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Wales
04:17
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Threw my keys into the desert / Kicked a hole in the side of the car / Ate a half cup of sand and fell asleep / Woke up clutching an origami list of things I thought I’d never need / Slowly crumbled it up / Slowly crumbled / They’ll dig you up / They’ll set you free / What speaks to me: How its all connected / Give me the screen / Give me the glowing coals / I love these protest songs but who can afford to go see them be sung?
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Separate Songs
03:37
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Condemned to be forever unable to give this stupid thing the time that it deserves / I heard a proud few when the windows were gone / All singing the same time to separate songs / Bathed in blue fabric / Ablaze in the western sky / Nine arms-length airport arrival snapshots / You said you worry about me leaving /
I fear I’m already gone / Flat tire in the rain on a late last-call train / You said you’re sympathetic to some mumbled / movement / All singing the same time to separate songs / Imagine that focus in real life / Imagine going outside / Imagine not waiting for something to come along / Imagine that focus in real life / Imagine going outside to hear the sweet sound of separate songs / Your forehead up against the frozen subway glass / The neon “next stop” light blinks “maybe next year”
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Misprint
04:57
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Nostalgia by a fake name / The time it takes to put these things away / Tell me what’s been digging at you / This city’s so quiet some nights / Weaving between these sleeping signs / Front page snug in its corner home / Newsprint photo of a faded face I thought I’d known / This city’s so quiet some nights / There’s this low hum on our closed-circuit timeline / There’s this low hum of the things we left behind
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Tiny Prayers
04:30
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Fifth snow-covered Tuesday in so many weeks / Check the mail for the sixth or seventh time today / Fold this mighty newspaper over and over / Anxiety quelled by underline / Tiny prayers to the coffee cups scattered all across my house / My only measure of time / In whose world do these accolades matter? / I guess not mine / My slow world spins the same / Fully consumed with what my grandparents used to do / A contact high / Method acting / Scatted like ashes / Scattered like my old homes / Scattered like stars / After all that what did you expect to see / Yell until you’re blind and /or all out of money / Twenty-five Strummers and too many Ramones / Like there’s no place left to go / I don’t know what’s worse / No opinion or no thirst / Or how I can’t find a better use for my time
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All My Home
04:33
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Spent far too much time this year hunting down wires in the tourist bar / To ask you how your wedding went / To ask you if you’ve seen the time / Spent far too much time this year finding freinds’ recovery rooms / Scouring old photo books / All hurled stones / Doesn’t seem so old / Doesn’t seem so far away / Watched that truck spin around for what must have been hours / A thousand highway days wide awake and aware / These unfamiliar things we’ll call our own / I will make it all my home
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Most Likely A Spy
03:27
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The things we’d trade in some strangers’ basements / The things we’d trade with the boats on the foreign shores / But it bites back / It doesn’t care at all / If I looked up, this would be your ceiling / I wanted to go home / Now I just want to go back / Side stage / Off in the corner / We hit it off / And by “hit it off” I mean / I was staring at the floor / I was trembling like a child / You’ll break down today / You’ll break down tomorrow / Now its me and the cabbie idling downtown / Wind whips between the buildings as we whistle along / Electricity, leave me be
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No Castle
03:43
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Held together by leather and cracked paint / Monuments to all our mistakes / The likely plot jitters as its writing you out / And still you’re dancing upside down / We were outside / Maybe late July / Spilling rent on a place I couldn’t stay / We were outside / Maybe out of our minds / Learning new names for all / Don’t worry / Give it time / Wait around until we’re someone else / I have lived here long enough to watch specters and dust form / I have lived here long enough to feel the volume turning up
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The Future
04:23
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When I heard it climb out of your mouth / I knew it like my own name / Like my home address / Such sweet distraction / Silent, frozen glass river / Tiny helicopters flying low over my house / Cackling slow / I know its been wild for a while now / But the things they say on TV / That ain’t me / I always liked you because you talk about the future / So, what do you do with your free time? What ghosts go through you? And me? I sit inside / I sit inside and freak out about money and time / I always liked you because you talk about the future / I always liked you / Never had a future before / History cuts clean / So, where you headed? So, where you going?
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It's Not
06:47
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What was that song that was flying through the air / Something about miracles and long distance / To know the names of rooms you’ve never been in / Statistically fitter / Practical paranoia / These old grey ghosts won’t leave me alone / Won’t stop picking at me / Like they’ve got somewhere to be / Heard you’re the kind / High on The Great Divide / Heard you’re the kind they cheered on / These days I’m believing anything I’m hearing / These days I’m believing anything at all / You’ll always win because you’re loud / Formaldahyde holds the monsters on the top floor tank / The tired voice on the third floor lets out a long sigh / As the letter opener goes in / “You’re gonna miss me,” it says / In the black plaster nighttime / “You’re gonna miss me,” it says / As it blocks out the sun
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