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Brownies
01:43
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I could be a jerk,
but I'm a pretty nice guy.
Sometimes I dream about
beating out the shit around people in the streets.
And it's something that I'd really do,
but I'd rather stay with you.
I'm watching that building in front of me
and I see people,
then I wonder if their nightmares are caused by shitty jobs and greed.
I know it's late,
but I had to phone you.
I've been thinking about
the safest place to keep our anger lit.
By the way, I ate the brownies
that you cooked last night for me.
I'm watching that building in front of me
and I see people,
then I wonder if their nightmares are caused by shitty jobs and greed.
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Too scared to try
but my head was full of reasons.
Our conversation was feeling sweet.
Too anxious to feel what was coming
I lend you a smoke or two as
the light fade into obscurity.
And it felt so nice to start dreaming after years of wondering
if it would ever come again.
And you woke up at daylight realizing that you should feel guilty
as it made you run away.
Looking straight into your eyes it makes me weaker,
weaker than I've ever been.
Thinking about making you mine while seating opposed corners while
you're buying tickets to leave as soon as it can be.
And it felt so nice to start dreaming after years of wondering
if it would ever come again.
And you woke up at daylight realizing that you should feel guilty
as it made you run away.
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I've been thinking that maybe it's time to split.
It's not that i don't love you anymore,
it's just that my life is now so tough
so could you please give me back my stuff?
My "Hate" comic books,
my "Milo goes to college",
my "Goodfellas" movie,
my beer cans collection,
but baby, don't you forget to give me back my heart.
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4. |
To cry out loud
02:49
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Welcome to the same routine,
sit and read this magazine.
Welcome to this place of dirt,
sometimes it just gets absurd.
Welcome to this lonely place,
make sure you dig enough to see your grave.
Say hello to your new friends,
this is where your family fades.
I was down when I first came in here
but I still hoped I could someday get back on my feet.
You should get a brand new name
but make sure it doesn’t relate
to the life you must forget.
Ask nobody if it suits you well.
Here your money’s worth much more,
so take your pride and save it for the poor.
Claim your right to raise a son,
he’ll be thankful when he sees where he is born.
You were down when you first came in here
but you still hoped you could someday get back on your feet.
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I know I broke your heart
but that gave you no goddamn right
to smash my jawbreaker records.
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Not far from the land
where I grew a man,
near midnight, drunk again.
I came across a li'l ole funny boy
who sang me this refrain.
Since then here I am,
malt liquor in hand,
near midnight, drunk again.
I'd rather be buried in a crossroad
than forgetting how to sing
this ballad straight from hell.
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You hid behind a fence the day we went to the graveyard.
You giggled seeing me confused, turning around,
then you showed and scared me to death before we embraced and kissed like it was our first time.
I brought my little radio, and I do remember
singing to those happy songs, thinking that
maybe someone would raise from his grave, grab a beer, and join our little party.
All along the lonely road we would stop and we made love.
Foggy morning on the grass, naked bodies, drunken minds.
Burgers never tasted so good later on that evening,
you were shining, you were free, I ate too much.
There was only you and me, and the waitress of that sixties style restaurant.
You didn't want me into your place, cause your father loathed me.
So we kissed goodbye and you went away,
smiling, carrying a couple records that I bought you in that store on clearance sale.
All along the lonely road we would stop and we made love.
Foggy morning on the grass, naked bodies, drunken minds.
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