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Note the Clever Slate
09:04
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Part One: Walk-On
What do we do?
We play our silly little tunes
Trust our songs to you
Might make you feel a little less blue
Charlie Fleming - charity case
a nobody, just a waste of space
What do we do?
Climbed up this mountain, but the car's at the top
with melodies we keep true
to ourselves - not even Alvy can make us stop
Charlie Fleming - charity case
was, is, and will be in grace
Blake Grady, gettin' in the zone
our sound can only further grow
Father and daughter on the superstation
carry out our thoughtful preparation
and at the end, always ask for the Wolfman
but it's she left standing at the end
What do we do?
They said to note the clever slate
The Great Spirit's gloom
out of Heaven, in Hell we reign
Charlie Fleming - charity case
drive the van from state to state
Blake Grady - loyal at your side
we won't strike until the time's just right
Elive Cochrane, she's so happy to see you
real names be the proof (punk rock changed our lives)
Draco - just Draco...what can I say?
y'all keep pushin' on each and every day
Father and daughter on the superstation
carry out our thoughtful preparation
and at the end, always ask for the Wolfman
but it's she left standing at the end
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Part Two: The Ballade of Charlie Fleming
Moved back home, singin' stupid songs
days were long, nights were so damn hot
runnin' the rides all day and night
feelin' the knife, so I saw the light
Drive up to the Stor-Mart after work
get the paper, go home, and get my rocks off
I asked the clerk - well, he went bezerk
with his insults, it all had to stop
White knight with blue hair intervened
my rightful anger was't diggin' his scene
with a push and a shove, we hit the shelves
a new friendship was what we were sellin'
Crazy things, illnesses, the light
singing kinks, Shenandoah, his strife
in Atlanta? Way down here?! a Cosmonaut!
Diggers dig, Alvy fears, bands exalt!
I bid greetings from Mystic Falls
weird person on my mind, pain she wrought
hey, I'm game for whatever you say
I fell under her soulful spell
I sensed inside that her mind she was hurt
when I came out, I was quite unwell
and I still dream of her psychic Hell
Help me, I am lost
I can't find my way out
what I chose I cannot doubt
peace of mind is what I've sought
I'm so sorry, Charlie
I have to die
Father and daughter on the superstation
carry out our thoughtful preparation
and at the end, always ask for the Wolfman
but it's she left standing at the end
Cry as you come down, cry as you come down
Isolate, farms go steady
and I don't think that we're quite ready
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Pulled into the parking lot
didn't try to find a spot
heard The Money Store blarin' from
the SUV owned by a mom
and out popped the coolest guy
don't give a damn about his ride
walk into the family pizza joint
rack up those number of piggy points
the teen mouse, he dances without a choice
just another crazy thing in Wackyland
just another thing for your soul's sunset
another thing lost in the desert sand
that'll fade once it's all been said
once it's all been said
once it's all been said
wakin' up from a decade's sleep
can't recall any of that silly dream
a nerdy boy brings me to speed
about a year in and i can breathe
and then i dream of an older man
as Jesus Christ at His last stand
and then they break the news to me
i was born into humanity
let the man-o-war imbue me with knowledge
fast track my way through the college of knowledge
they took my mom and i was the only one who saw it
just another crazy thing in Wackyland
just another thing for your soul's sunset
another thing lost in the desert sand
that'll fade once it's all been said
once it's all been said
once it's all been said
i've been sittin' in my chair for a month now
waitin' for the day that i cut off the valve
my life is meaningless, so i make no effort
to get up from my chair, so i shit in my shorts
i was once a climber with Malick's eye
now i count down the days until i die
haven't heard a damn thing from Dave or Craig
my sight goes away, my soul is painted grey
just another crazy thing in Wackyland
just another thing for your soul's sunset
another thing lost in the desert sand
that'll fade once it's all been said
once it's all been said
once it's all been said
once it's all been said
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3. |
The Abyss
03:36
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Hello, we monitor the frequencies
and from what we can see, you're on the edge of self-destruction
we strive for no corruption, why we strive for that special spark
it'll come around on a lark or so it goes...
