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St. Lynnrad
04:19
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I got summertime left in my bones
Winter darkness all up in my soul
Its comin on september
There is no time to sleep
There is no time to miss and think and grieve
There is no there there
But darling there there
Don’t be afraid don’t be ashamed
-chorus-
Now its creeping me out
And its staring me down
My big mouth is running away with me
My big mouth is running away with me
Where do I put all these things I wanted to say
Where do I put all these aches and pains
Driving past our house on a lonely street
The lights are all out
The stars aren’t where they used to be
There are ghosts and ghouls
All chasing me
They all watch and wait
For the next big crime
But I still wait
Lonely and deprived
-chorus repeat-
There is no there there
But darling there there
Don’t be afraid don’t be ashamed
Can we dance our way out of this this time
Can we dance our way out of this this time
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This is Me F*#&ing Up...
04:02
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The ghosts of the dead
Line the city streets
They are caught wide eyed and surprised
In midnight headlights
All of my idols are aging
All that they held for me is caving
Something like a tourist
Wanders retched in my mind
Asleep and shadow dancing
The rest is all beside
And I’ve been keeping quiet
What’s screaming out inside
I’ve been keeping time
By the bridges I’ve burned
In the wake of dreams and wants and needs
There stays an appetite
Not for lust or love or greed but creeps in quietly
You are a rusty nail
And I am a shiny hammer
Who do I send the bill for being your caretaker
These walls that I had built are ash on my shoes
They came crashing down
With your blues
I don’t know if you are dead
You might as well be dead to me
Those cigarettes that saved you
They burned your house down
They burned your house down
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We’ve spent more than half our lives
In eagles halls on weekday nights
And bars, and restaurants, and vfws.
One time in Larimie, and once in your basement too.
Playing for no one in Rapid
A packed city hall in Pierre
Or that one time in spearfish, we got lost in sturgis,
drunk on cheap whiskey and beer
drunk on cheap whiskey and beer
Someone lost her dinner to Deadwood,
A stranger had to hold her hair.
while we watched that white haired cover band
When photos surfaced,
we were young and we didn’t care.
There were always too many roadies
They’d get drunk and never do any loading
someone would end up naked on stage
everyone making jokes about our age
now 10 years later I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Small town in the right ways
Drowning in our hay-days
Small towns in the great plains
Always going to great pains
To put on a good show, make some kids dance
Soon we’ll be 40 and won’t it be sad
too old to be aimless, to old to be rad
At least teenage me thinks so.
But what does that asshole know
We’re old enough now
This world has no room for us
Try as we might and we’ll
scream until we are hoarse.
There’s nothing else here
that we can do
They’re gonna make glue
out of me and you.
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I could chain smoke
A million memories of you
Draw you in
Sit you down
Then let you go
I just need some honesty the good bad and ugly
These expressions we’d create
Of mistakes that we had made
And the whiskey that you drank
No I wont take you to the house
No I wont let you drive
No
Aint nobody fight
Like the best and worst and tried and true
Like we do
Aint nobody know
The stupid kind of crazy
Your low laugh and your yellow fingers
Aint nobody know
You’ve been dancing on a line
For more years in time
Than we can forget
You took us on one hell of a ride
Its been too long since we’ve talked
No more veiled metaphors left
And I said my goodbyes a long time ago
But then you didn’t call
No I won’t take you to the house
No I won’t let you drive
No you can’t change this song
No you didn’t call
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I’ve been carrying a dark horse
Through a long race
You’ve been on the side lines
Waiting for my shit to go by
I am not lost and not alone
All I want to be is
In the right place at the right time
Is the right place at the right time
Did you let them sneak by you like a secret
One you’d hoped you’d never tell
If that’s you haunting in the dark
Come out
don’t be shy
show yourself just promise not to bite
We meet in the middle to get through the night
We meet in the middle
-chorus-
I’ve been dancing by myself
I’ve been singing for no one else
You’ve been drinking all alone
But hey its like they say
Whatever gets you through the night x2
Did you create fire, do you know every flame by heart
Were you loved and desired
If that’s you banging down my door
Come in
Break it down
Show me im wrong
We meet in the middle to get through the night
We meet in the middle
I will do anything, anything to keep you
I will do anything to keep you keep you keep you
-chorus-
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