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Rabbit Holes
03:19
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Is it too late to fuck it up? You can say no.
Is it too late to go down rabbit holes?
If you think back to “ready, set, go” is it too much?
Do you think that looking back is losing touch?
Just follow your broken heart, it leads to the best part.
Is it too hard to see me? Too easy to see through
Is it too hard to go back for something new?
If you think back to better times, was it good luck?
Do you think when we’re thinking back we’re getting stuck?
Just follow your broken heart, it leads to the best part.
When you see through, what you need to, the new will cut through the now
When you see through, what you need to, the new will cut through the now
When you see through what you want to, the new wins anyhow
Everyday it’s the same nightmare
Wake up and decide that you don’t care. Yeah
When you want to meet halfway, but you’re caught in a ballet of bullshit
And maybe it’s for the best, a baby bathed in darkness can never fade away
Just follow your broken heart, it leads to the best part.
When you see through what you need to what you want to
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No Chance of Mirrors
05:02
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It hurts my soul to know that I'm not the reason you cry
I thought I could thread that needle’s eye
My memory gets fuzzy when I think you said goodbye
And I’m thinkin’ it’s funny, can’t life my eyes
And I’m thinkin’ it all over
And I’m thinking it all the time
And I’m thinking ‘bout how you’d love to get back together
And I’m thinking ‘bout all the ways that’s a lie
Can’t stand up by myself anymore
I’ve got twelve good reasons to stay on the floor
And there’s no chance of mirrors, no glance at lightbulbs
And nothing is clearer than staring at ceiling tiles
And nowhere nearer than faking smiles (vacant smiles)
And constant dwelling on what you shoulda said
Blacken my eyes for disguise and I never looked better
Gotta laugh at yourself
Do I know you? No? oh, that’s my mistake
I’ve just stared at you over and over and
Sometimes my mind gets the best of me
Sometimes I’m living in the clouds
And I don’t know how much time I’ve got left ahead of me
But you’re gone and it’s getting too loud
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Frankie's House
03:27
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Breakdown Runaway
04:14
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I see you standing behind your hair
I was hoping you’d be here tonight
But seeing you now I’m not prepared
Because my kindling heart it might ignite, oh no
When I listen to my head, it keeps me scared and lonely
When I listen to my heart, it’s only lies, only lies
When I listen to your words, it’s a breakdown and runaway
Can I listen to anyone?
Gonna say hi and wait on the dance floor.
Let the music melt the ice inside
I know I’ve said this to myself, before
But tonight I can’t can’t can’t run and hide
When I listen to my head, it keeps me scared and lonely
When I listen to my heart, it’s only lies, only lies
When I listen to your words, it’s a breakdown and runaway
Can I listen to anyone?
You make me feel too much, too much
And that’s too much to put on anyone, yeah.
But I can’t scream anymore, to myself, to myself.
If you see my misery, tell him to call me
Call me anytime.
If you see my happiness, tell him to wait in line
It’s gonna be a long time. It’s gonna be a long time.
I’m gonna wait forever and ever…
When I listen to my head, it keeps me scared and lonely
When I listen to my heart, it’s only lies, only lies
When I listen to your words, it’s a breakdown and runaway
Can I listen to anyone? I’m breaking down
When I listen to my head, when I listen to my heart
When I listen to your words, it’s a breakdown, breakdown, breakdown
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Slugs
03:45
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The trail the slugs leave behind leave hold tangible memories of the places they’ve been
Airplanes circling the sky are running on batteries, and brains, and bad skin
Look at the same spot over again. It’s never the same.
Take the easy way now and then and remember my name
Coffee rings and crumbs from dozens of yesterdays and songs that went nowhere
Books with big ideas and bent pages are left in armchairs
Listen to last words over again and then they’re never the same
Take the paper to pen; your friends remember the game
Yet the stories come out differently depending on how much they’ve drunk
But it’s almost always my fault
The insignificant can carve away a mountain and leave a hole behind far more beautiful
Lines across horizons showing me where you’ve gone, and where you’re coming from
Lines across the page, showing me what you thought, and where you’re coming from
Take the easy way now and then when you can’t take the blame
Listen to last words over again. They’re never the same.
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