We cry a song of peace from the abyss
but bickering's something you must strip
We search for the thing that elevates you
so you're determined to see the day through
Hello, we reach out from the sea
Surprised at your curious scene - wanna reach out and talk to us
the sins of the father are the sins of the son - as the angry attack, we go on the run
there's one world, don't screw it up or so it goes...
We cry a song of peace from the abyss
but bickering's something you must strip
We search for the thing that elevates you
so you're determined to see the day through
Hello, we monitor the frequencies
something about you gleams, not just a contradiction
and you've listened, you're more than a devastator
you cared enough to fight for her, and now we know...
We cry a song of peace from the abyss
but bickering's something you must strip
We search for the thing that elevates you
so you're determined to see the day through
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4. |
The Light
03:28
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She had heat stroke - we're unfairly yoked
leave her out in the sun - she won't wake up
I scour the perimeter - her sickness made us prisoner
I swear to God I'll protect her - oh, even if it kills me first
Here's hoping the light survives
Here's hoping the light gets by
Hold on, girl - we're saving you
Hold on - you won't be through
She came with cold at least five years ago
My parents made us stay inside - I kept her in my sight
I was bored immediately - stricken with Yossarian's deed
I brought her out to play and her eyes rolled back like yesterday
Here's hoping the light survives
Here's hoping the light gets by
Hold on, girl - we're saving you
Hold on - you won't be through
Mom and dad called me selfish
The light's livelihood I thought was well
Said she had double pneumonia
She'd be dead had I not called 'em up
That's why I feel the need to try to fix her
'cause if we don't get this, she'll be dead for sure
Because at the end, I'm no good
if I can't care for her livelihood
Here's hoping the light survives
Here's hoping the light gets by
Hold on, girl - we're saving you
Hold on - you won't be through
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The battle's long since over, but war rages on
I look o'er my shoulder, only comforted by song
poor ol' Charlie Fleming, Deionychus misnamed
tune to channel eleven, watch the channel grow today
Lakewood's now a sound stage, the bridge in mass decay
at the end of shooting day, I cry and drive away
poor ol' Charlie Fleming, misfit vampire thirst
still on on' eleven, watch the channel go even worse
Gee, you may be pop stars, each and every one of you.
I know y'all will go far - no shit, I'm tellin' the truth.
Gee, you may be pop stars, each and every one of you.
Y'all got endless smarts - I know, so now don't y'all be blue.
As long as Charlie has Blake
as long as [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] stay
together for the people in disarray
we'll converge upon the Aural Grace (TM).
The battle's long since over, now war peters out.
Jess in his Range Rover - I'll prove myself without a doubt.
Gee, you may be pop stars, each and every one of you.
I know y'all will go far - no shit, I'm tellin' the truth.
Gee, you may be pop stars, each and every one of you.
Y'all got endless smarts - I know, so now don't y'all be blue.
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6. |
Ava's Dismissal
07:40
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Crisp September day
I was on my way,
get educated.
Stop at the CVS for a snack
got quite a few classes -
sadness.
Got my books all out -
a girl in doubt
what her character's about.
And an intern calls me in,
sporting cheeky grins -
make it Hell within.
I can't let it go now - they lied to my greenhorn face.
My life's gone to the cows - I'll think about this on all my days.
Can't forget that Wesleyan dismissal
commuters' no-epistle
locked me out of opportunity
Starin' at death in the factory.
My counselor sits
like the cobra's spit
wants to make it quick.
Thirst for cigarettes
lungs gasp for breath -
I'm dead fuckin' set.
Says I'm too loud
about my nowhere lounge -
they can hear me across town.
So they hand it down,
I throw it on the ground
pretty penny's never found.
I can't let it go now - they lied to my greenhorn face.
My life's gone to the cows - I'll think about this on all my days.
Can't forget that Wesleyan dismissal
commuters' no-epistle
locked me out of opportunity
Starin' at death in the factory.
