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Those Kind of Guys
03:47
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Look at you, are you serious?
Standing in the back in the dark with your fists shut tight
Your hair growing out from bleaching it
Pretending to talk, pretending to laugh, looking for a fight
So take your swig of beer, let it light your eyes
Cause it was never fear, it was never a compromise
Maybe I just don’t like those kind of guys
Look at you standing there
Surrounded by brown muddy frostbitten leaves
Elbows shaking in the air
Your heart in your throat, your head in your hands
And dirt on your knees
So take your swig of beer, let it light your eyes
It was never fear, it was never a compromise
Maybe I just don’t like those kind of guys
Maybe I don’t know what you want from me
All this fighting, all this glaring
Maybe it’s just the way you shout at me
That keeps me staring
So take your swig of beer, let it light your eyes
Cause it was never fear, it was never a compromise
Maybe I just don’t like those kind of guys
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Heart
04:14
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Hallelujah, the spring is bringing bombs of purple on the street
I walk the dog and I crush them with my feet
Oh, the morning
The sun too bright and the moon not bright enough
I got nothing new to say except I think I’ve had enough
I don’t believe you when you tell me I’m a good girl
There must be a heart that keeps me here
Away from the panic and the fear
There must be a heart that keeps me here
Did I break you?
I really did not think it could be done
And suddenly the cards had all been played and I had won
So where is the good feeling?
Where is the lighting up?
Where are the thousand voices screaming, telling me this is enough?
I don’t believe you when you tell me I’m a good girl
There must be a heart that keeps me here
Away from the panic and the fear
There must be a heart that keeps me here
Oh, everyday and ordinary, does it make me happy?
Does it curl beneath the surface of my skin
Will I let it in?
There must be a heart that keeps me here
Away from the panic and the fear
There must be a heart that keeps me here
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Clean It Up
03:22
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I’m sick of my mother
I’m sick of my father
I’m sick of everyone around me not stepping up
And I’m sick of this fast pace
I’m sick of these clean breaks
Cause then there’s no one around to help me clean it up
Clean it up
Who’s gonna help me clean it up?
He thought when he grew up
That life would be special
That what he wanted would come easy and clean
But he’s using that paycheck
To cover his car wreck
And it turns out that life’s the same old mess it’s always been
He’s gotta clean it up
Who’s gonna help me clean it up?
Oh, give it up or lose it completely
It’s never what you think that it should be
Give it up or lose it completely
So you’re sick of your heartache
And you’re sick of your dead weight
You say it’s all the same in the end
But no one likes high ground
So you gotta climb down
If you’re ever gonna make yourself some friends
Clean it up
Who’s gonna help me clean it up?
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Swallowed Snakes
04:44
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Sometimes I wish you would just appear before me on the street, like a ghost in the dust, coming up out the sidewalk, waiting for me. My stomach’s tied in knots, I swallowed snakes before I came here today. And I just want to know the stakes of loving this way. If the sun shines through the window, I’ll let you go. If you really want to go, I’ll let you go. But you should know, I believe in a love that faltered years ago. I carry it up my sleeve, waiting for the time to watch it blow away. You should know that the window’s always clear here in Los Angeles, and still I don’t see all the places you go. When you’re near me, I can only guess. If the sun shines through the window, I’ll let you go. If you really want to go, I’ll let you go. If you really want to go, I’ll let you go. If you really want to go…
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