1. |
Giving Blood
03:47
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I wasn't giving blood I was giving it a chance
My veins were hesitant but my heart had other plans
Mom always said if it's worth it, honey be patient be patient
cause if it works out, you'll be grateful that you waited you waited
Are your hands moving at all
Do they still have a pulse
I'm turning these days into nights cause I'm sleeping them away
Under the weight of the verdict that you were forced to make
I'm turning these days into nights cause I'm sleeping them away
Under the weight of the verdict that you were forced to make
That we were forced to take
Loose lips, how they sink ships but the tight one's they're too buoyant
So how did it warrant the censorship, a cease and desist
End of the tunnel, end of the tunnel, is it too early to see it?
The light or a regret. I'm so so sorry, I hope that you know it.
Are your hands moving at all
Do they still have a pulse
I'm turning these days into nights cause I'm sleeping them away
Under the weight of the verdict that you were forced to make
I'm turning these days into nights cause I'm sleeping them away
Under the weight of the verdict that you were forced to make
That we were forced to take
My only regret, my only repent is that you're serving the time.
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2. |
Vice Versa
03:23
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I know a lot of names, faces, and social games
Our stories hide themselves sit lone on old book shelves
Some speak of tragedy, hardbacks without their sleeves
Distracted easily, topics of wants not needs
Do we really think that we're alone, our sufferings selfish delusion
Do we really think that we're alone, our minds refuse to let go
Do we really think that we're alone, our sufferings selfish delusion
Do we really think that we're alone, our minds refuse to let go
Why is it we're surprised when you take off your eyes
Phatically we compose language in useless prose
In headlights we came scared no trust with what we share
Your status isn't clear, is it for attention dear
Do we really think that we're alone, our sufferings selfish delusion
Do we really think that we're alone, our minds refuse to let go
Do we really think that we're alone, our sufferings selfish delusion
Do we really think that we're alone, our minds refuse to let go
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3. |
Wrong Places
02:41
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I wake up and look for some direction
Wounds that were healing seem to come back open
Further inspected I see disconnection
Lack of complication and absence of reflection
I’ve been looking in all the wrong places
Hot or cold please tell me cause I feel desperate
I’ve been looking in all the wrong places
Hot or cold please tell me cause I feel desperate
I learned in the vineyard that the grapes don’t crush themselves
But found in our brokenness there’s a love that bids farewell
To the vines the mold us and hold us in our shells
Providing a compass when other direction fails
But heard through the gossip, someone’s been casting spells
That tells all the grapes on the vine there’s a better life where they dwell
And they start to believe that there’s strength in the pain they’ve felt
Forgiveness is foolish, it’s why your stepdad used his belt.
I’ve been looking in all the wrong places
Hot or cold please tell me cause I feel desperate
I’ve been looking in all the wrong places
Hot or cold please tell me cause I feel desperate
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4. |
A Remorse of Course
03:22
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You said suffering was the best thing that ever happened to you
Little web of light when did you decide which lines you can cross over and which ones you abide
Your visions pre-conditioned prophetically acclaimed. The only medicine is the one that we hate
It's not what we said it's how it slipped through
It's not what we did it's what we didn't do
It's not what we said it's how it slipped through
It's not what we did it's what we aught to
These shells, come ring these bells. When you start to lose that skin we won't need paint
Aesthetics quite pathetic, the canvas compensates. Brush strokes oil based faux landscapes.
Misplace and display only pretty things. Under our beds lay places for hiding
It's not what we said it's how it slipped through
It's not what we did it's what we didn't do
It's not what we said it's how it slipped through
It's not what we did it's what we aught to
The more I hide these portraits, the less inclined I am to force it
conditioned to decompose the presence of our tattered bones
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5. |
Not Penny's Boat
04:09
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I've got a snake bite right on the side of my hip
and I know the serpent that gave it to me
It's been a while since I last looked in the mirror, yeah
I hope that I can still see my reflection
I never leave shore with those bags that I pack, no
Cause I know I'll be coming right on back
Islands hide in our worst guidance
Silent we stand.
Cities abandoned
We sold all the life-boats for these smiles
My debtors my debts how often we forget
An eye for an eye is not progress
My debtors my debts, all the days that we've spent
Missing teeth planning revenge
Be weary of where your treasures may lie and hide
They say that's where your heart ends up too
Hold my breath, your numbers coming up next
Elect whether you want me to sink or swim
Each little pot calls the next kettle pitch-black.
When in fact all of our bones are just as rusty as the last
Islands hide in our worst guidance
Silent we stand.
