1. |
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I lived in a lunch box where I couldn't breathe
Now I live in a glass house where everyone can see...
...I'm really here but sometimes I'm still there
I'm still there, am I ever really here?
I went to the old school where I made some great new friends
Now I go to the new school making amends all over again
I'm really here but sometimes I'm still there
I'm still there, am I ever really here?
Waste all your time!
stop saying 'yes'!
lock the door!
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2. |
I Lived In A Lunch Box
01:33
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I lived in a lunch box where I couldn't breathe
Now I live in a glass house where everyone can see...
...I'm really here but sometimes I'm still there
I'm still there, am I ever really here?
I went to the old school where I made some great new friends
Now I go to the new school making amends all over again
I'm really here but sometimes I'm still there
I'm still there, am I ever really here?
Waste all your time!
stop saying 'yes'!
lock the door!
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3. |
Low-Calorie Love
03:33
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What's mine?
What's hers?
What's everyone's is shit!
Play it safe, play the hits
We take our troubles to the streets
My cool hair's a disease
Warm, sticky palms
I'm melting in her arms
I want her but I can't
move day to day, and I wait, hope to save
A love so light...
Get her mislead
she takes me down tonight
Glad to go, I don't fight
My eyes, a raging sea, she just dives in
"Hey! When did you learn to swim?"
She's never there
Am I supposed to care?
Of course I didn't dare
to move day to day, and I wait, hope to save
A love so light...
She mends her broken heart by kissing guys away
The feeling's there at night but always gone by day
She says she knows her needs, she walks on what she lands
Her lip( )stick's on my face, I smear it with my hand
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4. |
Teenage Dream
03:00
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Slowly pushing through the crowd
Dragging, every step is doubt
The best has yet to come
I feel like I'm the only one
As the rain slowly melts the snow
Everythign drips, dances and flows
When you're worn by life and 53
is it fun to live a teenage dream?
The pond I'm getting in
will overflow and go away
I'm scared but trust in this
what's in your heart you'll always miss
Hold tight to the thought of letting somebody go
You know, for someone to come they have to leave home
As the rain slowly melts the snow
Everythign drips, dances and flows
When you're worn by life and 53
is it fun to live a teenage dream?
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5. |
Blown Bangs
03:28
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Up on the main city road
a cold wind blows all year 'round
It knows no bounds,
the open space around that place keeps the pace
My hair gets in my eyes
When the wind is in my back
Sometimes when you get pushed
you get pushed off the tracks
When I feel stuck,
I often use my walking blues to make me move
The blindfold lifts from my face
No wind to take me off those tracks
My eyesight's well and clear
When the wind is in my soul
Sometimes what slows you down
let's you keep control
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6. |
Flower Power (For Anne)
04:39
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Oh, sister, how can you stand
anywhere in this land
in any kind of sand
and still grow?
Oh, sister, how do you shed
old sounds when met
by a voice you get
and call it home?
:|| I don't want to be
a rolling stone
I want to be free
to see these seeds grow ||:
Oh, sister, isn't it hard
everytime you part
with dead ends and start
but still grow?
Oh, sister, every give's a take
We all make mistakes,
life's the choice you make
to call it home
:|| I don't want to be
a rolling stone
I want to be free
to see these seeds grow ||:
Landslides knock you off your feet,
the rage of the age sets a seed
Let it grow...
Dandelions burst through concrete;
a sea of yellow flowers in your street
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7. |
Wake Up To Myself
02:22
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Got some hand-written sheets of paper
hanging from magnets with numbers
to display on my refrigirator
urging me to wonder,
wonder what my words they mean,
what words they try to cover,
I write a page each time I dream of a former female lover
'Cause dreams of girls they mess me up
more than girls could ever
What's worse than to feel most in love in dreams you don't remember?
If I hang myself from magnets with numbers
I'm sure that I would feel regret
and if I stay and write my papers and wonder,
I'd feel that I would rather be dead
I never let enough of your light in
Regret's a shadow banished by love
I know now what my words were hiding: What wasn't haunts me more than what was
'Cause dreams of girls they mess me up
more than girls could ever
What's worse than to feel most in love in dreams you don't remember?
