Past, Present, Future (Don't Be So [Tense])
May 03 '08
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What up all? Below you'll find my lyrical album in full that I'd talked about what seems like years ago. I hesitate posting it now, and i gotta throw a disclaimer up on here. 95% of the feelings conveyed and actions mentioned and seemingly approved of in these 'songs' i don't condone or approve of anymore (#9 is the only one free from this disclaimer and the one track i really encourage you to read). Even the whole attitude, the mindset that having a relationship with a female equals complete and perfect happiness and lack of one means instant depression is completely false (Not exactly the first part of that statement (is false), but it certainly isn't ultimate). Nothing in this world can bring true happiness and if your relying on things, you'll eventually find yourself at the bottom of a deep barrel. That's where i found myself at, and came to the realization that true happiness can only be found in a living relationship with God. I'd known this my whole life, but there's a difference between knowing and acting and living it out. I'd encourage (na, stronger then that...exhort haha) you to check out the link below to hear some tight music, but more then that make sure you check out the tract up on the main page to hear a little more about what i'm talking about: http://www.readthisbeforeyoudie.com
Lyrical Album
Title: Past, Present, Future ([Don't be so] Tense)
Track List:
1. Different (No Letter) -
2. Stream (The Good Times) -
3. Untitled (Waiting Room) -
4. Heat (Melt the World) -
5. There’s Happiness in Pursuit (Life is a Verb):
6. Punch (Satire or something like it)
7. Anger (Manage It) -
8. Working Out (Distance) -
9. Conception (Post-Origin) -
10. Three and Couting (Breezy Snapshot)
(A Reminsce for the Road)
1. Different (No Letter):
Something’s not the same
Everything has become less of an art and more of a game
A hundred hungry fists reaching for bigger gains
Is it just me, or are standards getting lower by the month?
Is it just the air, or are you prickly to the touch?
Well, I guess not everything has changed that much
This is different
Usually I’m excited when I get a present
Or hate mail
You know what helps a guy get over a gal?
No more listening to those who relate
Instead, drink and hope until my face is in a pail
And hope that cells with your name on them are waving farewell
All’s well that ends well
All’s good that doesn’t make life a living hell
A week later
We’ve got ties on our necks and satin in our sheets
But the future looks far too bleak
This balance has kept the world stable for the past 6 months
And, in the big scheme of things, that’s not much
But I’ll add as many curses as I need
To outweigh my post-angst depression
Human beings, we don’t believe in learning lessons
Unless the scars forbid us to forget
The paper is too sharp
To risk turning the page
At least that’s what my latest adage would say
This whole life is sortof make it or break it
Pay or just take it
Basically, just have a conscious or fake it
No one can blame you either way
For the first time, I know this is the last time
Late to bed, early to rise
Embrace the daily grind
Substituting two birds in hand for a rock and a worm
That’s this city for ya
2. Stream (The Good Times):
That old man waving from his porch
His beard is his badge and his smile is his torch
I hope I’m never deflated
I want to be able to stand at the top if I ever make it
And if not, I’ll be content sitting next to you on the balcony
Smile on my face, drink in my hand
With a boyish smirk that says this was what I had planned
And I’ll tell them it was a good time
I know you’ll tell them anything
Your wit is starting to stream from the good times
There’s a reason reflection looks so good next to regret
They’re cousins
It’s the same way a car crash would look next to a dent
And if you can’t imagine, you’re obviously not right for me
If you can’t visualize, you can’t dream
If we never sleep, we’ll never die
If you never jump, we can never fly
If I never talk I never have to lie
What an optimistic guy
Your body is starting to ache from the good times
Young fools, thinking this is love
Old dudes, thinking sitting around is fun
At least they can sneak around
And least they’ve earned the chair they sit in now
There's something memorable about every day and age
Every first we make is another period on the page
Today’s potential, tonight’s fun
Tomorrow’s satisfaction
Three in one
3. Untitled (Waiting Room):
Mirror, mirror on the ground
When you fell did you make a sound?
Was there anybody around?
Were you shaken, stirred, or simply screwed?
Did someone not like themselves and thus not like you?
Oop, that’s my phone
‘Hey, how are you?’