I can't afford your houses
you find my pain arousing
keep me dead in the water
keep me there with my father
this dismissal is my end
you'd rather wish I was dead
don't I deserve the same chance
have my own city of glass?
I can't let it go now - they lied to my greenhorn face.
My life's gone to the cows - I'll think about this on all my days.
Can't forget that Wesleyan dismissal
commuters' no-epistle
locked me out of opportunity
Starin' at death in the factory.
Stuck 'til death in the factory.
I play guitar, but in your class, that won't get me far.
Please give me a C so I can be finally out of Wesleyan!
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7. |
Duke of Madness Motors
03:59
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I'm a secular "boy"
livin' and playin' with toys
they keep callin' me "boy"
that role I'd rather destroy
comin' out as the car
my future's due for the stars
they call my person a car
helicopters through ramparts
Who am I if I cannot be me?
What can I be if I cannot turn dreams
into reality - stuck as the Duke of Madness
Motors when I'm really the Duchess of Prunes?
I draw a bit here and there
all in all, I think it's fair
my proofs-of-concept are over there
and I'm proud - why must you stare?
the yellow thing is my pride
the amalgamation aside
you insist I musn't feel pride
blend on in, hang my hat, call my pursuit a lie
Who am I if I cannot be me?
What can I be if I cannot turn dreams
into reality - stuck as the Duke of Madness
Motors when I'm really the Duchess of Prunes?
Who am I if I cannot be me?
What can I be if I cannot turn dreams
into reality - stuck as the Duke of Madness
Motors when I'm really the Duchess of Prunes?
I've made too many mistakes
if I'm something, I'm anything but a saint
stuck as the moron who drew her friend away
stuck in the Smokes with the skies all grey
Who am I if I cannot be me?
What can I be if I cannot turn dreams
into reality - stuck as the Duke of Madness
Motors when I'm really the Duchess of Prunes?
Who am I if I cannot be me?
What can I be if I cannot turn dreams
into reality - stuck as the Duke of Madness
Motors when I'm really the Duchess of Prunes?
Duke of Madness Motors.
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8. |
Under the Lights
03:19
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When I was a lil' filly
and the sun was goin' down
I'd read about the movies
yellow signs when they're in town
Mom said it was so silly
to focus on the truly cutthroat
I find it all stress and smoothly
keepin' high all my hope
Now I'm in industry
I come alive at the dead of night
the director is on a timeframe
we have to do it right
fight in an empty city
everybody's bundled up
schedule's all to blame
I cannot get enough
And so I pray, and so I pray
that'll we'll all see the end of day
And thus I'm flooded under the lights
the orange glow at my lock-up delight
sometimes extra, sometimes helper
I make the effort through the orange sulfur
Night time we fell alive
night time we shoot nonstop
get those scenes in the can
for sleep we knowingly wrought
signs up at the dead of night
crafty is our energy
our brothers through our bond
far away like Jerry Reed
And so I pray, and so I pray
and then I realize God gives me pain
And thus I'm flooded under the lights
the orange glow at my lock-up delight
sometimes extra, sometimes helper
I make the effort through the orange sulfur
"Martini" they call on walkie
better hold that 10-2, partner
gotta get his vision done
it's so close, yet it's farther
callin' wrap all happily
get their outs, go to my car
eyes flutter at the rising sun
yet we're merely up to par
And so I pray, and so I pray
that I can make it to my blanket
And so I pray, and so I pray
that I can make it to my blanket
And so I pray, and so I pray
and then I realize God gives me pain
And so I pray, and so I pray
that I'll live to see another day
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My alarm is set for five
get up, get in the shower, time to shine
get ready, grab my keys, head out the door
a new day upon this show, I go forth
I check the picture of the call sheet
I see we have 300 BG
set my spot up at the tent
another day to pay the rent
I'm grateful for you - no, really, I am
sung stages of upward trajectory
I'll help you out - the best that I can
rungs on the ladder to my tranquility
100, 200, 300, 400, 500, 600
and I'm a card-carryin' man
Highlight the staggered hundreds
