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Webs
03:09
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countless webs above our heads we duck with little clearance, familiar stench it lingers in the cable lives in the ceiling, darkened yard a symphony of sounds I never knew I loved, my broken sense of time, what luck, my time is always up - a flower pressed in pages, creased in all familiar places. drop the bowl and rattle on, through no-night-light and dusty dawn - changing turf the underfoot, why am I not surprised a pieced together second chance leaves more to be desired, it's taxing now this daily dance of sleep and wake put on some pants. takes a certain dark resolve, this puzzle I will never solve. a flower pressed in pages, creased in all familiar places, nothing more than observation, I'm no good for much else.
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Geographic Center
02:58
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the loneliest I've ever felt, at a birthday for someone else. with my dead dog staring at me from the bookshelf, spent his whole life looking up at us now he's looking down. -you know my heart is at the center of the nutmeg state, and I'm left searching for the remnants of this body built to break, across northern Florida. - It's the first of the year in a year of firsts, like watching a movie of my life until my head hurts. where everything makes such sense but can't possibly be true, I've had some time to think, I understand, but do I want to?
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I Can See
02:31
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even eighty degree water feels warm, when it's 55 outside, and I haven't been feeling so good lately, I'm finding new places to hide. And you're halfway across the world, I'm at a loss on what to do, so I just wander the house and I think of you. - I can see this life eventually coming together, once things stop falling apart. - It's keeping me up at night, the things we never take time to say, but I know we work through and it gives me hope when it'd be easier to walk away. We're taking the night road home, you're sleeping by my side, I'm overcome with responsibility for the love that's in my life.
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New Majority
01:40
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you ask in a go-around, what does it mean to me? and it's taken years to come to my current conclusion - that it's not about me, our violent history, now the future belongs to the new majority. - it's only been great for the ruling class, a legacy of opression cloaked in equality, today I see in every corner a mis-step.
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Slowly Start
04:19
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you slowly start to see, where the age drapes it's weight over me. - creasing all the folds, softening the edges, adding all the days up backwards until the present. - Only not right away, in another room in another state I'd be ok.
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Lisa
02:43
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I wonder if you still talk to lisa, since you moved back home and fell into old habits well I know I'd do the same, maybe that's why I moved away, doesn't make me better at all, I just wonder. Now I second guess those things I thought were certain. During constant change you lose things along the way, no I can't really complain, you know I
wanted it this way, but I must admit I was never great with change.
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Outstanding Fields
03:43
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we built a national past-time, of taking things apart and only putting them back together how we wished they were made. it's just wishful thinking on our part we made new mistakes at the fault of our families, and we made them again with the help of our friends. who's gonna step in and say, what we feared all along, yeah everything we knew was wrong. who's gonna step in and say, this is the new way, there's only one road to change.
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Another Chance
04:07
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when did we turn into the older ones, sitting and talking only about how we've been hurt. in one form or another over time, across lines. - I know what they're selling cause I can see through it, this is my experience or another chance at it. - when did we turn into the jealous ones? planning and plotting our revenge when left alone I can't let things go, until they let go of me.
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Car Crash Midnight
03:53
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car crash midnight poverty hollow, the road I knew too well. I swear I'd remember all the words, and my friend mouthed the same. - you caught me talking to my dreams. what does it all mean? you caught me talking to my dreams, I can't recall a thing. - I'm an empty window pane, not broken but wanting to be whole again. you can see through me with ease, like I was never even there in the first place.
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Running Cold
04:05
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running through the cold, it's all not so far behind. breathing in and out from the feet to the legs. - am I making a change, am I making a difference? at the least, I will never be the same again. - remembering anything at zero degrees. turning over and over, but failing to start. running between what I thought I knew and what I see, it's time to choose what I believe.
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Breaking Down
03:03
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I am breaking down, aren't we all crushed under the weight. you're either lying or you don't know, maybe you'll never know. my feet pounding with my heart, the people I used to know well they don't know me anymore, and it's sad in a few ways. I hear the news every few days, another one has lost the fight of youth versus the fading light and it's sad, but you don't know. maybe you'll never know.
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tragwag Providence, Rhode Island
punk with singing, lots of feelings.
sometimes loud, sometimes acoustic, always trying to play where you are.
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