Pardon me if I speak in subtle tones
That’s just the way I roll
Chorus:
The best laid squares are those replaceable
Stained white brick
You can’t get much more ignorant
But I’m sure you’ll be happy to try
There’s more to running then just moving in place
There’s more to an anniversary then a date
There’s more to a song then a moral and a bridge
There’s a bigger problem here than sin
If next door is the house for hurting hearts
Then this is the home for those beyond repair
The hospital for those dragged in on carts
For those who have yet to realize life isn’t fair
You’ll have to excuse the excess smoke
There’s a reason I avoid it,
And I think it’s connected to not choking hope
The best laid sidewalks are those littered with names
It’s not hollywood, but people will come to associate “ JAK 㢫” with fame
To some, the chalk is a wish
Stinking of the same hopelessness of that kiss
On the cheek of our true love
Whether for the first time or the 21st of some
Hundred
I’d like to be that last wish
Your hope for something better deserves better then this
But you won’t hear me complaining
4. Heat (Melt the World):
I could stand to live without the people I’ve left behind
In pictures, cameras and magazines
Leave them on the side for naysayers to find
There are lighter secrets I can bother to hide
And for a ten and a half I can leave it all behind
For the night, it feels right
Trading neon for my own sight
Tomorrow the world’s mine
Where’s the heat in here, I’m freezing
What’s that beat? Too late, she’s breezing
To the dance floor
There she goes
And I’m thinking I should let everyone know…
I can’t dance with everybody
I might as well dance with you
Chorus:
And if this is my last night in town
At the club
I want to show everybody lots of love
If you can move across the dance floor, drink intact
I’ll pay you double your money back
Does she cut the rug in the shape of a swirl?
Does she keep you mesmerized by her bouncy hair curls?
Last call
Does she step up for another?
Is she the kind to stay under the covers?
If we’re talking candidly, would you call her your lover?
Yeah, she’s amazing
That’s why I’m doing a little dust-shaking
This town has the night but it’s missing the day
You have excitement, but you’re laying your life away
I can dance next to anybody
But I want my body next to you
Chorus:
If this is my last night in the club
I want to give all my people their deserved love
You’ll lose your groove only to find it a minute later
And when it comes back, it’ll be all the greater
You’ll miss me in the evening
And slip your mind when you’re screaming
Obscenities
As strong and as common as they may be
They’ll be nothing compared to me
I have an announcement to make
After tomorrow, you’ll lives will never be the same
I’ll be gone, off somewhere to write songs
Chase a dream, do whatever a free man does
I don’t know when I’ll be back
Maybe never will
And if I die without seeing you all again, don’t take a moment and be still
Instead
Throw one back, act like life’s a game
Kiss your significant others, and act like Hollywood fame
That is, don’t represent regret and avoid the mundane
I love you all, I wish you well
Now hit the bar and shout my name at the stroke of twelve
5. Punch (Satire or something like it/You're supposed to laugh):
This song is for anyone who played love and lost
Didn’t bother with insurance
Figured it wasn’t the worth the cost
Now she owns the lease and she just burned it
Coat tailed and threw a twist
I’m not seeing anyone, but I’m all but over it
Are you there?
Are you watching me?