all the talking, my ears are dead
after all's been said, I rope my herd
through the corridors of Silling's moment of hurt
I get a call from the surveillance
another extra wasn't complacent
he screamed at [REDACTED], growing louder
got him off, burnt up his voucher
I'm grateful for you - no, really, I am
sung stages of upward trajectory
I'll help you out - the best that I can
rungs on the ladder to my tranquility
100, 200, 300, 400, 500, 600
and I'm a card-carryin' man
Shenandoah plays for me in my memories
Shenandoah waits for me through its melody
Shenandoah cauterizes my nerves for all time
Shenandoah numbs my mind 'til the moment that I die
I've been on the run from a loaded gun
why couldn't they see that their work is done
don't you ever mistreat them out on the street
surge through me, electricity
Shenandoah cools me down so I get around
Shenandoah feigns a sound, straps won't hold me down
Shenandoah calls for me through peaks and valleys
Shenandoah slyly schemes - sparks burn memories
Screaming back to reality
Burning me up, electicity
the pain pass-thru the twist-in-the-pair
Photo-lens vision stared with a glare
My son, why do you forsake me
My son, why can't you relate me
I didn't fire the shot
That started the rot
Untying the knot
You know Dexter's thought
We're Democrat Scots
we endlessly wrought
An angel appears before
with glasses of water adorning
I get up from my blackened vessel
live upon the Heavenly tress
Load out at the end of the day
from the mall - it's all been frayed
wait until the 2nd tells me to go
and then I'm off to do the next show
I'm grateful for you - no, really, I am
sung stages of upward trajectory
I'll help you out - the best that I can
rungs on the ladder to my tranquility
100, 200, 300, 400, 500, 600
and I'm a card-carryin' man
Shenandoah, Shenan-d'oh
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10. |
The Swiss Army Spoon
04:11
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I let it slip away
I hesitate, make a little break
I cannot think straight
the pathway contorts into black
Do I call myself insane
if I have to, Leelah calls herself too
and for sad release I wait
and I wait patiently
Down to the river I go
searchin' for the fountain
Lamneth finally shows
focus not on the screaming nor the deceit
nor the tears
Down to the river I go
bathe in the still waters
for sadness I overthrow
for peace remembered fondly
in select scenes
I let it slip away
I further hesitate, my wrist barely grazed
I breathe just for a minute
silently hoping, desperately waiting
What did I do to me
I cannot let it me, no escape that I can see
sad release until splashdown
I call to make my sound
Down to the river I go
searchin' for the fountain
Lamneth fades away
in ether it staves
off my pain
they say to launch myself
into space and time itself
sadness I reconcile
through the aisle of starscapes
and supernova wraiths
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Hotshot pilot
from the Shoney's to the base
so used to violence
have my Sanka at the end of day
another thing to fight
I don't care what shape it is
and it fires a light
in my brain it's burned in
All my facades, they repeat -
none of them are the real me
the core of I, I mustn't see
how I became me painfully
They pull me out of there
put me on medical leave
all I do is sit and stare
my mind raped as it could be
the loop plays within my dreams
locked-off stored-away scenes
the order's different every night
ends with mom in a noose every time
All my facades, they repeat -
none of them are the real me
the core of I, I mustn't see
how I became me painfully
And now I take a bath
all the life, it flows from me
life has shown its wrath
retreat inside my Shoney's
All my facades, they repeat -
none of them are the real me
the core of I, I mustn't see
how I became me painfully
All my facades, they're the bitter pill
for awareness against my will
I'll rest in my booth and I'll drink coffee
'cause at least I can be the real me
With a strawberry pie
and ready to peacefully die
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12. |
Isolation
04:05
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Well, it stops here
nature's so fine and I'm bored
crack open another beer
and give some eccentric pain
I'm the guard in the textbook
the one paid to play the role
my hugbox says I'm exposing crooks
for their milk I sold my soul
Why do I poke at their conceptions?