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8. |
Please Prove Me Wrong
04:10
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This town is nothing but what I make it out to be
Eyes fixed on nothing as words I don't know how to read
My window seat's a safe, a cage, a room builg for one
To take whatever in takes more room than I've got
Sometimes nothing's better
I'm indifferent to whether it's me or not
But tell me if I'm wrong
You see, I can't control my tongue
Help me fight this song;
these words are never done
It's "better late than never" whenever a long winter ends;
same new beginnings with different old friends
but, really, what's so bad about that when those friends are good?
What really makes me talk is being misunderstood
Sometimes nothing's better
I'm indifferent to whether it's me or not
But tell me if I'm wrong
You see, I can't control my tongue
Help me fight this song;
these words are never done
Please! Prove me wrong!
I need to feel you want to help me fight this song;
these words are never done
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9. |
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I'm like most Cannibal Corpse cover art:
Always tearing my brains and my insides out
But all you see is the mess I always tend to leave
I'm a high school drama, here's my heart on my sleeve
Well, I talk to myself: "Man, I wish they went
and learned to talk about something compeltely different"
When you're far enough out of your head,
doesn't floating in space make you want to accept?
but I tried and I tried and I couldn't escape
this voice in my mind that was trying to explain
that the things you remember and the things you forget
are of little concern if you don't face your head
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10. |
Face Your Head
03:50
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I'm like most Cannibal Corpse cover art:
Always tearing my insides out and apart
(part) of me wants you to clean the bloody mess I leave
Pick me up, take my hand, here's my heart and my spleen
When I talk to myself I kinda feel like I wear
the eyes of bullies and others with a see-through stare
takes me so far away - how I'm out of my head!
But all this floating in space makes me want to accept
and I tried and I tried but I couldn't escape
this voice in my mind that was trying to explain
that the things you remember and the things you forget
are of little concern if you don't face your head
I unravel myself when there's a string to pluck
it's not because I'm trying to self-destruct
but what makes me tick doesn't have any grip
with my friends or my peers, just with me, is this it?
Whatever happened to the man you used to see?
and is he really a man that you would want to meet?
Maybe I held him down, maybe I gave him control
Return my heart, hand, and spleen, now I need to be whole!
'Cause I tried and I tried but I couldn't escape
this voice in my mind that was trying to explain
that the things you remember and the things you forget
are of little concern if you don't face your head
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11. |
Kindness Gets You Space
02:53
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Got a lot of shit on my mind (so I)
got a lot of reasons to hide (and my)
getting better is the reason why (you like)
getting worse with me every night
Let me be happy, why do we have it?
To make my bed takes too much strenght for me to make it every day
and every day I hesitate to let myself just let me slip away
Got a lot of love on my mind (that's right)
got a lot of reasons to fight (and my)
getting better is the reason why (you like)
getting worse with me every night
Let me be happy, why do we have it?
To make my bed takes too much strenght for me to make it every day
and every day I hesitate to let myself just let me slip away
So in case I should get stuck like this,
I'll try a different state of mind:
Gotta blindly take advice, I won't decline
and I'll find out if it's better to be kind than right
Gotta go and make the most of my time ('cause I)
got a lot to feel before I feel fine
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12. |
Age Well
02:46
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Go ahead and sip your wine
It doesn't matter if you can't tell whether it's sweet or sour
or new or old or if you like it or you don't
The world is cruel and that is why you and I need time
...even tho' it grinds us into dust.
Baby, baby, please don't mind the sunset that couldn't be a sunrise
We get to see the light on either side,
be alive and someday die
The road is long and that is why you and I need time
...even tho' it grinds us into dust.
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13. |
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We had a lot of things in common
like the fact that we were both approaching each other too fast,
so when we came together, we simply had to crash:
I was the first to cry but I won't be the last
You'll break the heart of every man you really need
and when you go back to the start, there I'll be.