I hope not, because it’s a lot of happiness for one single girl to see
I’m not doing as good as I’ve ever been
But every night I attract the woman with my sly grin
And I don’t have to turn them down anymore
I’m holding someone else’s hand on the dance floor
I bet you're still a sucker for those alcohol faces
Those aren’t smirks, those are tobacco creases
No, you can’t use my phone, you’d get it all greasy
Man, I’ve been waiting years to say that line
And, I gotta tell ya, it wasn’t easy
It's not about the pleasing
I’m not thinking about you anymore
You gotta believe me
I wasn’t looking at you
But I’m over
Somebody with brown hair and great thighs
But I’m not saying who
Someone whose pupils were green and favorite color was blue
Sweetie, I've got a secret
I’m over you
And those aren’t tears flowing from my big, blue eyes
I wrote this song to prove you’re the farthest thing from my mind
Because I’m not thinking about you anymore
I know your kind
Take away attention and you die
I’m not looking at you, I’m staring at that short guy
Standing on the tallest ladder’s lowest rung
I still remember the exact words to all those songs you sung
I remember the exact feeling when we left each other
Yeah, it pretty much stung
But I said it five times and I’ll say it again
You and me, yeah, we’re definitely done
I have a confession to make
I miss you, and I'm sure this comes as a shock
I don’t like you, I don’t appreciate you
But only three dozen girls can capture my attention like you do
And I’m most familiar with you
I’m not taking you back, don’t misunderstand
I just don’t want you with another man
I’m selfish, I’m ugly and you should be repulsed
But baby when you come back, do it in slow motion
I've hadthese cameras set up for weeks for this very reason
And if the print turns our good, I'll probably take you back
If you’d like that
6. Anger (Manage it):
Another man lost despite
The blood flowing in his veins
Another life claimed off of spite
Who lost his cool
And began pounding along with the rain
I should congratulate you
You broke the hardest part
I’m proud of you
You chipped the hardest heart
When it was the dust and smoke
(Hell or the highway)
You didn't choke
As warning as clear as day,
But down the sewer hole I went with you anyway
Twisted dream
Par nightmare
Silent scream
Crying out of fear
No one likes the wallpaper
But we’re blind so we can’t tell
That the roof is caving in
Bile’s flowing down the wall
While we scream a chorus that say all’s well
The bottom line is this is a bottomless pit
Which would make this the top
With me holding on to the lip
Circling the drain as if there’s anywhere to go but down
I’ll make that scowl turn into a frown
Sucked
Into a tunnel where rats eyes don’t glow and my batteries are dead
I found your spiritual body down there
And, along with the slime on the wall
I dissolved next to the red
Every town has people who just walk around
And I’m about to be one of them
It won’t be pretty, but we need to float alongside the bile
Show our courage and pretend we enjoy every acid-soaked mile
Here smiling isn’t secret
It’s the art of how we grieve
The smell is addicting as evil
The water is hot enough to freeze
It gets to the point where we would kill for a second of your air
I guess never telling anybody I cared
Has come back with a twist that even I wouldn’t dare
Conjure
Flounder
As we recall the floor of a pit we’ll never meet
This is a bottomless pit
With me holding onto the lip
Wishing I had remembered protection
7. Working out (Distance):
My beater is wrinkled and it’s a good picture
It’s not the setting I would prefer to give her
But she said don’t move
Said I want to remember you, just like this
Laying on the bed, head in yawning fists
It’s no metaphor for bliss
But it is what it is:
Two young lovers tied together by emotion and lips
“This can’t be summer love”
The radio sings
"I miss your hair in my face"
My phone rings
But she lives down the state border
And when I miss her it stings
And I know you’d say I hate to sound country
But the car’s in the shop, I don’t have a job
I haven’t talked to you in weeks
I’m no longer that punchy music snob
All our conversations are insul(t)ations
And it’s not doing anything to keep the heat in
So what’s the point of plastic?
Only heat scares away the creases
The beat keeps our time and dulls our minds from the pain
If you’re in love, it’s beautiful
If you’re depressed, it’s just rain
You’re out there dancing in the street
Unless you’re in there staring, out the window, looking bleak
And if you’re missing somebody you wonder if it’s pouring where there at
A wet shirt layered up and down in pink
Your hugs were as powerful as that lengthy thunderclap
She knew that was your favorite shirt
Here’s a subtle wink
The images make you glad
Makes you smile, makes you weak
Makes you crazy, makes you sweet
You wouldn’t tell her now, but you really do care
Just another example that life’s not fair
You’re playing basketball, she’s playing hooky
She’s the money you need coming in and you’re the bookie
At times like this, the memories make you happy
Because you stop thinking about how far away she is
The pictures side by side on the beach
And the memories of awkward compensation by the reef
How crazy it was, that you had the perfect shot and didn’t pull the trigger
Now you miss her
Eh, that’s me for ya, go figure
But I hear she’s holding out for you too
Till next summer when the sky turns blue
It’ll be a long haul, but the cable car never stops moving
Even if the driver has no idea what he’s doing
(I heard that) She’ll meet you under the streetlights, late at night
Across the street from Jojo’s and next to the chapel of Christ
Then we can continue our natural high of a life
We see everyone around us get their problems fixed
While we remain in the midst of a car wreck
She ignores you; you don’t have a steady paycheck
It works out for everybody except me
Until it works out for me and some other kid says “It only works out for him, not me”
It’s a repetitive cycle that doesn’t have a heading
Or ending
The song that never ends has to start somewhere
8. There’s Happiness in Pursuit (Life is a Verb):
Is it the solitude?