Cities abandoned
We sold all the life-boats for these smiles
My debtors my debts how often we forget
An eye for an eye is not progress
My debtors my debts, all the days that we've spent
Missing teeth planning revenge
It's not Penny's boat
They're not here to rescue
It's not Penny's boat
No matter what they promise you
silent children dry ground's missing
islands abandon this ship's crisis
half hearted we repent for the days that we have spent
with broken teeth but planning revenge
islands
Silence
our best
of guidance
canvas
abandoned
Frame and
Canvas
Honesty
Abandoned
Present tense
Guidence
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6. |
Fault Lines
04:20
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I never said I was brave and I don't know how to speak
Oh sweet girl don't make me get down on my knees
You locked the bathroom door and you took the key
I need a minute, please just one second
For me to clear my head for me to measure
I need a minute, please just one second
I don't do so well not under pressure
I refuse to yell
I refuse to scream
I refuse to act
Like those who raised me
However long it takes, I'll be here with you
This tone of mine distorts much less than I'm confused
I seem to only live here when you want me to
I need a minute, please just one second
For me to clear my head for me to measure
I need a minute, please just one second
I don't do so well not under pressure
I refuse to yell
I refuse to scream
I refuse to act
Like those who raised me
I left those sounds at the old estate
but never doubt what gives me shape
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7. |
All the King's Men
03:23
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Cut all your losses but lost in your process
the last course and horse shit, It might help to be penitent
Friends with no benefits except for one's rhetoric
Blurred lines wrong content, all I see is static
Redemptive violence you lead in blindness
Hung your flag over their heads and then said get to digging
Redemptive violence you lead in blindness
Hung your flag over their heads and then said get to digging
Wake me up again I've got to be dreaming
The words that you're preaching sound more like demons
Rewrote in american but omitted any red ones
So have you been counting all the masters you're serving
Redemptive violence you lead in blindness
Hung your flag over their heads and then said get to digging
Redemptive violence you lead in blindness
Hung your flag over their heads and then said get to digging
i see men die for their empire
Widows weep but sons reprise for their empire
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8. |
Framed/Slanted
03:36
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I need to quit and control my temperament
I think all these IPAs are wearing off on me
I'm too fucking bitter and the older I get the less I like it
So what are you doing boy, that's so difficult to avoid
All the ghosts that know your name
These days are against me
So I can plead all I want but the 5th cannot help me
Stretch my heart just like a canvas, framed and slanted
If there's any innocence left in us.
Stretch my heart just like a canvas, framed and slanted
If there's any innocence left in us.
How is the view from my head
Your new home cause I can't forget
Rent free but it's temporary
Just too bright to bury and the longer you stay the harder I
Pray for vacancy, I’m waiting patiently
That you get the things you claim to need
And certainly make this
High maintenance, low efficiency, I'll take this, You'll see
Stretch my heart just like a canvas, framed and slanted
If there's any innocence left in us.
Stretch my heart just like a canvas, framed and slanted
If there's any innocence left in us.
Our ghosts they love to dance and they know our favorite songs
Why do we let it control us?
Why do we let them stay?
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9. |
Friend Fiction
04:00
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I've been beating dead horses all day long
So should I just stop or should I press pause
My reality to your friend fiction
You made the bed that we're lying on, yeah
Come down when you feel ready
Making up stories, you insist
Casting me the antagonist
Making up stories, you insist
My actions were but accidents
Kindly forged the prologue in our writing
Because for you it had the worst of timing
Biting my tongue so it don't fall out
The more you fire off the more you're digging down, yeah
You said I'm the house and you're gonna loose
Making up stories, you insist
Casting me the antagonist
Making up stories, you insist
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10. |
The Bottom of Our Lives
05:07
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Push-pin geography. Places that I repeat
None feel as well received like you throwing up on me
Soil for roots to plant your name in wet cement
Accents that you can't stand. Thank god I'm on Cohasset
I throw up on you, I throw up on you
This kind of love kind of has a funny way of finding us
I throw up on you, I throw up on you
This kind of love kind of has a funny way of finding us
Can't read but I leave notes Mom and Dad can help decode
Hints as to what I wrote you're so damn beautiful
Confirmed I can't deny divine love simplified
At the bottom of our lives you seek and I'll hide
And I remember when they held you under the water with one hand
And I remember then, awestruck to your economy in motion
Raised your eyes under the light, fluorescent type, but still no sight
Then my first conscious hypnic jerk. Whatever it was I stopped the search
It's at the bottom of our lives
I throw up on you, I throw up on you
This kind of love kind of has a funny way of finding us
I throw up on you, I throw up on you
This kind of love kind of has a funny way of finding us
Be sure to listen and you'll be heard. Like a clam but I know you'll hurt
When if ever a hypnic jerk. What do I want? Where do I search?
I hope you listen I hope you're heard.
When if ever
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