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polar reactions
03:10
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there's not much left of the building where i
went to pre school
there's not much left of the good old days
they died with patience
there's not much left of the playground where i
broke your collar
there's not much left of the sand pit or the
elevator
no i don't need your sarcasm, boy
need your attention
no i don't need your invitation
need your affection
but i don't chose, and least of all i care
and i don't know, cause i don't live here
there's not much left of the garden
where i killed 10 ants
there's not much left of the notes we wrote
despite our parents
there's not much left of that lemonade stand
by the corner
there's not much left of the structure fire
off of bouton
no i don't need your apology, boy
need your reaction
no i don't need your solemn company
need your affection
but i don't chose, and least of all i care
and i don't know, cause i don't live here
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i like falling asleep, i like your new tv
i like naming the sheep the names that you call me
i like the evenings in november
i like the cold teeth and the specter
i like fat free milk, i like to stare at your shoes
i like vitamin supplements shaped like cartoons
i like the sound of autumn falling down
i like the song of winter willing
i like the sound of autumn falling down
i like the seasonal candle selection at walmart
and oh, i know
i know so far as i hope
and no, i know
that hopeful isn’t helpful
i like short walks home, i like the cracks in your bones
i like thinking about you and i don't like petting zoos
i like the evenings in november
i like the cold teeth and the specter
i like climbing trees, i don’t like surgery
i like apple pies and i like both of your eyes
i like the sound of autumn falling down
i like the song of winter willing
i like the sound of autumn falling down
i like the warmwear section at JC penny
and oh, i know
i know so far as i hope
and no, i know
hopeful isn’t helpful
but hey, i guess
it doesn’t hurt to hug a lot
and yeah, i know
hopeful isn’t helpful
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3. |
this sermon
04:35
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she left the note out on the dresser
took my coat and left me dead
wrote in pen her explanation
if words can bleed hers can't
so fill or starve i wouldn't know it
these fallen stars taste like ash
she wouldn't stay i couldn't make her
but if i could run i wouldn't chase her
we will stare
there's no one to make you
this sermon needs drugs
this sermon needs drugs
this sermon needs drugs
this sermon needs drugs
la da da
time magazine's worst man at losing
but there's no comfort left in blue
and there's no comfort in you
if this is love then fuck love and fuck me too
we killed the myth outside
we saw the taxi coming
from miles away
ohhh
from miles away
ohhh
ohhh
this sermon needs drugs
la da da
she left the note out on the dresser
took my coat and left me dead
wrote in pen her explanation
if words can bleed hers can't
so fill or starve i wouldn't know it
these fallen stars taste like ash
she wouldn't stay i couldn't make her
but if i could run i wouldn't chase her
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4. |
song about picnic
03:11
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look at me dead along your imperfect hairline
asleep like your sense of humor
like your castled affection
beneath your bed
keep your sounds to yourself, dear
i wish you’d stay, i’ll keep my bedroom tidy
i’ll make you breakfast at noon
i’ll keep the heater running
and you’ll keep warm too
i’ll put the bottle down
put the bottle down
i’ll put you back
down stream crumpled like my fallen ego
i hope to meet you in spring
we’ll cherish bugs and winter’s leaving
i’ll grow an apple tree
keep your silence to yourself, dear
i’ll put the bottle down
put the bottle down
i’ll put you back
down stream, next to me, downstream
next to me i'll be, next to you, next to me
downstream
next to me, downstream
(i'll put the bottle down)
i’ll put you back
down stream crumpled like my fallen ego
i hope to meet you in spring
we’ll cherish bugs and winter’s leaving
i’ll grow an apple tree
keep your silence to yourself, dear
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5. |
settle down
02:54
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settle down
it's not that hard to fake but it's easier
than it appears to be to you but it's not
dying yet, it's just changing moods
and changing minds
let go hold of the reigns of your doubt before
they let go of you
settle down
take some time to think you should take a breath
season's change clothes just like you do
every day, they're changing moods
and changing minds
let go hold of the leaves on your arms before
they let go of you
settle down
your bones won't rattle anymore and your nerves will grow
like irises, from the base your spine until
you're flowering, changing moods, yeah
and changing minds
let go hold of the things in your past before
they let go of you
they let go of you
they let go of you
they let go of you
you
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Sean Russell Troy, New York
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