There was this girl I knew but never got to ask if she would hang
and then my chance with her just passed
but did I not have her, I wouldn't even have
someone to blame for having learned to take a chance
I'll break the heart of every girl I really need
and when I go back to the start, there you'll be.
To tell you the truth, none of us knew what to do
What's it to me what's lost in a sea of memories?
Tracing the frame, how could I complain about love in vain
when it always saved my day?
Love is complicated
Sometimes it seems the stronger the hunger,
the more they let you feed off rotten crops
you stole from the younger with not enough to eat.
I never had your heart and I wonder
what we could achieve if only you had loved me
I'll break the heart of every girl I really need
and when I go back to the start, there you'll be.
To tell you the truth, none of us knew what to do
What's it to me what's lost in a sea of memories?
Tracing the frame, how could I complain about love in vain
when it always saved my day?
Love is complicated
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14. |
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Nothing is holy, nothing is holy
it is what it is.
It's all religion,
Muslims, Christians, cars, and rockstars singing
Don't stop believing but cut out your preaching.
It's all in your head anyway,
It's sold and you're willing to pay.
Little sheep don't stray!
Why do you need to stick to beliefs
to keep clean?
Is it inspired by your own desires and dreams?
Oh, please!
Price tags on week days, the greeting card was sent too late,
or did it arrive in mail? You'll know when you follow the trail.
Little sheep don't stray!
Make religion!
(Out of cars)
It's all fair game.
(Everything is religion)
Make religion!
(Out of cash)
It's all fair game.
(Nothing is holy)
Make religion!
(Out of me)
It's all fair game.
(Can't you see what you're doing?)
Make religion!
(Out of you)
It's all fair game.
(Can't you see that it's only you?)
Nothing is holy, nothing is holy
it is what it is.
It's all religion,
Muslims, Christians, cars, and rockstars singing
Don't stop believing but cut out your preaching.
It's all in your head anyway,
It's sold and you're willing to pay.
Little sheep don't stray!
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15. |
I Long To Long
03:08
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It's the happiest time of my life
Nothing bugs my eye and it's not
because I don't know what is wrong with me
I just feel like it's as good as it can be
I waited.
I'm done.
Though I long to long, I'm tired of the false fix
and tell me who I'm singing to...
For now my loneliness will have to do
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16. |
Paddle Boat Boogie
04:04
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Paddling forwards and backwards at the same time
Paddling forwards and backwards at the same time
Spinning round, in my boat, getting dizzy, going blind
I left my love at bottom of the ocean
forgot to feed it and flushed it down the drain
Too many tourists were causing a commotion
I fled the scene, I just had to get away
I am the monkey on my back
I am the monkey on my back
Don't let me go rowing in a storm in a tea cup
Flee each time you hear the Siren's song!
Nervous breakdown breaks the crown of love
in a world of sympathy for every Siren's song
(forwards and backwards and...)
I'm stomping spiders to feel like Daddy Longlegs
My shoes are red and mosquitos suck my blood
All of this hubris is useless on the wrong bets
I lose a bet and my own hands ruff me up
(Let me tell you that I am...)
I am the monkey on my back
(backwards and forwards and...)
I am the monkey on my back
Oh my God, you're so caught up on what people tell you
When in doubt, just think about tonight:
Lots and lots of scary drugs but love leaves abusers
Please, be sure to keep in mind, it's blind!
Paddling forwards and backwards at the same time
Paddling forwards and backwards at the same time
Spinning round, in my boat, getting dizzy, going blind
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17. |
Radio Living
04:37
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I'm tired.
It's night.
I'm staring up into an empty autumn sky to find the light from all the stars that shine but never reach my eye.
For years it's been like this and each fall I feel the mist of late November, cold on my face.
It tears apart my head with all the shit they said
but this year I'll dance to the racket it makes.
Radio living is giving me new ideas.
I sing with my six-string ringing in my ears.
So tune on in to everything (find the static, let it sing)
tune on in to everything (find the tune in everything)
You drive, I just ride...