Why do I spread misconceptions?
Fade out...fade in...fade out...
Haven't turned on the monitor
the Flower Boy told me not to do it
my interests are cannon fodder
"an incomplete woman" makes them sick
even though they're the same as me
I get mad and show my power level
after all, I'm their source of glee
though they trap me in their digital Hell
Why do they poke at my perceptions?
Why do they offer misdirection?
Fade out...fade in...fade out...
Down the road I go
pick up people normal and sane
and we stop at Goodwill aftertold
pick up broken Beta tapes
have a picnic at Ronnie's
look over the fragments of memories
and I dream of a world
and I dream of a perfect world
Maybe they're innocent
after all, it's just the Internet
if I stop, I get my thread
if I'm exposed, I'll wish I were dead
Maybe they have a point
I'll conform to make 'em happy
I'll be miserable to where I'm going
I'll head down the catacombs very gladly
Why do I poke at their conceptions?
Why do I spread misconceptions?
Fade out...fade in...fade out...
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13. |
Yellowhat
03:51
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Here lies the man
identified by his yellow hat
everyone else cries
all they know are his lies
why did the rumors
only take hold at the farms
that man was a tumor
the truth's buried under mountains of harm
What did he think at his last second
or was it all lead-stained 6s and 7s
what in the hell spurred him on like that
why did he put them through so much crap
here rots the fuck
he did things to off-the-cuff
he controlled the weak
looked like he fixed the meek
we're his self-help catgirls
army of those in his hole
we can't admit, so we hurt
for his love, he raped our souls
What did he think at his last second
or was it all lead-stained 6s and 7s
what in the hell spurred him on like that
why did he put them through so much crap
poor Yellowhat
giving them crap
smearing their pap
locking them in his traps
What did he think at his last second
or was it all lead-stained 6s and 7s
what in the hell spurred him on like that
why did he put them through so much crap
Why did he corner me in the hotel room
why did he pretend that it was all good
he said as I screamed, "it'll all be over soon"
I didn't think it would happen
poor Yellowhat
giving them crap
smearing their pap
locking them in his traps
fuck Yellowhat
to the chair he's strapped
I walk away from the switch
force him to a new way of living
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14. |
[untitled song]
01:49
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[none yet!]
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I'm in a familiar space
without a place to attend
can I went what I've broke
or have they already spoke
I see where my consciousness lay
I slaved over the electric page
my way I'd ease them in guide
lookin' for my past of the sign
Twelve minutes out and I'm still moving
and I'm still living
and I'm still moving
Through the morning clear I've
got the time to save myself
to die in my four-panel Hell
a loss as far as I can tell
within the white I emerge
to touch tips with the hand of God
through my hands Their power surges
what I've sowed is what I've wrought
Twelve minutes out and I'm still moving
and I'm still living
and I'm still moving
And still the memory remains
and worse yet, it drives me insane
it beckons me, seconds out, to play
through the falling of the rain...
I crawl to my old space
through the printing of the page
birthed through its naivete
I've lost it all, but all I've gained
and a man calls out to me
he's just like me, just like me
and all I can say, oh, is yes
through that cues my happy end
Twelve minutes out and I'm still moving
and I'm still living
and I'm still moving
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16. |
His Dream
07:13
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Lost kitty cat
spent all day tryin' to find him
he's plenty bad
luckily he was found when we pulled up
I wish the reprieve was longer
so I didn't have to see my father
and his loving palm of his hand
as we all band together
Strum the song as he likes it
he won't care about the notes we missed
as long as his dream is on track
there's no way he'll put us in the sack
high school boys
how I miss those days in the hall
have to play with his toys
keep in shape to play the ball
I miss my companion radio
family couldn't afford stereo
we're his personal brand
or he'll love us with the palm of his hand
Strum the song as he likes it
he won't care about the notes we missed
as long as his dream is on track
there's no way he'll put us in the sack
There's no way that he'll be bad
There's no way he'll stab us in the back
She's going crazy, she's outta her mind
my sister screams, my sister cries
she cuts herself, she can't keep time
dad always hates her almost every time
she says she's stuck in the void
forever playing with his toys
she says she hates it when he touches
I'm not sure, if at all, he does.
