1. |
Castle In The Clouds
02:32
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Talking to you brings upon me the reality
Drain me of my hope and send me home
And I’ll be on my way
Then I could build my castle
I could see the whole thing clearly
I could live between the ground and clouds
And I know I say that holding on
Isn’t worth it at all
But if I let go and I lose you and it’s tragic
How does that work tell me
Residue of conversation clings around my ears
But I can’t hear it if you’re screaming at me
Saying it’s not there
So I could build my castle
I could see the whole thing clearly
I could live between the ground and clouds
And I know I say that holding on
Isn’t worth it at all
But if I let go and I lose you and it’s tragic
How does that work tell me
And I know I say that holding on
Isn’t worth it at all
But if I let go and I lose you and it’s tragic
How does that work tell me
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2. |
To Each Their Own
01:28
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Did it hurt
When you fell off your pedestal
Cuz it hurt me
I’m the one who put you there
Did it kill
To even breathe
And did you lie awake wondering how to be free
Of all the times it turned out fine
And I stood on an island hoping
One day maybe someone else would stay
The stars from kings before me
Shine down, impart their wisdom
Oh it helps me keep on keeping on
Oh I wonder
When did they decide
To simply up and throw away
Every precious idol
Then again it’s possible
The gods were unidentified
Maybe polished statues were only ever mine
Oh I wonder
When did they decide
To simply up and throw away
Every precious idol
Then again it’s possible
The gods were unidentified
Maybe polished statues were only ever mine
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3. |
How To Sing
02:39
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I learned how to breath and what to eat and what to drink
And I learned how to stand when I sing
Then I learned
Parking lots don’t have no walls they’re different from opera halls
But I can’t stop loving both
If I teach you how to breathe
Will you remind me to sing
Sometimes, and let it all go
If I teach you how to breathe
Will you remind me to sing
Sometimes, and let it all go
I learned how to sing about tuberculosis because
That’s what everybody’s always dying of in operas
Now I listen to a slightly new arrangement
But I know that nothing’s 'gonna change
The fact that Mozart’s been bombing the music industry
Since 1759 when he was only 3
And basement venue crumbling walls
Just don’t compare to opera hall acoustics
But I am not complaining
If I teach you how to breathe
Will you remind me to sing
Sometimes, and let it all go.
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4. |
Jersey Boi
03:22
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When people think you’re cool
They tell you all kinds of things that you don’t want to know
They invite you to places that you never really wanted go
So maybe next time just leave me alone
I could stay inside, yeah I could stay at home
Take me by the hand and take me back to my comfort zone
Ah, here we go…
Ah, here we go
Ah, here we go
Ah, here we go
I go along with you to see where you’re coming from
And it’s all adding up but now Im wanting to run
Most of the time you know that we really gel
But the things that you’re into making me want to yell
It’s like you think you finally found a mate in the soul
So every difference oh it’s feeling like a betrayal
But there ain’t no place to really put any blame
When they’re standing there looking at you just the same
Ah, here we go
Ah, here we go
Ah, here we go
Ah, here we go
Then you wonder why you’re there in the first place
When they try to put a smile on your face
Then you’re standing there, you’ve got a friend, and maybe that’s the thing
That’s what the other one’s are there for, so take our time and care for
Each-other, yeah we’ll make it through
Ah, here we go
Ah, here we go
Ah, here we go
Ah, here we go
I go along with you to see where you’re coming from
And it’s all adding up but now Im wanting to run
Most of the time you know that we really gel
But the things that you’re into making me want to yell
It’s like you think you finally found a mate in the soul
So every difference oh it’s feeling like a betrayal
But there ain’t no place to really put any blame
When they’re standing there looking at you just the same
Ah, here we go
Ah, here we go
Ah, here we go
Ah, here we go
When people think you’re cool
They tell you all kinds of things that you don’t want to know
They invite you to places that you never really wanted go
So maybe next time just leave me alone
I could stay inside, yeah I could stay at home
Take me by the hand and take me back to my comfort zone
Ah, here we go
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5. |
That Cool "S"
02:27
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English class binder plastered in photos taken from magazines
Of a band you kind of know, names of celebrities