The glow of the midnight moon
The quiet hours spent home late at night
Or burning green like an amusement park tycoon
Is it reality or the pursuit of something better?
The knot in your stomach after she answers or the pulse of a feather?
If you’re asking me, I think it changes as often as the weather
I think it matters if you find it predictable or clever
But whatever your answer is
Mine's all summed up in your kiss
Chorus:
When you can translate it into an everlasting pill
When you can make a step out your windowsill like your rolling down a grassy hill
When you can give it all away and hold some still
I guarantee you will
Simplicity at it's most complex
I'll go first if you promise me your next
I won't be the one to leave this in pieces
If a scream does anger
Laugh to release it
Chorus
For some, it’s simplicity
Others, it has to be complex to be a synonym
It’s her showing up
It’s the opposite of “Oh, and she brought him”
It’s the warmth of your touch
It’s the feel of silky skin
It’s the gangster’s bling
It’s your natural blush
It’s hearing a shy girl sing
It’s the relaxing of your spinal in plush
It’s how you react to those flowers I sent
It’s your middle name
Happiness
You can’t honestly call it a life when it’s not omnipresent
Just like you can’t really call it a candle if it doesn’t carry the scent
In this case, of ambers burning regret
10. Three and Couting (Breezy snapshot)
Robbing the burger place without a gun
Get used to it
‘That was lots of fun’
Got to love the boring sun
That same ray steals the pool’s afterglow
I think I’ve finally recovered from all that moshing at the rock show
Since when do I have a.d.d.?
Since you and punk rock meet me
Our lives don’t stop when the show gets cancelled
We don’t have the pleasure of an hour-long season finale
And this statement will only be challenging
When you take it in context
Context:
The background that human beings stick character magnets on to see who reacts to what
And what makes who leave and when
Still, I’m not blasting a good old-fashioned scenario
Late nights walking in the park
Climbing over walls that read ‘no entry after dark’
Some rules were meant to be broken
Some street signs were meant to be stolen
Lay Ave, High street
I’ll walk down any street if it’s you I’m there to meet
A party that would make the big bang ashamed if it existed
Haha, he say his “hands got blistered”
Skin smoother then R&B
A hug tighter then you and me
We could scramble ‘em or do some damage
That was crazy fun but now I’m famished
One last time, shout out freedom with me
Basketball till four in the morning
“No, I wouldn’t say I’m high”
I’d say we’re soaring
Prank calls worth their weight in laughter
Juvenile, but we’ve never been happier
There’s little more awkward then a morning without a kiss goodnight
Sleeping in till 2:05
There’s a special smell to you that makes me feel alive
Could life be any more faster?
I’m about to leave
And we’ll ask each other to keep in constant touch
These are times that try cold heart’s souls
Grow up much?
The grass is just as green on the other side
It’s just a little taller in my midget of a mind
A clearance store is only as good as the money you’re willing to spend
In the end…
You decide life for yourself
Here we go…
Caps in hand, speeches for words
We gave ourselves the best days of the best years of our lives that we could
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He, this is she
Hi she, this is me
You’ll want to know each other if you plan to be
The next best thing
To me and somebody else’s, other, fling
For a wobbly girl, you sure find good hiding places
For an innocent kid, you like your black faded
You wouldn’t guess so from the other guys you’ve dated
But you’re quite the sweetheart after the smoke’s evaporated
First impressions are a pain in your wrist (no emo)
But now you’ve got me mimicking you
Your subtle laugh and side-effected twitch
We’ve made stories to tell later
Stunts that next time we meet we can make crazier
And a night conversing atop concrete
The first time, it’s awkward
A kind of shaking hands that takes place without any logical words
Or phrases
In a completely legal way, we’re related
In the same way an inmate might want to get permanently incarcerated
For the member’s benefit
Let’s let this marinate in the sauce of boredom spiced up with a dash of secrets
We’ll give it a week or two then try and grill it
I’m not bragging, but I’m quite a cook
Anybody can do it
For the low price of my authored books
Twiddiling thumbs like I'm not hinting at something
Helping you over the cemetery wall in the least emo way
Two words
Hide
Seek
It’s good to see you again
I haven’t missed you
But I’ve been farther away from it then I was
I’ve had less fun nights at the club
I’ve had better tans from brighter suns
When you smile you look high
But after seeing it, so do I
Why does it always have to be about whose the prettiest?