I feel trapped,
everything we've done's in the can
we're sad
forever doomed to the band
as I sit in retirement
the support is heaven-sent
our pain is the litmus
of any off-kilter rhythm
Strum the song as he likes it
he won't care about the notes we missed
as long as his dream is on track
there's no way he'll put us in the sack
There's no way that he'll be bad
There's no way he'll stab us in the back
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17. |
RV
03:20
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Down on the farm, walkin' around
far away from the rest of the town
way out here, don't get much fights
way out here, keep wastin' time
easy when you live off the land
don't have to eat, you're so on-brand
sleep after a thousand years
two refugees and two careers
let's climb aboard the old RV tonight
and bride our time into the daylight
darkened roads all traveled
with maps, the midnight cowboy saddled
take another bite from the apple
the others can't grapple
I'm fallin' in love with you
drivin' up the mountain range
all this wondrous space
I sure as hell can't drive this thing
my girl, well, she feels the same
I heard she stole the ocean once
she stole my heart, that's what I live
breathe the clean Clingman air
our destination's over there
let's climb aboard the old RV tonight
and bride our time into the daylight
darkened roads all traveled
with maps, the midnight cowboy saddled
take a bite from the apple
the others can't grapple
I'm fallin' in love with you
you completed me
you tried to appeal to me
but you learned and let it be
and I see
camper's parked at the Dolly Parton theme part
livin' like the Christmas where the candy's so damn hard
in the stars where we came from echelons
in prior eons from quarks and gluons
and we never left the City as it turns out
but I don't doubt the trip happened
I didn't feel the skip
let's climb aboard the old RV tonight
and bride our time into the daylight
darkened roads all traveled
with maps, the midnight cowboy saddled
take another bite from the apple
the others can't grapple
I'm fallin' in love with you
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18. |
Orange Blossom Special
04:12
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It was something she compared me to
so I went down the rabbit hole to find out who
she drew her sword and screamed at us all
with each passing day, the deeper she would fall
I found myself wantin' to play the villain
so as I begun my plan I formulated
a thousand different plans to keep her locked within
but when I tried it out, she had me excavated
I saw it all as another silly game
through it all, I wasn't all against the grain
Jump aboard the Orange Blossom Special
ride the rails and say, "oh, what the hell"
speedin' down to your ever-loomin' doom
all you know is that it's comin' real soon
Locked between the floor and the surface
weighted down by chains meant to bind
I drove her mad until she was left broken
and I took out my stupid little sign
I found myself shakin' at my actions
I had to kept the vicious cycle alive
it's okay - we're in different positions
I don't know how I could or should survive
I saw it all as another silly game
through it all, I wasn't all against the grain
Jump aboard the Orange Blossom Special
ride the rails and say, "oh, what the hell"
speedin' down to your ever-loomin' doom
all you know is that it's comin' real soon
So I try to set her up at the compound
she swears to Christ that she is clean
other than the firecrackers and the the radio's sound
we didn't say a word in case she'd blast us right between
the eyes and everything from here to Delmarva
playin' Carter Scratch until the light overcomes
I'd rather be safe at home in good Dahlonega
I make a run, drive off, she shoots at her final sunset
Jump aboard the Orange Blossom Special
ride the rails and say, "oh, what the hell"
speedin' down to your ever-loomin' doom
all you know is that it's comin' real soon
I saw it all as another silly game
through it all, I wasn't all against the grain
I saw it all as another silly game
through it all, I wasn't all against the fucking grain
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I said hello, I'm just passin' through
Monument Valley for the 96th time
I hope to find what I come for not later but soon
it's hard to do such a thing when you're blind to changing days
Please move on
Just sing another song
I'm not livin' anymore
My livin' ain't livin' anymore
But the words haunt my mind, echo in the canyon
But the words haunt my mind, echo in the canyon
But the words haunt my mind, echo in the canyon
Emptiness of a settler's time
Five years go by just to find my human link
endless circles give me time to think
pull out the arrow, take nine years to mend this
wasn't careful, on my calloused hands I sit
Please move on
Just sing another song
I'm not livin' anymore
My livin' ain't livin' anymore
But the words haunt my mind, echo in the canyon
But the words haunt my mind, echo in the canyon
But the words haunt my mind, echo in the canyon
Emptiness of a settler's time
why won't she accept that I've change
everything but my mind and limbs stayed the same
but he had to find her...he had to find her...
