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Everything Is Dead
02:51
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It all looks so familiar and so devoid of life outside
So I'm betting I'll stay inside
Today, tomorrow, maybe for the rest of my life
Yeah, these walls have crumbled,
But looking past the architecture of our crumpled, bleary eyes
Change doesn't look too good tonight
So I'll waste all my time
I'm waiting for the moment that I become inspired
But staring at these dirty soup cans,
I know already that I'll never feel more alive
Because everything is dead, alright
My beard is getting scraggly, I think that I should shave
But if I reinvent myself now, will I still be able to honor all these graves?
The stars that shine above me one by one are going out
With no one here to shove me,
Will I spend all my time left alone to wonder what my life is about?
Everything is dead.
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TV Dinner
03:39
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I am drinking like four pounds of tea today
I am being alive in the grandest way
And I hope this caffeine feeling's gonna stay, because
I am waiting tonight for it all to crash
I am turning myself into something brash
I am burning the midnight oil all at once
But before I leave, I'm leaving it all to you
And I hope against hope that you get what I was trying to do
Yeah, tomorrow's a brand new day,
But I'm living life tonight because I'm better this way
I might die before I'm old, but at least I won't be cold
Yeah, the feeling never stays anyway
I am killing my heels on this victory march
Diet's out the window, but I'm enjoying starch
I'm staying alive with all the fuel I get from never slowing down
Because this TV dinner's gotta last me until next month
Alone and bored, but I'm high spirited for once
All the advertisements in the world ain't gonna stop me from getting to say what I have to say
I'm broke and all my friends are out
Trying to live the life that I am singing about
This time though, it's okay
I'll just hang out on the couch and watch these blues away
I'm broke and all my friends are out
Squandering things that they ought to be worried about
This time, though, I'm gonna stay
If home is where the heart is, I'm picking up the keys today
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Badass History Woman
03:23
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She came into the world in 1879
And she wouldn't stop yelling until she died
Calling out the customs of the time
She'd read books to the factory boys working the line
Informing union employ, "Big boss wants to keep you behind"
It was risky business, but Luisa didn't mind
Luisa Capetillo, born in Arecibo, striking out against the government
Luisa Capetillo, angry and a hero, forcing unjust business to relent
In her spare time, she thought on patriarchal values and care
Didn't believe in marriage, but she mothered a pair
She asserted love should be free
Through rejecting systemic monogamy
Luisa fell ill and would die at 42
She would lead so many strikes before tuberculosis ran her through
Her insurrection was discontent circumstance
Getting arrested over a pair of pants
We can learn a lot from miss Luisa
Who grappled with oppressors til they fell
Wherever else our hearts and hands lie,
There's a mouth that needs to yell
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I Love You, Goodnight
06:45
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Hard to write these words down 'cause you're never too far apart from me
Sneaking out for a place to be alone
Hard to write this song down 'cause you're always finding new things to be
Still I know you'll always be a home
And not a day goes by where I don't find myself thinking, "Damn"
You can tell by the way you say my name you understand, and
That's why I love you, goodnight
I love you, goodnight
Sleep well, dream about me, you're my favorite
You can see, I love you, goodnight
That's why I love you, goodnight
I love you goodnight
If every day is a fantasy, I'll close my eyes
This dream is sweet, goodnight
Easy come, easy go, 'cause I know I'm not too far from happy
Leaning into the feeling as it grows
Easy in, easy out, just take it all in
Take a piece of me
You make it easy so I wanted to let you know
That not a day goes by where I don't find myself thinking, "Damn"
I can't tell you how much I want to hold your hand, and
Thankful, yeah, I'm grateful
Never painful, always taking time to comfort me
You're careful to be helpful, you are peaceful
You and I have so much chemistry
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