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I found true love in my backyard
playin in the grass and messin with the hearts
of the girls of the neighborhood,
talking so loud,
talking bout the future
but talking bout it now
CHORUS:
Stop!
Slow!
Children at play
summer was a blast
it only lasted one day
and I miss you more than you'll ever know
but i know
you know
we both know
it's no
I found self doubt in the living room
wiped out
passed out
and paler than the moon
with the mothers of the neighborhood
makin such a fuss
talkin bout decisions
and makin them for us
CHORUS
I found myself where I didn't think I'd be
lost but not alone
with you standing next to me
and that feeling was so good
I knew it couldn't last
now I'm scared of the future
and blinded by the past
CHORUS
I am your ghost
I am your ghost
waiting
under your bed
You are the song
You are the song
that I can't ever
dance outta my head
You are the morning that came too quickly
the gum I find under my seat
the reason I can't get to sleep at night
You are all of the pieces that they took out
the roar of a whisper
the rush of a shout
crashin into each other
crashin into each other
again
I am your ghost
I am your ghost
waitin
waitin
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2. |
Seneca Ave Folk Song
03:24
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I got 21 cows and no milk to drink
I got 21 cows and no milk to drink
but it's gonna be okay
I'm gonna have an alright day
I got 21 cows and no milk to drink
I got 99 maps and nowhere to go
I got 99 maps and nowhere to go
I walk around the block
just to take time off the clock
I got 99 maps and nowhere to go
I got 6 roosters and no sunrise
I got 6 roosters and no sunrise
but don't worry cause soon
I'll be making friends with the moon
I got 6 roosters and no sunrise
I got 3 fire ants and no flame going
I got 3 fire ants and no flame going
but do not be afraid
of what you can not change
I got 3 fire ants and no flame going
I thought I had you but I didn't have you
I thought I had you but I didn't have you
it's just as simple as that
no need to exaggerate facts
I thought I had you but I didn't have you
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Untie the jukebox
and don't forget to let the boys in
take out the ice cubes
settle on attitudes
and if the choice is kiss him or don't kiss him
I guess the choice is up to you
On that topic
I really wouldn't have that much to say
as far as talking is concerned
I am convinced only words
can get in the way
CHORUS:
I am strung out
please use me wisely
You are only as ugly
as your worst sin
But your lips on mine
the preacher spoke of highly
cos there are so many spirits
within
Spit on the vinyl
and please untangle my veins
show him those eyes
and late night drives
for which your mother had you named
Respect your father
mostly cos he never had a word to say
he knows you've got no right to the victims
just cos you were there when the accident
was made
CHORUS
Create the perfect mess
and leave no clues to how it's done
unplug your TV
shuffle some memories
and collide with him in a sense of time
that would remind you of me
You shouldn't have to worry
about my worrying ways
I'll just take comfort in the broken bones
we use to pave our own highways
I am broken
please hold me tightly
you will never be as ugly
as your worst sin
But your breath in mine
God thought of kindly
cos he left so many
spirits within
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4. |
I Don't Care
04:48
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I'm walking through the land of the dead
mixed company and empty beds
missing faces and mysterious threads
feels like an empty affair
I'm walking through the gates of hell
shoes untied and stale smells
sweat collecting on broken bells
but I don't care
I don't care
CHORUS:
I don't care
Cuz I'm alive
and that's enough for me now
I'll figure the rest out someday
someday,
somehow
I'm driving on a lost highway
sky cracked and sun turned grey
moments collecting way too much space
can't even find the air
I'm barking up the wrong tree
misplaced feelings, imagined memories
hectic tones filling empty cities
but I don't care
I don't care
CHORUS
I'm living an endless night
bruised personas, one sided fights
tall tales only told out of spite
wonder if I was ever really there
I'm stuck in someone else's dream
twisted reasons and lazy screams
is reality really what it seems?
well I don't care
I don't care
CHORUS
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5. |
Mary Please Don't Weep
02:56
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If that's true tell me why
you aint yet dead
You know the sun rises in your eyes
when you get up from your bed
It's easier to find myself
whenever you're around
If you let me pick you up
I will not let you down
CHORUS:
Ooooh Ooooh Oooaah
Be all that you need
Ooooh Ooooh Ooaaah
Mary please don't weep
Now I know for certain that you're my twin
and I can not let you go
I can be your brother
you can be my sister
that's all we need to know
A long time ago I made a big mistake
and I pushed you far away
We both know that we don't know nothing
but I know I shoulda stayed
CHORUS
Well I better quit my singing cuz I think that I
have made everything quite clear
But if you want me to leave
just say the words and I'll get out of here
But I've tried that before and it did not work
and I do not want to try it again
So if you do not mind
I'll stay till after the end
CHORUS
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