the pain of rejection in the pot perpetually stirred
if I try hard enough, I'll have my field of dreams
and if I'm prominent, I'll end up on the silver screen
But if I'm not worthy of being forgiven, it won't mean a thing
Through the sorrow, I couldn't manage to avoid drowining
What can I live for, stand outside the barn she calls home
green's the color of jealousy, they say - but I don't want to roam
I didn't choose this
Please move on
Just sing another song
I'm not livin' anymore
My livin' ain't livin' anymore
But the words haunt my mind, echo in the canyon
But the words haunt my mind, echo in the canyon
But the words haunt my mind, echo in the canyon
Emptiness of a settler's time
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20. |
Turquoise Cowboy
04:39
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Tumbleweeds roam at the bare dirt roads
don't know why, but this is where I go
turquoise cowboy starts off another day
make it this far, hope they don't go away
Deseret mesas we stole from those from before
forever immortalized as cheap signifyers of freedom
I guess we got what's coming in store
when the new ones rise, the old ones are done
Doesn't this remind you of anything
They endured
But they didn't have to have that hurt
the world's changing
why keep things the very same
you turquoise cowboy...a lot is on your mind...
you turquoise cowboy...always carrying your sign...
Desert wraps around for miles on end
The desert they walk on is also their bed
turquoise cowboy has a long way to go
walk by false monuments of old
signs of ravage, signs of the pain of the past
the highways cut through like moments with glass
I guess we got what's coming for us soon
when the new guard starts, the old one's through
Doesn't this remind you of anything
They endured
But they didn't have to have that hurt
the world's changing
why keep things the very same
you turquoise cowboy...a lot is on your mind...
you turquoise cowboy...always carrying your sign...
Don't be despondent
you have to better yourself
I know you're capable of many things
don't damn yourself to Hell
Doesn't this remind you of anything
They endured
But they didn't have to have that hurt
the world's changing
why keep things the very same
you turquoise cowboy...a lot is on your mind...
you turquoise cowboy...always carrying your sign...
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There's a room with no way out
no door in sight, stout-hearted men
with stout-hearted eyes staring within
I speak and I shout, but they seem to be deaf
I know not the knowledge of infinity
I know I'm trapped in my vicinity
court jester in a round, round room
foretold the coming of our doom
It's like when you got radar love insomniac
but you need to sleep, but you keep stopping for gas
I don't wanna drive to poor ol' Hillsville
until infinity welcomes careful drivers
I wanna get some sleep for a thousand years
but since I'm always wired, I can't buy a thrill
In the glass, time stands still
slows it all down to where it's nearly nil
so I desire simple contact
the only thought that prevents collapse
and some kid with inheritance
questions me and it's heaven-sent
I don't care if they say he's too attached
he's me only way towards coming back
It's like when you got radar love insomniac
but you need to sleep, but you keep stopping for gas
I don't wanna drive to poor ol' Hillsville
until infinity welcomes careful drivers
I wanna get some sleep for a thousand years
but since I'm always wired, I can't buy a thrill
At the start of it all, in my own Bristol
take it all down on virtue of keeping record
watched as the light swallowed everything whole
within my sparsely-furnished sector
The skies are infinite amongst the hubric ruins
with one font song it all came crashing down
and the new guard made a piercing sound
how could I have been so stupid?