I wanna kiss you but I really souldn't try,
so I crawl inside myself untill you say to keep my dream alive.
It's always been like this, I aim, shoot, miss,
and then I leave to make up a song of learning from mistakes and having shitty brakes
but this time I'll dance to the racket it makes
Radio living is giving me new ideas.
I sing with my six-string ringing in my ears.
So tune on in to everything (find the static, let it sing)
tune on in to everything (find the tune in everything)
[I write too many love songs, really, I even wrote this song on top of one...]
But I'm happy from going wrong.
I guess I'll try to make you sing along.
Radio living is giving me new ideas.
I sing with my six-string ringing in my ears.
So tune on in to everything (find the static, let it sing)
tune on in to everything (find the tune in everything)
Radio living is giving me new ideas.
I sing with my six-string ringing in my ears.
So tune on in to everything (find the static, let it sing)
tune on in to everything (find the tune in everything)
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18. |
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Serve me some wine,
lend me your time,
I've got a story on my mind
all it's about is making walls to live inside.
There was this guy,
he didn't like
wasting his talents and his time,
waiting for accidents to strip him of his life.
He lived on the ground
in a compound
made from what straw would lay around;
often too short to build a shelter nor a crown.
But he had a skill,
he knew how to build
sturdy brick houses on steep hills.
He was the best but had to chew a bitter pill.
No one would pay
a dime at his day
no matter how much stone he lay.
They filled up his boat with bricks but he was still O.K.
'Cause all of the weight
they put at his gate
wasn't an accident but fate,
now he could build with bricks instead of sticks and hay.
So, high off the ground,
away from the crowd,
he build a mighty, giant house
just for himself; his home-made walls made him so proud.
Some like to bake a cake just to eat it themselves.
Some like to make a sculpture just to put it on the shelf.
Some like to work out, not for beauty but for health.
Some would keep their integrity and give up wealth.
Serve me some wine,
lend me your time,
I've got a story on my mind
all it's about is making walls to live inside.
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19. |
Say When
02:34
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How far do you bend and are you ever really sure?
Where do you stand? What's the score?
Patience and impatience, can you tell me when it's time?
Woman, please make up your mind!
Oh, I know you've got a lot on your plate,
but, baby, all I'm asking you is to take it day by day.
How far do I bend and am I every really sure?
Where do I stand? What's the score?
You first. "No, you first." No, you. "No, you!" No, you!
None of us ever gets through.
Oh I know, I know we're both to blame.
I also know you know I know we both feel the same,
so let's take it day by day.
This mutual need is what is keeping you from me
but what are gonna do about it?
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20. |
Hvor Der Flyver Gnister
04:18
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Jeg ser mig selv som en af dem der sover bedst alene
Måske er det fordi jeg aldrig helt fik lært at dele min plads, skat
My space, baby
Nogen gange vil jeg bare høre vindens sang om fortids sødme
når den smyger sig om dine lår og river i mit hår
Når ilden pludselig blusser op,
og jeg har glemt hvordan man tænker
på andet end din nøgne krop,
så må du love at du henter mig
Når gaden den er tom og der er rødt, så venter jeg alligevel
Jeg venter på mig selv; et lille mellemrum i alt for tæt noteret tekst
A little space, baby
Nogen gange vil jeg bare høre vindens sang om fortids sødme
når den smyger sig om dine lår og river i mit hår
Når ilden lægger sig igen
og vi igen er blevet kolde
og jeg tænker at tage hjem,
så må du love mig at holde ved
Hvad har jeg vundet hvis du ser,
at mine øjne står i flammer?
Vi vil altid bare have mere
Vi brænder op før vi bliver varmere
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21. |
Cry [Space] Baby
03:24
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You can't put a price on good pussy and chicks dig love
You can't trust a word you hear when it's coming from a freakin' box
But I'm the carpet on the rug;
I cover up the bruises I'll never let you touch
So go ahead and wipe those shoes y'all
But look down! Did you get it all?
Cry -Space- Baby!