You kinda heard of, but all of your friends like
So throw them in-between
Rip out your laces for something that feels kind of cool
When you take a moment to stare down at your shoes
Give this girl a sharpie, or gel pen artist to be
Will draw his initials on your hands like graffiti
But it’s not in your heart no not for real
Everything is secret, a mystery, and interesting
All that stuff we find in the margins
Etched into backpacks and old pairs of jeans
So let’s get tattoos of each-other
They won’t be subtle and we’ll never be the same
It’s written on your body who you wish you could call
But it’s not in your heart no not for real
Everything is secret, a mystery, and interesting
All that stuff we find in the margins
Etched into backpacks and old pairs of jeans
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6. |
Summer Island Anthem
03:12
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Full-on American, into skateboarding and all that craic
The kids in the hoodies that they call jumpers
Outside by the tables they circle like a wolf-pack
You’re riding lefty tonight, so throw me a can
Well alright but they’re all for you because of who I am
I let him drive my car; It’s not a metaphor
Walls are flying by tonight
Back at home we’d call it out of sight
I let him drive my car; It’s not a metaphor
I’m getting out of here cause I been there and done that
But it makes me smile looking back
We’d sit on the floor, and figure out the world
Hey soul sister, where are you now
And what are you thinking about?
I’m getting out of here - been there, done that!
But it makes me smile looking back
I let him drive my car; It’s not a metaphor
Full-on American, into skateboarding and all that craic
The kids in the hoodies that they call jumpers
Outside by the tables they circle like a wolf-pack
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7. |
Trashing The Place
03:50
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It’s tall and strong and built to last
With a moat, and alligators, barbed wire
And spikes coming off the top
Oh I did account for the fact
That I don’t let anybody in
So if I do it probably means they can stay
But I didn’t account for the fact
That some just like breaking in
Now I’m trying to chase them out
But we never planned for this (oh he’s)
Running around, running around
Smashing vases, coloring on the walls
Sees people dying
As they try to climb the spikes
They’re not nearly strong enough
To make it through
But oh how they try
And feels bad to see them wonder
Into harm’s way past the
Neon flashing “harm’s way” entrance signs
Oh, he shelters the wounded
But they’re gone soon after he finds out
They were faking the wounds
Oh he’s running around, running around
Smashing vases, coloring on the walls
Oh I did account for the fact
That I don’t let anybody in
So if I do it probably means they can stay
But I didn’t account for the fact
That some just like breaking in
Now I’m trying to chase them out
But we never planned for this
Oh he’s running around, running around
Smashing vases, coloring on the walls
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8. |
Claddah
03:00
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I had an epiphany today- but then maybe it was just the sugar in the milkshake
it was all to do with unconditional love
but then I had to defend myself
because push is gonna come to shove
I would travel far
on planes, trains, busses, boats
on foot, skateboards, helicopters and cars
Where ever I got I’ll keep my wits about
I know who is standing beside me to keep me from falling down.
the room went quiet- when we speak it’s so un true,
they fell silent saying can’t talk like that when there’s a lady in the room
the conversation wasn’t really all that scandalous
but the noise coming from the speakers they were listing to woulda made the devil blush
I will listen to music that you play
on the drums, keys, bass, clarinet guitar or
a voice with something to say
but I won’t move my hips or clap my hands to destruction
I would travel far
but Ill never put down my guitar
cause I know what its like to be home
I hope I get to see you there
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9. |
The Lane
03:02
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We went down to the lane again
And I know you know I been hanging on by a thread
Won't you tell me a story
But this time make sure it's full of glory
As we paddle out again
I only want to be free
Now that we're dropping in
This is who I want to be
As we paddle out again
I only want to be free
Now that I'm dropping in
This is who I want to be
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10. |
Misirlou
01:28
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What Famine Boston, Massachusetts
What Famine is an American East-Coast Surf Punk Band based in Boston, MA. We are comprised of rotating members from NH, MA, and NYC. Our aim is to collaborate with musicians and artists of all backgrounds in order to share stories, learn, and grow.
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