Radar lovers gone for millennia
Fell asleep until the Pentadecadia
I don't wanna drive to poor ol' Hillsville
until infinity welcomes careful drivers
I wanna get some sleep for a thousand years
but since I'm always wired, I can't buy a thrill
Let me out
Let me out
Let me out
Just let me the hell out of this small town
that Less than Jake sang about
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22. |
I Am the Cosmonaut [*]
15:42
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Chapter One: The Cosmonaut
I drift into the blackness of the cosmos
emptiness surrounds my at all times
maybe it's energetic, but what do I know?
Beyond I journey to distant light
they say I'm just a spaceman for hire
but I don't like to think of it that way
doing good so things don't get so dire
it's mere duty - to me, the stars call my name
And out I go to the endless dawn
behind me, a ray with a pale blue dot
and out I go to the black beyond
leave it all - even what is fond
I drift into the interstellar space
satellites nonfunction drift on by
out here it feels I'm less insane
hydrogen ticks down to the end of time
but I know I have a job to do
wondering why this life had sold me out
I want to think that I'm just confused
I drive off, I don't make a found
And out I go to the endless dawn
behind me, a ray with a pale blue dot
and out I go to the black beyond
leave it all - even what is fond
Chapter Two: The Black Beyond
I drift into the stars, leaving it all behind
lonely trip on my airship, go down the line
Confronting the whole lot as they go insane
convinced they can end it all with a bang
I've been tasked to bring it all back alive
what can a hunter do but slowly resign
I'm sure it's all a trap, it kept calling for me
not like I'd care, end this misery...
Chapter Three: Breathe In, Breathe Out
It's shaking...it's shaking...
...it's shaking...it's shaking...
I AIN'T GONNA MAKE IT
On board my rocket ship
too late to turn back now
I try so hard not to make a sound
just to get through this little trip
like the pioneers once upon a time
new worlds they soon will find
singing my danse macabre
I am the Cosmonaut
Breathe in, breathe out, you'll return
and I won't doubt, you must be yearning
make it through, pull it together, hey
you got through the weather - you don't say?
Mechanical sounds from the rust bucket
falling apart, my luck not so well-spent
I know I'm not crazy - it just makes sense
I'll make it through, come down at the bitter end
Breathe in, breathe out, you'll return
and I won't doubt, you must be yearning
make it through, pull it together, hey
you got through the weather - you don't say?
Get it together, man
climb out from the sand
we're part of one scratched-up band
so the life we lead ain't too grand
the Cosmonaut reaches forth
unsheathes his rusted sword
his soul all tattered and torn
his spirit very worn
Chapter Four: Something Meaningful
I'm as useless as a Donnie DuPre
can't latch to the old scenes in my dreams
I'm obsolete the way life assigned me
always working for free
His accident wasn't a coincidence, I know
to my surprise, I got tickets to that show
I'm hanging on and it clearly shows
and so I know, and so I know, and so I know
the Cosmonaut takes off, and there I go, spaces naught
spaces inbetween, misery of endless scenes
Floating up and down, in the town, all around
there's no thrilling sound, but a whine, can't be my time
I must survive, so alive, so fucking cold
smiling up and down, solo
the Cosmonaut takes off, and there I go, spaces naught
spaces inbetween, misery of endless scenes
I'm coming down
Chapter Five: The Return
I drift down to the atmosphere
and it shakes all around, what I fear
the seers at Moscow wait for my transmission
at this point, it's wishful thinking
will I survive this brimstone death?
gnash my teeth, make amends, and wept
whatever is Heaven-sent is what comes next
the capsule glows inside a deathly red
I don't wanna die...I don't wanna die...
I musn't run away...I musn't run away...
I MUSN'T RUN AWAY!
And there I splash down into the ocean!
and I'm soothed by the rocking motion
and I cry - I'm just glad I'm alive
I'm glad the pain has substanded!
I am the Cosmonaut!
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23. |
Suzy, Do You Copy? [*]
07:48
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24. |
Illness for Profit [*]
04:42
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