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Yeah, it’s the last few days of September, but it’s a good beach day
And I set an alarm to wake me up at five, but woke up at eleven anyway
It’s the consequence of circumstance, I know, but just like any beginning
We’re cuttin’ our teeth here- it’s time to get the wheel spinning
‘Cause I am flawed! But I gotta start somewhere
I’m hoping to god I can get myself out there every day
But I gotta start somewhere. I can get up and out if I try.
It’s hard! Yeah, my nose is running harder than I am
And I’m hot, and I’m sweaty, and it’s early, and I could go sleep
I must be out of my mind to think that I could ever be out here, kicking up dirt like everyone else
But sometimes you just have to say “What the hell?”
(Every time I get knocked down, I’m giving it another try)
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Haven’t killed, but I’ve sinned;
Haven’t lost, but I’ve pinned down the things I’ve never liked about myself.
Learned to pick up my chin;
Otherwise, I couldn’t live with the depressing thoughts and be considered sane.
I need to slow my roll.
I need to feel my soul.
I need to hear my voice.
I’m a shadow of my former self-
I used to be different, but the old me’s in the old days.
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Dumb Kid
02:41
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They used to tell me I could be whatever I wanted when I grew up.
That was before the bills hit
They used to tell me I could go to Mars and Africa (every great escape!)
That was before my job
But I never wanted to do most of that- I used to say I’d never let my dreams fall flat
I got over it
(They say you’ll never let go of it.)
Yeah. I grew up to be a dumb kid again, let me stomp my feet, and I’ll clap my hands!
I’ll do what I want to do regardless of the hell it puts me through
They once would say that I was wrong to jump without looking down, so I turned around and told ‘em what I thought of that
One time they said I was turning down a path of no return- I walked a little faster.
I always wanted to fall between
People never seemed to leave me be
I’m fed up with it
Oh, no, they never let up with it!
I grew up to be a dumb kid again
Stomp your feet and then clap your hands
Don’t do what they tell you to do
Regardless of the things they say to you
Someday, I’ll tell my daughter (or son, or whoever) to be an archeologist (or a lawyer that only takes out of pocket clients), and then they’ll deny it, I’ll get frustrated.
But then, I’ll remember I said:
“You grow up to be a dumb kid again.
Stomp your feet so they clap their hands!
Do what you wanted to do in spite of the people that badger you.”
Cause we all grow up to be dumb kids again, talking shit on the playground about our friends, but we don’t do what we wanna do-
Cause of the money or the house, or the fear, or the doubt, or the sex, or the next thing we’re anxious about!
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Great White North
06:46
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Some poor white poet called this mountain chain a wonderland once
But I'm starting to wonder if he was drunk
So I've got my 40 and I'm drinking up
I've been driving myself insane and I think my gas tank
Has a meter that's coming up blank
I hope your tow truck will show up
I think I passed the sign
That told me where to turn and how to get to somewhere relevant
This week has been the tundra
Cause I'm traversing the great white north
To figure out how to warm you up
You warm me up and I'm freezing
I put my sleepless nights aside
Let me know if you want to try
I'll brave this snow
I'll brace for this low
I'm fed up with the cost of heat
I live on the edge of this upholstered seat
Figure out where on this line you want to meet me
Before I freeze completely
Your fire around me
Don't you doubt me
I know
I think I missed a sign
You think I'll be just fine
I don't know how to toe this line
When will these flows of ice align?
Some disillusioned poet called this mountain chain a no man's land once
And I'm starting to think that he was right
So I've got my 40 and I'm hanging tight
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Crowdsores
03:17
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Only Gray
05:52
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I see the truth inside you.
When we were young we always told ourselves that morality was easy to understand
And when we grew up we could grab the reins and take the lead- the future was in our hands
But on the brink of a new beginning we've found we've lost our way
Our days are numbered and the planet's spinning
This world has led us astray
I see the gravity of past that you can't wash away
No black and white, only gray
I feel the indecision keeping you with me today
No black and white, only gray
I stayed alive and I told myself that what I did was for the greater good
And as I moved along my path I did the harder things that no one else could
Take a moment and ask yourself whether the choices you make are sound
With every fork in the road you find yourself entangled in what you've found
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I’m destroying myself because of you-
Your conniving stares rip me apart!
