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Quiet Living
01:55
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It looks so goddamned easy - Quiet living. Content with the ordinary. I'm thinking, "There's got to be a better way." It's gonna take some back-break, some sweat, and a little bit of heartache. You make it look so goddamned easy - Indoor living. Will that shit bores me. I'm not settling for anything. There ain't nothing for free. Raised voices raise me higher above a world that brings little comfort. There's odd comfort found in the ranting of a mad man.
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Hands On You
01:12
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It's eleven. I'm still waiting for her to come in and tell me, "Everything'll be fine." I'll go out of my mind if I don't see you tonight. Please deliver me from nowhere. It's early morning. I'm nervous, expecting a no-show, a phone call, voices explaining, "I can't deliver you from nowhere. What you need is a savior to save you." I promise: I don't need a savior. I can't bear the few minutes until I get my hands on you. I can't bear the few minutes until I distract myself with you.
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Down and Out
02:40
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I had to break out. I had to get away. There's too many kids grabbing for glory. I'm not around like I used to be. Please boys, don't forget me. Down and out in New Jersey. Can anybody hear me? Was there ever anybody listening? We put it all out there on the floor. Posturing for the hard boys and at the mercy of the sweet young girls. I tore my throat out for glory. Now, I push less than a whisper. I remember last night. Yeah man, it felt real nice to disappear. I got the fuck out of here. Now I'm gone. I'm a ghost, an echo fading then lost, soft sound slowly silenced. We put it all out there.
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Distraction
02:32
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You stand with your hands on your hips, I think I could get used to this. There are things I didn't know I missed. So come lay down before this world ends. It's getting close now to the big finish. So come here distraction, let me tell you stories of our government. Please don't get depressed, when the hope is gone, we'll still have this. When this falls apart. When the hope is gone. Where will we end up? When the hope is gone. When this war is won. When the noose is hung.
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Gassed and Blind
01:12
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You scream your lies from a pulpit. You're a politician, a priest preying from the stage, policeman, puppet on a string. You'll rise up with mirrors and smoke machines. You'll try to pull a fast one on me. Misleading. Gassed and blind we submit to deceiving. They'll never tie us up. They'll run out of rope. And I will be here tomorrow. I swear I've found a way to be. Tear down the walls that confine me. And I will be here tomorrow. I swear this is the only way to be. I won't go.
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Anesthesia
03:10
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We're clever. We're bright. We're pretty charming, captivating, and engaging alright. My friends chose to be drunk and medicated. That's their way out of a confusing time, and the threats of aging; of threats of packaged lives and the wars we're waging. My friends chose to be sleep deprivated. That's their way out. We're clever, we're bright, we're anesthetized. Anesthetized but so bright. I'm losing my mind. Anesthetic, it's fucking pathetic. We're awful clever at avoiding life. And it's a quick retreat when all you see is defeat. We never even tried. We just do what we like. Let's have some fun tonight. We use what we can to avoid life. We're clever and bright. We're petrified. We're scared of wasted lives.
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Volatile
03:08
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Alright. These thoughts in my head are volatile. I'm unstable, impulsive, unsettled. I hope you don't mind. And I've been around and I've learned: We dance around but we're moving nowhere. And I'm volatile. I'm gonna let it all out. I'm gonna tell you now. I'm tired of biting my tongue. Yeah, we're all so tired of blood. I'm gonna let it all out. And we danced around. Slow motion. This is our failure. This ain't a victory. We're nowhere kids. We're nowhere, kid. We didn't understand that we never stood a chance.
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