another day
this time with rain
which, by all means
is welcomed by me
as to finally have
an excuse to be
in the worst mood possible
thanks for the sympathy
aimless walking (how pointless!)
pointless breathing (how aimless!)
these are the times of our lives...
how contrived. how contrived.
another day (to try to)
keep my mind off the pain
even if it's all i breathe
and all i can focus on
maybe i need some time
or a new wardrobe
or just a new mind?
aimless walking (how pointless!)
pointless breathing (how aimless!)
these are the times of our lives...
how contrived. how contrived.
i'm failing to impress (breathing is pointless)
i'm signaling my distress (breathing is pointless)
i hate the way i dress (breathing is pointless)
i've finally cracked under stress (breathing is pointless)
this always was your favorite;
the large picket fence on the horizon
it constantly reminds me of the searching
for someone i somehow, somewhere, lost
i formally bragged about my hazel eyes.
i now cover them in contact blue.
your fire burns the canvas of autumn's skies...
leaving a desolate summer behind in untruth
i find myself pining for the day...
when the sun doesn't shine
we bundle ourselves up inside
the smell of grass in spring
uncovers lust for nothing
...and it's just you...and it's just me...
...and it's just you...and it's just me...
i heard they are tearing down the fence
...and all i feel is cold now in this city
headlines read, "merely a commercial expense"
finally found your excuse to leave me
...and it's just me...
...and it's just me...
My left side feels the burn that remains
I’ve colored in red the finger for the ring
Whatever I have left can’t discern right
Or know to leave what’s wrong
Leaving guilt ten thousand men strong
My greasy hands leave marks on the screen
Except the autumn area fashioned like a ring
Whenever I decide to drop the hurt I hide
It’s your smile and love I need to find
If it passes; you’d know that I definitely tried
Lights are dimming, paths are slimming…and where does that leave me? (Too late)
Take your time!
The world is your stage
…and I am merely playing along.
It’s all I have ever done.
…and I was blindly going alone.
Take your time!
This world is your stage
…and they worship everything wrong.
It’s all you’ve ever done.
…and I (every time) fail and succumb.
So much for pathos.
found the limits.
still stuck in lament.
...you'd think after 19 years;
what can you think after 19 years?
push through boundaries.
release care to the wind.
putting on your punk belt.
beating hearts bleeding out a dying soul.
one thousand motors.
can't you feel it beating?
won't you make it stop?
all this weight.
all this pressure.
all these thoughts.
all my life.
...you'd think after 19 years;
why think for 19 more?
ian craig - vocals, lyrics, piano, guitars, bass, drums, percussion, art direction, organization, production, recording, mixing, etc.
maggie connell, veronica klocinski, jenny sherer - continued inspiration and encouragement in my lowest of lows and contributions to found sound collages
sean inskeep - "how-to" information and inspiration
mountview baptist church - raw material
credits
released May 1, 2010
ian craig - vocals, lyrics, piano, guitars, bass, drums, percussion, art direction, organization, production, recording, mixing, etc.
maggie connell, veronica klocinski, jenny sherer - continued inspiration and encouragement in my lowest of lows and contributions to found sound collages
sean inskeep - "how-to" information and inspiration
mountview baptist church - raw material