You can't sell your soul to God before the Devil shows up
You can't win back your bleeding heart untill you lose yourself to love
But I'm the carpet on the rug;
I cover up the bruises I'll never let you touch
So go ahead and wipe those shoes y'all
But look down! Did you get it all?
Cry -Space- Baby!
You can't make me follow you, I won't fit through your door
You can't take me home to spread out on your living room floor
'Cause I'm the carpet on the rug;
I cover up the bruises I'll never let you touch
So go ahead and wipe your shoes y'all
Look down! Did you get it all?
Cry -Space- Baby!
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22. |
Why?
01:26
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23. |
Don't Ask Me Why!
03:28
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All the girls I think I like
find happiness with other men
I wonder if I'd break taht smile
if it was me instead of them
If something's worth your while, it's worth the best you've got
If true love's really blind is true love worth a shot?
You like to tell me love is free
because you found it for yourself
But there's no point in telling me,
it isn't really gonna help
If something's worth your while, it's worth the best you've got
If true love's really blind is true love worth a shot?
It won't come running when you call,
It won't just fall into your lap,
It won't put signs out in the hall,
It won't show up on any map
We're programmed to keep looking,
to find purpose where there's none
The only real conclusion is
one day, we'll be gone
I think, in time, I too will mind
not having those kids
not having that wife
no king-size bed
no car to drive
no real estate
no sex life
But as for now, I'm feeling fine
just living life in my own time
and I want to keep that peace of mind
I'm alright, could you please not ask me why!
I'm alright, could you please not ask me why!
We're programmed to keep looking,
to find purpose where there's none
The only real conclusion is
one day, we'll be gone
I think, in time, I too will mind
not having those kids
not having that wife
no king-size bed
no car to drive
no real estate
no sex life
But as for now, I'm feeling fine
just living life in my own time
and I want to keep that peace of mind
I'm alright, could you please not ask me why!
I'm alright, could you please not ask me why! (one more time)
I'm alright, could you please not ask me why!
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24. |
Ritual Of Love
03:27
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Great!
Now they'll all say, "finally, he did something about it!"
No, I didn't
Didn't do a thing
Have I learned the skills yet?
Can I summon up a fire demon to fulfill the ritual
any time I might need it?
No...
'Cause the ritual of love,
though it takes a lot of blood and looks an awful lot like magic,
is a pill that you take any time someone slips it in your drink
in a dirty discoteque
Got his hands around your neck
Pray he's playing just for sex
or you might just end up dead
I supose, now, I don't care;
my need's been fed and I'm full,
I go to sleep with kisses on my lips
Am I really learning to incinerate my inner demons
and ignite my yearnings spending time with a woman like you?
'Cause the ritual of love,
though it takes a lot of blood and looks an awful lot like magic,
is a bug in your bed spinning webs from the heartbeat in your chest
across the reason of you head,
'round the softness of your breasts reaching out for my caress
when we finally connect
I love you
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25. |
Sweet Salty Lips
03:58
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Maybe I'm afraid of a constant change
Maybe I'm afraid of staying the same
Maybe I'm afraid, it's a fear I'm embrace
Maybe I'm afraid but I ride it as an arrow into the night
What I really mean
when I say I wanna stay
through the best and worst of times
is I don't love you like a mother loves her child,
don't wanna wipe the tears from your weeping eye,
not that I'm mean or mean to see you cry,
it's just that I see you in this very special light
To me your sadness is as beautiful as your anger, as your joy, as your hope
I'm taken by every facet of your heart which to me is probably never growing old
So let's grow old
Together
let's grow old together
let's grow old together
I was happy for as long as I
could tell myself I didn't mind
how no one got the love I had to give
If I'm the only one who knows
just where I stood the day I go
I never did, I never did exist!
That got me going,
I'll patronize the fact that you're loving me for the times
when I do what I do as I always did
I hope you know I love you so for it
Yeah, you got me thinking it's all alright
My whole life feels like an alibi not to do,
not to do, not to do as I did
I hope you know I love you so for it
You oughta know I love you so for it...
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