I’m trying hard to find the truth, but the truth is trying me hard
And all the lines that keep us together are just crossed lines- yeah, we’re all cross
If good fences make good neighbors, what fences have we lost?
Can you reach out to me from the other side, where the grass is green, and I can find a place to hide? Our time is ticking by.
Press record and play, and watch all my clever lines wash away
Erase the stains; these jokes have all aged.
I throw myself at this wall- to make sure I’ve catharsed at all-
Far better to have loved and lost than to watch a hero fall
I’ll do what I always do:
Crack my art and throw it through the grinder, put it in a pipe, and pass to
Nothing ever feels new
Coal into diamonds- does the pressure get to you?
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Land of Forgotten
03:35
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In the Land of Forgotten, strong hopes inhabit the weak
In the Land of Forgotten, things come alive with their dreams
I still haven’t forgotten the words that you said to me,
But I think that I’ve gotten the meaning more clear with every new thing that I see.
And I know these days, five words won’t make you believe, but with all we’ve forgotten, still we remember, “It’s you and it’s me.”
And I know these days, five words can’t make you agree
But with all we’ve forgotten, still we remember, “it’s you and it’s me.”
In the land I’ve forgotten, poetry bursts at the seams
In the land I’ve forgotten, things still remain to be seen
I still haven’t forgotten all of the lies that I used to believe,
But I think that I’ve found their meaning more clear with the world left to me.
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Put it down, hang up the phone
It's getting late and this is out of hand
Shrug it off, sleep alone
The heartbreak is more than you can stand
I tell myself to give up,
But the potential's way too much.
All the rambling in the world can't keep you from staying true
My heart goes,
“La da da da da”
And I dance to the rhythm
When I can't sleep
With all the love you've given
Like you're here with me
How could I have ever guessed that you would love me like you do?
A mirror face of the way I give myself over to you
Drag me out of the dark
Your smile wins over my heart
I don't need you because you make me not need to need you
I don't need you
To belong to
But I want you
To hold on to
I don't need you
To be near me
But I find you
So endearing
How you're always
Right behind me
If I falter
You will find me
You belong here
Your voice I hear
Make my heart go
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Prince
04:00
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I can't let you go
Into the bold unknown
Without me beside you
Subjective are your subjects
But I know what you are
You're royalty to me
Your conquest extends so far
My words get caught up in your decor
You have the key to my heart's door
When I hear your voice it can soothe me to sleep
So, Prince, I beg you to lure me to your keep
Ahead of us a new dawn
I know you can rely on
Me, you'll see
Every second we're together is forever but I'm waiting
Patiently
For us to start on a new journey
I know the way you get when you are happy
Your collection of treasures lights up your face so brilliantly
And each new specimen is another chance to see that beauty
Won't you show me?
All the world's our stage, we're acting
I feel more awake exactly where I want to be- beside you
Guide me there, a piece of my truth
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Dirt
08:44
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If the road is paved with gold, why does it lead to such a worthless place?
What’s the use in moving mountains if after all you can’t save face?
They’ve been hollow as dead trees but we’ve all found our victories in the end
I’ve been counting all my losses but I’ve strived to make my amends
I might lose hope
I might fall down
I could bury my face in the ground
I breathe in this dirt
And hell does it hurt
But I see the value in making this work
I kept some things from you and I swear I meant the best
I didn’t know that my resolve would succumb to this test
This subtle torture keeps me guessing how I’ll face the day
If time heals all wounds, this sand can keep drifting away
Funny how the little things pile up until they weigh you down
Funny how you’re sure you’re doing right until you’re laid out on the ground
Isn’t that just the way it is? We’re all born to think we’re gonna change our fate
And we carry on and muddy up our souls until we embody things that we hate
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