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Introduction
01:00
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2. |
Hall Of Sound
01:43
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It's Me and you across a crowded room
Full of people who laughed, danced, cried and spoke too soon
Be my concert hall honeymoon
of disaster past
Together with all our wealth
I'm a hazard to my health
So dance with me
And everyone else
There for once as one
An epithet for all
And all for none
We aren't one
anymore
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Dear God, answer this
What do you call the feeling, with the dealing of madness
Healing, and peeling away from my fits
It’s always better off, fixing itself, ever bent
We don’t have to be better
Just different
Postcarded floating magnetic connection over wind
Graded over time, counseled life better of
Tell not to Madrid, why I’ve sinned
Once I was in love
What do you name the ocean, that’s deeper than the sea
And how does life keep going, on all around me
Changed in a past tensed world, ever bent
The same person I’ve always been
Just different.
I’ll always be a shh after your crashing wave
Go to Spain without me at your side
If so, remember, that we can save
Every prayer, a Los Angeles raid
Good Apollo, newly crowned I wait
Good Athena, please open the gate
Good Ares, Go forth my hate
Good Andromeda, weave my fate
Good Apophenia, revealed steps too late
Good Artemis, hunt to confirm state
I am no burning star
Dear God?
Stop
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5. |
I am not Richard Blaine
02:04
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Fuck you James Joyce, I love you but I can’t find my own voice
Fuck you e. e., I love you but I don’t know me
I can’t trust myself and I can’t trust the screen
And I need something stronger than caffeine
If I plead insanity right now and here
Will God drop my sentence 25 years?
We’ll always have Paris and Disappointment
Where we were embarrassed and each other’s entertainment
Meet me out back by a white house
And I’ll show you I’m doin’ just fine
Out of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world
She walks into mine
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6. |
Drunken Interlude
01:38
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8. |
Sing You to Sleep
03:36
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I’m never self-conscious when I should be
And I’m never alone when I should be
All the moments that pass by me
Never stay around when I’d need
The longest I’ve been alive was two hours
On an air mattress, 500 days of summer ago
The shortest was five minutes
In a closet, marijuana and a low blow ago
On average it’s fifteen
On a couch, bed, yes, you can rest your crest
on my chest
And this is how I’ll sing you to sleep
Che hates you, Viva la revolucion
Fights with no resolution
Another nail in a brand new coffin
Built of things I think of far too often
The longest I’ve been alive was two hours
On an air mattress, 500 days of summer ago
The shortest was five minutes
In a closet, marijuana and a low blow ago
On average it’s fifteen
On a couch, bed, yes, you can rest your crest
on my chest
And this is how I’ll sing you to sleep
I’ll treat you, the only one here even
When we both know, we’ll never get to heaven
We’re all in this together, this flash living
fake love true, long as we’re connected by flesh giving
I might as well help us both float high
And even after, we’ll roll and cry
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A final dance
Among the glances
Of everyone I've ever despised
One middle finger to their
Envious eyes
FUCKING LIARS
Happiness in a red wine glass
I drink to all their sickness
I drink to you
Lyrics by Heidi Marie
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10. |
Kept Vows
03:29
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Maybe It's Because I'm always so strong
That now I feel so weak
There's fuckall to day to-do all wrong
Bullet of love, shot, my forehead leaks
Chorus:
See here we move as one
Dancing lovers on the barrel of a gun
Losing battles that once were won
Battle axe my happy soul
It's all okay, save for nights
Where my head a red hot coal
Lightning strike is me, flicking the lights
CHORUS
Lost boys as vampiric as myself
Unsure If I'm a hazard to your health
Happy, sad, I don't fight mad
On, off, change the lights, truly I am glad
Maybe It's Because I'm always so strong
That now I feel so weak
There's fuckall to day to-do all wrong
Bullet of love, shot, my forehead leaks
CHORUS
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Know that my love was not a lie
And I’d love to help you hold up high
Know that though I made mistakes
I cared for you though breaks
Know that I wish you the best
And The time we had was time enough
To feel blest
SO HERES TO YOU
I HOPE THAT I’LL STOP FEELING BLUE
SO CHEERS TO YOU, AND TOO HIM TOO
AND ALL THIS LIFE THAT WE WENT THROUGH
TO WALKING ON THIS FINE LINE
HERE’S TO ONCE UPON A TIME
And though there’s nothing worse than hearing other peoples love songs
On the radio late at night
The loneliest sound is either that or listening to other people make love
Or kiss deep, and right
I suppose I could be bitter or angry
But frankly that’d just bring more misery
And, on my part, immaturity
SO HERES TO YOU
I KNOW THAT I’LL STOP FEELING BLUE
SO CHEERS TO YOU AND TO HIM TOO
AND HERE’S TO TRUTH
AND END OF STRIFE
AND HEAR WITH ME
HERE’S TO THIS LIFE
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12. |
Outro
01:30
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Paul, The Epithet Reno, Nevada
Hi, My name is Paul. I write music on a guitar, and scream alone in a bedroom about love, life, Casablanca, squids, occasionally punkrockanarchy, and a number of other things. Sometimes I use other instruments too, to varying degrees of quality. This is some music. ... more
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