Clap just because
I'm a hard nut to crack
But not for will I lack
Wasn't it you who taught me
Best defense is a good attack
Slow dance
Break backs
Shake hands
Slow dance
Slow dance
Break backs
Shake hands
Silly little sacrifices
For not a lot of gain
We put our faith in vices
Barely holding back the pain
I'm ok with compromise
I'm ok with loss
I'm ok with bad advice
If I know what's the cost
I've made bad decisions
I hold them to my chest
I made peace with the shameful revisions
I own up to all the rest
If you bend, if you ache
If you hold out another day
Don't crumble, don't break
Just sway, just sway
Slow dance
Break backs
Shake hands
Slow dance
Slow dance
Break backs
Shake hands
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2. |
Cock Fights
02:40
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Ha! I put my armour on
Flightless bird vs Farmer John
Sing a song at the crack of dawn
Wings longing 'til you're long gone
You've got talons razor quick
Literally and also like a trick
Is this the card you picked?
Is this the magic makes you tick?
I see you looking at me
It stirs the embers down beneath
You strut for me to see
You make it hard for me to breathe
I see you looking at me
Cocked your head for a better leer
Lascivious though I knew you to be
I never thought I'd see your fear
Ha! I got my weapons cocked
New beats from the record shop
Nothing like traditional rock
Not even close to hip hop
You like to watch me fail
Chuffed by the final nail
In the coffin of this tale
Sorry love, that ship has sailed
Two plus two, a pair of traitors
You weren't always the hater
Fight me now, there is no later
All my desires you never cater
I see you looking at me
It stirs the embers down beneath
You strut for me to see
You make it hard for me to breathe
I see you looking at me
Cocked your head for a better leer
Lascivious though I knew you to be
I never thought I'd see your fear
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3. |
Unholy Rites
02:42
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Light a candle for an unexpected vigil
You brought your brother for a lark
The most solemn I have ever seen you feel
A million flames in the dark;
A hundred zealots in the park
Oh my goodness I found this home
It makes me contemplate my fate
We're like two cursed blackbirds
Never quite alone
We never have to wait
It's unholy, the urge to self-destruct
Read me my last rites
I'm not deluded, I know we're already fucked
But nonetheless, I put up a good fight
Summon something otherworldly
As if it's just another day
You get your jollies from subtle cruelty
Tragically, that's always been your way
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4. |
Cain's Lament
03:10
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Can you ever get enough
Can you ever get enough
I killed my brother
I killed your brother too
I took all boys from their mother
That's nothing new
The great escape
Is no escape at all
Can you fall from grace
When there's nowhere left to fall
The existential joke
The only thing I fear
That's all, folks
The end is always near
What's your moral code
Where do you draw the line
What turns you cold
What would change your mind
My best was never good enough
For dear old dad
I rationalize all that stuff
So I'm really not that bad
My best was never good enough
For dear old dad
I rationalize all that stuff
So I'm really not that bad
If you see evil
Can you look it in the eye
Do you feel needful
For the praise from the sky
I killed my brother
I killed your brother too
There is no other
It's just me and you
My best was never good enough
For dear old dad
I rationalize all that stuff
So I'm really not that bad
My best was never good enough
For dear old dad
I rationalize all that stuff
So I'm really not that bad
The greatest sin
In the pit of my soul
Came from within
It's just a hole
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Brave brave Sir Sadalot
Brave brave Sir Sadalot
You're not even there
You're not even there
Sit on your horse a lot
Sit on that horse a lot
Going nowhere
Going nowhere
Come have some fun with us
Come have some fun with us
What would it hurt
What would it hurt
Oh
Lonely Sir Sadalot
Lonely Sir Sadalot
Come out and play
Come out and play
Sad sad Sir Sadalot
Sad sad Sir Sadalot
Just like a ghost
At the break of day
Come have some fun with us
Come have some fun with us
What would it hurt
What would it hurt
Oh
Sad sad Sir Sadalot
Sad sad Sir Sadalot
Business as usual
Dressed so casual
Lonely Sir Sadalot
Lonely Sir Sadalot
Come out and play
Come out and play
Come have some fun with us
Come have some fun with us
What would it hurt
What would it hurt
Oh
Lonely Sir Sadalot
Lonely Sirt Sadalot
Come out and play
Come out and play
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6. |
Lie In The Dirt
03:44
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It's the measure of a man
Sixteen scars on the back of my hand
45 years of lies and sin but
I didn't tell you to let me in
Do you want to lie in the dirt
Here beside me so we can flirt
Dozen years ago you told me
Babe I love you, let me in
Facts are only useful if
You have a lie or two to give
You can't have one without the other
And I can't tell you how to live
Rest in peace here lie in the dirt
Sleep is not a dirty word
Dreams are not a little death
You can always let me in
It ain't science
No bad or good
Nothing's righteous
Just bitter blood
It ain't science
No bad or good
Nothing makes it better
Just bitter blood
Nothing's sacred after dark
Meet me at midnight in the old ball park
Secrets told behind the pine trees
Always to protect your kin
Our roots are buried in the same place
That's why you're my mirror face
You don't have to get your hands dirty
I am not your beast within
When you turn to habit and ritual
The reasons I'm here become fictional
I'm not here to prop a martyr
No matter how deep the link
There's no fighting with your inner self
You lose that battle the deeper you delve
Fuck the face behind the mask
No matter how deep you sink
It ain't science
No bad or good
Nothing is righteous
Just bitter blood
It ain't science
No bad or good
Nothing makes it better
Just bitter blood
Ah our roots are buried in the same soil
Fuck it hurts, the blood boils
Fuck I hate how I hated myself
Why can't I just let you in
Our roots are buried in the dirt
Fuck the facts that left us hurt
This is why I keep my mouth shut
When I just want to breathe again
It ain't science
No bad or good
Nothing makes it better
Just bitter blood
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7. |
Lord Who
02:54
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Everybody loves a lie
Rest your hands on the back of my hips
I don't know how to pray
All these words in my head
I don't know what to say
That hasn't already been said
The sour taste of dying faster
There is nothing by design
A God who makes slaves and masters
How many times you cross the line
Confessions don't wipe the slate
The blood drips, always alive
Imagine yourself at the pearly gates
What did you give up to survive
Raise your palms to the sky
Mercy means you give a shit
Bow your head, shut your eyes
Beg forgiveness for all of it
Lord who, Lord who
Who decides, who decides
Who lives Who lives
Who dies who dies
Lord why Lord why
Why the mercy, why the mercy
Lord when it's
Lord when it's all a lie
Your alter ego dressed in black
Face a blur in the shadow
Plays the piano in the back
I told the truth; I had to
Mesmerized by quarter notes
Deified the slender keys
I burned all the letters you wrote
The only way to set you free
When we meet face to face
What you won't anticipate
Who stepped in, took your place
Everything you abdicate
Should I believe forever
One day this gets better
That's not gonna happen ever
That's why I burned yr letters
Lord who, Lord who
Who decides, who decides
Who lives Who lives
Who dies who dies
Lord why Lord why
Why the mercy, why the mercy
Lord when it's
Lord when it's all a lie
Rest yr palm on the holy book
Swear to fuck on your name
Give back everything you took
Fair enough, fair game
I'm here to close that chapter
Once and for all
I'm not waiting for the rapture
This is not the final call
Lord who, Lord who
Who decides, who decides
Who lives Who lives
Who dies who dies
Lord why Lord why
Why the mercy, why the mercy
Lord when it's
Lord when it's all a lie
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8. |
God On The Morning Show
03:44
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You take advantage of lovely people
You hold onto their hopes
A clever word or two with ugly reason
You got devoted on your rope
Symphonic organs play you in
God on the morning show
Slow your holy roll in the din
Don't tell them everything you know
Clap your hands stomp your feet
Raise your hands and be saved
You twist a parable to purpose
Tease out the lies
Testament is nourishment
Communion with the wise
If only you could make it right
If the words were oh so true
I wouldn't cry to sleep at night
Maybe I'd love you
Clap your hands stomp your feet
Raise your hands and be saved
You take advantage of lovely people
You hold onto their hopes
Slow your holy roll in the din
Don't tell them everything you know
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9. |
Blow Me Down
02:58
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Pick up yr feet off of the ground
Dust off yr pride, fuck yr frown
I haven't yet decided if you're just a clown
But I try and I try and you just let me down
This is a song about walking down a hallway
You never reach the end; it goes on for always
It's lined with art of all of your follies
To remind you of your permanent pure melancholy
Fates conspire to blow me down
I can't take the guilt so I wear a martyr's crown
All these hypocrisies holding me down
Hush, hush, don't make a sound
Pick up your tools, we got a job to do
It's called towing the line and that's what we do
We don't have a lot of shared true
But I learned everything, I learned it from you
Do what you're told and you don't get hurt
I forgot all the words lying in the dirt
Something something about meaningful things
And the aching loneliness of the songs we sings
Fates conspire to blow me down
I can't take the guilt so I wear a martyr's crown
All these hypocrisies holding me down
Hush, hush don't make a sound
Fates conspire to blow me down
I can't take the guilt so I wear a martyr's crown
All these hypocrisies holding me down
Hush, hush don't make a sound
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10. |
Dayz
03:05
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Days get shorter as we're nearer the end
We meant no harm but we can't pretend
Like we didn't see it coming a mile away
We ignored the dark for the sake of the day
I'm a planner, the compulsive sort
I like structure and function and being important
I react poorly to change of plans
I fall apart when things are out of my hands
Why do I pay with time?
The days are just a grind
I'm a dweller; hell, I'm a worrywort
I like art and music, and I'm kinda short
I'm agender and queer and the stick in the mud
Every day is a dud
Why do I pay with time?
The days are just a grind
I'm a hopeless obsessive who's benefit is doubt
Compulsive creator without the clout
A thousand times a day reliving a dream
That never really happened and didn't mean a thing
Days get shorter and the nights get long
You thought it was the dark that done me wrong
But the cold, cold empty don't bother me
As much as the thought of ceasing to be
Why do I pay with time?
The days are just a grind
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