1. |
Blessed
02:09
|
|||
Why can’t you just shoot me numb?
I’m so sick of feeling your tongue
Pressing firmly in my cheek
I am the damned; you are the meek
And blessed are the meek
You can throw me to the flames
I won’t scream or call your name
Watch me crumble on the coals
Collect my bones and keep them close
They’re your reward
You are naïve
If you think you can get away from me
My dust will follow you down
To whatever hell you carve out for yourself
You can throw me to the flames
I won’t ever call your name
With my tongue pressed in my cheek
We are the damned; we are the meek
And blessed are the meek
|
||||
2. |
Coming Home
03:06
|
|||
If I had the strength
I’d break this state in half
If I could find my voice
I would just laugh
I would watch
As the four corners became three
And I’d finally let you walk out on me
I want to drive on a road with no billboards
I want to see the trees instead of just streets
I want to roll down the hill that I grew up on
I want a reason to come home for good
If I had the strength
I’d tear down this mountain range
And I’d make sure
The rocks all came down in one place
And I’d watch
As the houses and buildings were crushed
And I’d shout: I’m finally free of this place
You know you’re the anchor around my feet
Pulling me further away from the sea
|
||||
3. |
Fool
03:14
|
|||
It doesn’t matter how many times I say it
I was a fool
We’ll talk for hours
but neither one of us can say it
Now, who used who?
This was my greatest delusion
Looking in your eyes
We were the perfect illusion
For just one night
So who the hell are you
but a notch on my belt?
It’s a little old fashioned
but if it’ll help
I’ll dig deep in the leather
Carve your place out so clean
I know you’ll feel so much better
Buried in my sheets
I’ve had a thousand drunken kisses
I’ve pressed a hundred lips to mine
Unholy bond built on the bottom of a bottle
Now, which one was mine?
You were my greatest delusion
Here’s hoping that you care
We could have been the perfect illusion
Now it’s getting me nowhere
It doesn’t matter how many times I say it
I’m still a fool
|
||||
4. |
Curbside
03:24
|
|||
So now you’re off to Carolina
And I sure hope that you find her
And while you’re passing god around
I’ll be here with both feet firmly on the ground
I remember getting high
With our heads up in the clouds, drinking the sky
And your eyes a shade of red
I had never seen before, or since
I remember riding around
Blood was dripping off my leg onto the ground
And those bikes, they held a wish
To stay the same, always be stupid little kids
But you grew up and I got out
And now I’m waving at the curb
Watching your light flicker out
|
||||
5. |
Pearl Street
03:12
|
|||
Where did I come from?
Where am I going?
Why does this seem like I’m running away?
How many more years will it take
To realize this is not my fate?
I’m heading east, driving away
Nothing more I have to say
To the state I gave one year of life away
The rocky beach, Atlantic shore
Though my first house is no more
The sign on Pearl St. stays
Where does this road end?
Where will it take me?
I’ll grip the wheel and turn my life around
How many more miles will it take
To realize you are not my fate?
I’m heading east, driving away
Nothing more I have to say
To the state I gave two years of life away
The rocky beach, Atlantic shore
Though my first house is no more
The sign on Pearl St. stays
Where does this road end?
Where am I going?
Does this all seem like I’m just running away?
I’m heading east, driving away
Nothing more I have to say
To the state I gave three years of life away
The mountains east, south, west, and north
Hold me here forever more
I’m stuck in the Beehive state
Broken down in the Beehive state
|
||||
6. |
Pedestal
04:22
|
|||
I watched the guitar play, the cymbals sway
The violin go side to side
I watched the poet scream through my TV screen
Burning up in the bright spotlight
I wrote a song just as good, as a songwriter should
And it brought tears to the driest of eyes
But at the end of that day, in the place where I lay
My mind was as calm as a riot
Cause he’ll always write the words
That I wish I had thought
He’ll move ahead while I’m in the same spot
And while I’m writing my lines down
He’ll be yelling his lungs out
I know he’ll always be something that I’m not
I saw his Hollywood story, his 15 minutes of glory
Washed out, down a cocaine drain
I heard he’d been to the clinic, but always a cynic
Denied that he’d ever began
I lost my faith in the idol, broadcast for miles
And returned to my room with a pen
And at the end of that day, I could honestly say
I was glad that I wasn’t him
Cause he used to write the words
That I wished I had thought
Now I’m running while he’s losing what he’s got
And while he’s snorting those lines down
I’ll be screaming my heart out
We’ll see who ends up the winner
and who’s not
|
||||
7. |
Live Fast Die Faster
02:22
|
|||
Sometimes I like to think
Of those chemicals flowing through your brain
And the connections they make
And the actions they tell you are okay
Sometimes I like to wish
I could live fast, but die faster
And the mistakes I make
And the actions I tell myself won’t push you away
How many songs do I have to write
To get you off my mind?
How many words do I have to sing
To bring me peace tonight?
Sometimes I like to think
Of the chemicals flowing through your brain
And the mistakes that I make
And the actions I tell myself are right
|
||||
8. |
Cut Your Loss
02:46
|
|||
You live just like a greeting card
Someone wrote in ‘89
With lines laid out so perfectly
Their meanings intertwined
But it all feels forced
Fake and false
And the crease in the edge is where you cut your loss
I hope you let it deep inside
That place I couldn’t find
May it fuel your disregard
For anything of mine
It’s all consuming, awe inspiring
So much that I can’t stop trying
Sometimes this mountain air
Comes crawling in my ear
And picks apart my brain
I had my shades of grey
Spent years trying to create
But you wandered in and covered it
With black and white.
I hope you let him deep inside
That place I couldn’t find
May it fuel your disregard
For black and white
|
||||
9. |
Play
02:56
|
|||
I’m quite close
To writing myself off
Out of my head, into this bed
Under these sheets
Heaven knows
I’ve taken things this far
Left my friends for far worse than dead
Wandered away
I used to watch every mile go by
Counting the minutes between your body and mine
Now I’ve just given up
Finally don’t care enough
I’m quite close
To writing you all off
Get out of my head, out of my bed
You’re staining these sheets
Heaven knows
You’re no friends of mine
You’ve been beaten, abused
And of no further use, so goodbye
I used to care
I used to watch what I’d wear
I used to pick my face out of the closet
Like some sick little game
Now it’s just a joke
I won’t be surprised if I choke
On every contradiction
Over every tired word I’m twisting
And every script I wrote for every day
|
||||
10. |
Running Backwards
03:25
|
|||
You could have mentioned you were far too good for me
The first time that we met
It was on your mind, the whole damn night
You just couldn’t catch your breath
So I drive home with a smile on my face
Just a naïve kid, running backwards in the race
I must have too much self control
You can bet if there’s a next time
Ain’t no asking involved: I’ll take it all
If there’s a god, he’s six feet underground
Shoveling out the dirt beneath our feet
And if I fall into the trap he’s laid
I’ll give him one good victory, but at the end of the day
I’m driving home with a smile on my face
Still a naïve kid, but I’m gonna win this race
Now I’m waking up with a smile on my face
I’m moving on while you’re running in place
So I bite my lip, and hold my tongue
And watch you all just sing along
You can bet if there’s a next time,
Ain’t no asking involved: I’ll take it all
|
Streaming and Download help
If you like bridgewater, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp