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Baby Teeth
03:53
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They don't tell you that selling out
Is more innocent than unemployment
And they don't tell you that getting soft just means
Living like you want to live
When you do not have to give a shit
Living like you want to live
Without the self analysis
Or the spiritual paralysis
Of microscopic memories
Dissected into centuries
From the dentures to the baby teeth
The pictures are framed so perfectly
But they don't call it paying dues
When you're in there washing their dishes
They only call it paying dues
When their hands are holding tickets
Whoa oh oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh oh
Whoa ohh
Whoa ohh
Whoa ohh oh
It's easy enough to know
Just what is and is not a show
Is there anything here for sale?
Ah forget it--let's just go
Far to some twisted paradise
Where even vegans ruin environments
And garbage is inspiring
Where common people have no common sense
And every landlord is raising rent
The drugs are strangely sobering
There ain't no pushers using shit
Now the news has no real news in it
And then something soon has got to give
And Baltimore was razed to live
Like a forest after a fire is
Saplings nursing from their Mothers' ashes
If Freddie's dead
If Freddie's dead
If Fred is dead
You better pass the matches
Ohhh oh oh oh
Whoa oh oh oh ohh
Whoa ohh ohh
Whoa ohhh
Whoa ohhh
Fred is dead
If Fred is dead
Pass the matches
Pass the matches
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2. |
Long Hands
02:10
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Every face in this place
Has got something to hide
I've been thinking a lot
About where I call home
Every square inch of space
In this room is occupied
And in a crowd this size
I'm always alone
Sifting between every crack
In all those translucent social panes
Out the window in the back
Where you watch the outside world play
And you're busting at the seams
Just to go against the grain
But you can't find it in yourself
And so you go ahead and play their games
There used to a place
You could go to be yourself
Until the people you knew there
All found better shit to do
And they sold all their dreams
For a box of sleeping pills
And their only real thrill
Is hitting "snooze"
In the afternoon
O it's fine, no really
It's been an okay day
I'm living slow so I don't mind
I can hardly feel the time fade away
It's like watching the long hands
On the clock at school or work
Time passes us by
Like I was younger
When I sang those words
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3. |
Nothing's Gonna Change
02:32
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Here I am staying up late again
Maybe tomorrow I could sleep in
I'd lose my job and some of my friends
But maybe tomorrow I could sleep in
Just feels like nothing's gonna change
The way I am
Even if I never
Figure myself out
Feels like nothing's gonna change
Me
Smoking a cigarette I swear that I'll quit
I may get old but I'll still be hip
Not like those heroes who start putting out shit
Well I may get old but I'll still be hip
Just feels like nothing's gonna change
The way I am
Even if I never
Cough my lungs out
It feels like nothing's gonna change
The way I am
Even if I never chew my tongue out
Nothing's going to change me
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4. |
Royal Jelly
02:56
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A few weeks later
From when you said you weren't dead
Them alligators
Still swimming around your head
But now it's two months after
Two more til you let it go
This four week disaster
Crawled here all on its own
Now I could leave you
But I could not leave you alone
I could not leave you a. . .
Did you get what you were begging for
Cheap advice from a dying world?
Oh no
You couldn't leave it alone
Leave it a. . .
Fornicator
Well you said you were fine
Guess I made it
Didn't make it mine
Well now it's four weeks after
And too weak to let it go
This whole reactor
Melt down before you know
I got a planet
But I can not plan it alone
I can not plan it alone
Did you get what you were begging for
A little extra when you can't fit no more
Oh no
I think I gotta go home
I could not leave it alone
I think I gotta go
Soaked in the laughter of those
Strangers that you know
I couldn't leave it alone
I guess I gotta go home
I guess I gotta go home
I guess I gotta go home
I couldn't leave it alone
I guess I gotta go home
Cause I couldn't leave it alone
I think I gotta go home
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5. |
Paper Knife
03:41
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Making new plans
Is a burden to a man
Fingers wrapped
Around a can in a pile
Here where we sit
Could still shoot from the hip
But the horse and the bit
Is getting tired
And tore
Torn like a face is when it smiles
It's wore
But this time not worn out for hire
Enter
Your face is cracking now
Sworn in to goals
As the years will pass in droves
Leaving seconds of repose
Among the dire
Every ones knows
If you cannot cannot keep your nose clean
You could always
Wash your soul off in the fire
And be reborn
But this time born without a file
It's warm
It's so much warmer than the trials
Endure
What you've been suffering through
Stroll into work
With your methods unrehearsed
And the memories
You have of all the miles
Scroll through the verse
Of a million meaningless words
That get spewed from the mouth
Of a grown child
It hurts
To see you crawl into the pyre
It's worse
To know my flame will be the lighter
It hurts
But soon we'll all be ash
You'll never hear it again
You'll never see it again
If you don't want to
Not if you don't want to
We'll never be here again
It never happened, my friend
We make our own truth
At least that's what we hope to do
Whoa oh oh
Oh oh
La la la
La la la la
Whoa oh oh
Oh oh
Whoa oh oh
What lie is love?
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6. |
It's Whatever
02:25
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It's sad
It's whatever
They'll never see the two of us together
They'll grow up
And come down
To sip their drinks through our frowns
They'll learn much
To forget it
They injure and heal like the rest of us
Who ponder
Our regrets
And wonder about their inheritance
What should they know?
How should I know?
I've got a song to sing though
What should they know?
How should I know?
I've got a song to sing though
It makes sense
I'll admit
It happens to all of us in some sense
We let go
Or lose grip
We force these grins and bear it
But it's our choice
It's a dare
To what is there and what is not there
What should they know?
How should I know?
I've got a song to sing though
What should they know?
How should I know?
I've got a song to sing though
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7. |
Rearrange the Room
03:26
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I've been thinking about what you said
And I'm thinking it's all true
Sometimes you just gotta move things around a bit
Find a better place to stash our shoes
We should start by folding the laundry
Could probably stand to lose a thing or two
"Sometimes I just start feeling all wrong," you say
When them things never move
And at the risk of sounding bossy
Darlin' let's rearrange our room
Oh, let's rearrange our room
Cause I've been thinking 'bout what you said
And I know you still want to move
But in the meantime we can freshen things up a bit
I always thought I'd spend more time on that roof
You might think that I've been lazy
And maybe in some ways that's true
But now I'm dying to work for you, baby
Let's rearrange our room
Darlin' let's rearrange our room
Let's rearrange our room
Let's rearrange our room
Oh, let's rearrange our room
Ah, let's rearrange our room
Yeah, let's rearrange our room
Let's rearrange our room
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8. |
Chasing Cars
03:55
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My head is spinning
Like a bottle around this bar
I can't help but feel
Just like a dog chasing cars
You'll never catch but sometimes
You'll get caught under the spin-light
It leaves a mark
You choke out one last bark
And spill your guts into the dark of night
I'm feeling quite dizzy now
Swirling in a heap of sights and sounds
Where love is an empty feeling
And skin is only for peeling
Turn yourself in before you
Get yourself figured out
Growing up or going down
We used to laugh so loud
Well the world is spinning
Like a bottle in the universe
All the gods and all the frauds
Just sitting in a circle
With apocalypse pursed
Jesus Christ, I know what it's like
To be betrayed by a kiss
So when the bottle stops moving
It won't matter much to me who it's facing
Holy hell I'm dizzy now
It's always back and forth
From thorns to crowns
That make life a drug for dealing
And time a thief for stealing
Turn yourself in before it
Turns you inside out
Growing up or going down
My feet are still firm on the ground
But I feel so far away from them now
And the world is spinning
Like a bottle in the universe
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9. |
Lie in It (Sunshine)
04:39
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Why don't you
Crawl on out of your hole, sunshine?
