1. |
Note To Self
02:33
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Well these tattoos decorate my arms
Like writing on a bathroom stall
And they're worth about the same
But they make me smile
Remind me of who I am
And that's more than I can say
For anything that finds me these days
If it weren't for hard luck, I'd have none
And that job that leaves you angry
Stressed and unfulfilled
We're killing ourselves just to pay the bills
At one time you may have had the choice
Your choices washed away
Along with the hope of better days
Well sinners keep on sinning
I'll drink till I get my fill
The winter is beginning
To impose its grievous will
And the apartment leaves you lonely
and restless every week
There's nothing to do; pour another drink.
At one time you may have had the choice
your choices have been made
It's out of your hands
Can't run away
And those friends that leave you hanging
Weren't friends from the start
Your bedroom is empty
And darker than your heart
But this time you may still have the choice
So get out there and live
Take what ya got
Make the most of it
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2. |
No Way But Up
03:29
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Well my hands are tied I can't seem to slow down alright
And I cursed and I swore and I cried my eyes out alright
And I called out to God, I hoped he'd call back alright
there's a piece of me wishing for another life
But it's alright
I'm gonna make it through
There's nothing else I can do
I'm gonna face my fear
There's no way I'm staying here
I was born into this
But it's no excuse
I'm packin' up my things I'm pickin' up myself
And I'm headin' somewhere else
There's a calendar with X's on the wall
Oh, but payday's not for twenty more
I've got bills and things I can't ignore
And I'm findin' comfort in the simplest things
Her voice, her song, or a cup of coffee
Those whiskey bottles that'll probably kill me
There's no easy way out
No benefit of doubt
I'm callin' myself to arms
The hollow words ran out
These claims carry clout
I'll brand it in my arm
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3. |
Stockholm Syndrome
02:22
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I could go away for days
I bet you wouldn't notice
I'm sure I never cross your mind
My heart is skipping beats
My liver's leaking enzymes
I'm struggling with words
But more so when to use them
And if this weather never clears
I'll be the first to lose them
Please ease my mind
Let me know that you're not mine
And you're happy there at home
Like a hostage with Stockholm Syndrome
And the sound of your voice
On a tape recorder
It falls like snowflakes on my ears
So cold but beautiful
It eases all my fears
Doctors, they scare me half to death
I'm holding on to precious breath
Sirens screaming down the street
Remind me that I'm lucky
Yeah, I'm lucky
I'm not sorry
And I take the blame
I always knew it would end up this way
But part of me
Is still holding on
But my sensibilities are dragging me along
If love is a crime
I've already done my time
But old habits never change
And those resolutions always seem to break
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4. |
Hearin' Reveille
03:24
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Door shut and windows closed
No vibrations on the phone
And I'm sittin' just waitin'
For I don't know
Can't build a reputation
On what you're plannin'
Turn thought to purpose, deed
And action
I'll climb my way up
From the bottom again
Cause I know the way
Like the back of my hand
I've never wanted something so bad
She's so damn pretty
Doe-eyed and rosy red
Catch a glimpse of her smile
I'm doin' somersaults inside my head
And I know! She ain't the one
She's only nineteen at best
She's never loved or hurt or been through hell
But who am I to say
Sometimes you just can't tell
I've never wanted something so bad
I've never wanted what I had
It's like a myth and a dream
It's like a scream
Hearin' reveille
I finally see now what all the fuss is about
Nobody's mincing words here
Ain't no room in this town for desperate
Down and out
Furthermore
My ego's been held up to the light
It's a lacking of a structure
There's a sting to the bite
But I'll get by
I've never wanted something so bad
I've never wanted what I had
It's a course-correcting brutal truth
This time I'll see it through
Hearin' reveille
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5. |
Life Stories
03:06
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With the country music
Fillin' the empty seat
Of the taxi cab that's takin' me to the show
Remindin' me of the things that I don't have
And the places I can't go
I'm just tryin' to calm my nerves
Take a shot, check my phone
Pretendin' I'm not the only one
Only one I know
Tell your life story in song
We've got all night long
Well the sun can wait
Another day
To bring light to
The madness of our ways
I keep myself up late these days
To avoid the empty room
The echos of a sigh
Bounce off the walls
And hit my ears too soon
I'm engineering a way out
But don't understand the math
And the rejections beg the question
'Is fate just here to laugh?'
These simple pleasures don't come cheap
But they're callin' out to me
An empty heart can only beat
And fall apart at the seams
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