I’d take ten of you over that one with the shiny lips
Thumbs down, bottoms up
Thumbs sideways
The ball should be going into the cup
Not kissing the ground
I’m not saying I was lost, but I’m not missing now
There’s nothing more awkward then a little lady with a problem
Come on, we’re celebrating
Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em
When you said you were melting, I thought you meant you were melting
This rain would be alot more awkward if it were sweltering
Do you get it?
Yawn and a stretch
What can we do that hasn’t been done yet?
What can a virgin and a liar do to kill a day?
Jog, wrestle, sample the new axe spray
It’ll be a long time before I see you again
So I want this last night to pass the test
An escapade to stand above and beyond all the rest
But this town is worse then my city
So we’ll grab a movie
A classic of my generation
Yeah, I’m just kidding, you do look pretty
You fell asleep an hour and a half before it ended
And we both pretended you were awake
I found this diamond, it’s all yours
It’s probably fake but I thought you’d enjoy it
I’d leave you on the couch till morning
When the sun will turn back on and keep on burning
I got twelve hours of sleep but I feel like I didn’t sleep a wink
If you weren’t underage, I’d offer you a drink
And if you don’t see the irony, then you really should leave
It’s us on the sofa
Flicking with a tick
Pricking with a lick
Or you just laying there
And me just standing near
All these channels, nothing on TV
Which is all the sign somebody needs to give me
But I got called in
The goodbye is less then dramatic
And now I’m waiting here, standing
Thinking of next time….
Two times is fun, but three hits the spot
In the big picture, these moments will be just a couple little dots
But it’s a diamond memory I would rather die then drop
I’m not the type to forget nights like last
The moment’s past
But I’ll never forget the prequel
Believe me when I say the feeling is mutual
There’s a reason why this ending is wide open,
It takes the risk of being stolen, but the end will justify the means
I hope you know what I mean
Now take a step back with me and pack these memories away
Maybe we shouldn’t do this
But I’m already setting plans for next season’s blueprint
Don’t tell anyone, but I’m hoping this year has a twist
No doubt its delay will be released
That’s just the way I’m viewing every run-in these days with the police
It’ll be immoral, incumbent, and completely unrelated
But the fans will be giddy when they heard that we made it
I swtiched this track to last 'cause it's one that i really want to have an impact, and one that i still stand by, unlike any and mostly everything that you've just read beforehand.
9. Conception (Post-Origin)
Feel no pain
Because the needle is so searing
But the tears roll because your brain tells them they should
So brilliant
God’s tears rolling of the side of the sun
The one that makes it to the ground is the destruction of dishonesty
More destructive then you’ll ever know
Our lives were young and so were we
Know for a fact that you existed
You were...to me
A slippery human
Not fully stretched out but who can argue existence
Not someone to you but still developed
And shivering in the wake of the background music
All we had to go on was our own truth
And the truth fed to us through eternal tubes dyed a menacing blue
But the twist we couldn’t fathom
We were offended by your standards
Frozen by SHOCK and other things that would be a brutal truth to you
We dropped into water purified with truth
And our pores could not understand
So quickly we limped into our square booth
Resurrecting our two hands
Jog against the wind
Rebellious children
Dare frostbite to scar and numb
Dare the bubbling liquid to erase the defining moments that have shaped the mass that stands before us now
Testify of a truth that acts without a gun
Dare we recline
And have faith that the seat will let us back up
Take what you want and leave us be
We flinch at the light and misunderstand your greeting
When I’m able I’ll apologize for that scar
But for now, I’ll relax midair
In order to take away the pressure of the tying of my sisters hair
Run against the wind
Blinded child
The path is so worn it’s impossible to stray
Unless the people who founded it were straying the wrong way
On that dusty day
It's a question no one dares to say
How can you write a conclusion to a revolution
You can’t, put simply
But nothing is ever so
The scar it leaves on a young mother to be
The demons
The images
It showcases with disgusted glee
It’s scaring the child
One out of three
You were somebody to me
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