I gotta see you again
Because I am
No good in the darkness, my friend
I start drinking alone
And then I get
Obsessed with moments passing by
Can't relax to enjoy them
And it's
Even worse when I think it through
I get tangled and tense
And then I'm mean
Yes, I don't even like me
Y'see I fought in the new Old Revolution
But I
Don't recall when it ended
Cause I saw
Bodies falling from buildings when I was in school
And the live feed is streaming still
It's cruel
But it's hard to let go of a battle habit
Especially when you're still in love with it
Still they won't make peace out of steel and brick
If they can't
Find some grass and just lie in it
It'd make sense
If everything had to end
Why don't you
Tell me something you know, Sunshine?
I'll believe in anything I don't
Because I've been
Playing the game all wrong
I thought I wanted the song I was singing
But I don't even mean the first half of it
And you can bet I won't revise a bit
Because it's
Not about making love, is it?
It's more like throwing a hissy fit
It'd make sense
If everyone was in on it
It'd make sense
If everyone's in on it
Oh, it'd make sense if everything had to end
Time the ancient antagonist
Which keeps and loses track of events
Time the ancient antagonist
It keeps and looses track of us
Time the ancient antagonist
Keeps and loses track of us
Time is the ancient antagonist
It keeps and loses track of us
It'd make sense
If everything had to end
Oh, it'd make sense
If everything had to end
Yes, it'd make sense
It'd make sense
Oh, it'd make
Doot doot
Doot doot
Doot doot doot
Doot doot
Doot doot
Doot doot
Doot doot doot
Doot doot. .
It'd make sense
If everything had to end
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10. |
Fort Night
06:34
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A fried chicken stand
Pierced by the shadow of a steeple
Taqueria signs
Poking their heads over the street
Complete sets of furniture
Litter the front lawns
And some people upon the stairs
Take turns passing around something to eat
And they're giving it up
Just like they were giving up a parking spot
Moving along
Out of the way may be the last thing anyone's got
But what's so great
About singing the same songs every night?
Everything can be repeated
Well, everything except for those first times
And lately I've been thinking
That it's time for a rewrite
Oh lately I have been thinking
Pictures of pleasure
Tease people staring at the walls
A pinup girl's straddle
Beer posters under the neons
Best selling authors
Hone their craft in bathroom stalls
Every asshole's got a story
About how they know Leon
Cause here in Fort Worth
They've got everything that you might find in LA
A place to swill, a line to sniff
A date with nothing to say
A strip of bars
And most all of us still love it this way
Ah, but what's so great
About going to the same party every night?
When the sun goes down
The neighborhood really comes alive
But lately I've been drinking
Thinking that I'd rather see it dead again
Oh lately I have been thinking
I take a picture and then it's already over
It was just a shift of frame and lens
I pull a pedal off of a four leaf clover
Well, luck isn't love
But then I guess it all depends
On just what brand of
Entanglement that you are looking for
Cause opportunity knocks
And on occasion even kicks in a door
Oh but still what--what's so bad
About getting in the same fight every night?
Learn when to punch, when to block
And when to bite
But lately I've been thinking
That I don't wanna see it comin'
Oh
Oh lately I have been thinking
Tell me that story one more time
About how you're gonna change
You're gonna paint
You're gonna write
You're gonna find yourself again
You're gonna save all that money
You've been siphoning for poison
And that's gonna fix your brain
So when you die real busy
Everyone can talk about all the shit you did
But lately I've been thinking
You should just stop worrying
About how it all ends
Oh yeah, yeah
Oh lately I have been thinking
Oh lately I have been thinking
Yeah, yeah
Oh lately there's something on my mind
And I really think of it all the time
Oh, oh lately I've been thinking
Lately, lately I have been thinking
Oh lately I-I-I I've been thinking
Yeah, lately I-I I've been thinking
Oh been thinking something
I-I-I've been thinking
Wooh ooh ooh
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Cameron Smith Fort Worth, Texas
Cameron Smith is a folk singer and songwriter from Fort Worth, TX
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