1. |
Tell Me Why
03:41
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Don't wanna talk about it
'Cause I'd have to think about it
I'm sure he fits just right
Night after magic night
Much better than I ever could,
I suppose...
So tell me why
Am I wondering what she's doing tonight?
Tell me why
Am I drinking her off my mind?
Tell me why
Are her messages still in my phone?
Tell me why
Without her, no matter who I'm out with,
I still feel so alone?
I'd stop this backward motion
If I let go of the notion
That happiness I'll never find
Unless she's right here by my side
And somehow life's travails will fall behind,
I suppose...
So tell me why
Am I wondering what she's doing tonight?
Tell me why
Am I drinking her off my mind?
Tell me why
Are her pictures still in my phone?
Tell me why
Without her, no matter who I'm out with,
I still feel so alone?
I should be living like a king
So many fish in this vast sea
And not give up on life too soon
Measured out in coffee spoons
Embittered, facing self-inflicted doom
I suppose...
So tell me why
Am I wondering what she's doing tonight?
Tell me why
Am I drinking her off my mind?
Tell me why
Are her messages still in my phone?
Tell me why
Without her...
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2. |
Bizarre Love Gun
04:42
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When I say that I love you
It comes out, "Do you feel alright?"
When I say I adore you
It comes out, "Aren't you such a riot?"
And I wasted so much light
It could light up the night of the city
When I want to spend time with you
It comes out, "Wont you tag along?"
When I say how much you mean to me
You know, it always comes out wrong
And I wasted so much light
It could light up the night of the city
A thousand yard stare
Just like I don't care
Just like it means nothing
I knew along
That soon you'd be gone
My pride would destroy me
Do you feel alright?
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3. |
Cloaking Device
03:18
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A cloaking device
Ever concealing
A cloaking device
To hide what I'm feeling
'Cause I'm sick and tired of this silly disguise
Concealing the truth 'til it feels like such lies
I'm tired, I'm weary
It just has to stop
A cloaking device
For easier living
A cloaking device
For keeping it hidden
'Cause I'm sick and tired of dropping hints
That are so oblique that they're always missed
I'm tired, I'm weary
It just has to stop
A cloaking device
Eluding the searches
A cloaking device
To keep me from bursting
'Cause I'm ick and tired when my words come out wrong
And the phrases distort 'til the meaning is gone
I'm tired, I'm weary
It just has to stop
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4. |
(Baby I'm) Lost
02:16
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I get around
But I belong nowhere
I got nothing left
But to start the next adventure
And there is no escape
From this state of anomie
This groundlessness is draining
The life straight out of me
I got amazing friends
But I still feel so alone
The frost keeps burning
Nowhere feels like home
I ain't got no one to love
And nobody loves me
This emptiness is draining
The life straight out of me
No sure what I see
When I look in the mirror
I see a decent guy
Perhaps you see different
I ain't got no one to love
And nobody loves me
This emptiness is choking
The life straight out of me
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5. |
The Blue Line
02:23
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Tonight my parties
With friends are things of glory
The times we had
Would be the Romans' envy
And up through this moment
Been doing so much better than fine
But now I'm nothing but a passenger
Riding home on the Blue Line
I swear, I've seen your pretty face
On this train a thousand times
Though I've given up on asking,
Oh, how I wish you were by my side
Though I know you'd much rather be happy
Living and loving your own life
And I'm nothing but a passenger
Riding home on the Blue Line
And you'll be the brightest shining star
When you're walking into anyone's life
And I'm nothing but a passenger
Riding home on the Blue Line
You are such a private person
It's not for me to know
Thought I could make your life much better
It hurts to realize it isn't so
And you'll be the best thing that ever happened
In some lucky man's life
And I'm nothing but a passenger
Riding home on the Blue Line
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6. |
So Fashy
00:35
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From the depths
Of Mom's basement
You lash out,
"Exterminate!"
With a fashy haircut
And a dapper suit
But when the ladies say no
You scream, "White genocide!"
From the depths
Of Mom's basement
A line open
To the White House
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7. |
Reverie
03:39
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I saw you daydreaming
And just who were you daydreaming about?
And does he have any idea
Just how lucky, oh, how lucky he is?
And it kills me
That it's not me
How I wish it were me
Caught in your reverie
I would've gone out tonight
But I'll just stay in, whatever that is worth to you
Maybe Stroszek's on TV
Got my Iggy and Joy Division records out
Though you'll see me shine
Like it don't bother me
Though I wish it were me
Caught in your reverie
You re-read his messages
The way I do the ones you've sent to me
And does he understand
All the beauty in his life that could be
And it kills me
That it's not me
How I wish it were me
Caught in your reverie
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8. |
Virginia
01:01
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[instrumental]
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9. |
Julia
03:13
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Julia
Bright lights, they ne'er shine the same
Julia
The city still screams your name
Sitting in an airport
With a ticket to I don't care
At the end of hope and the end of my rope
Wishing you were here
Julia
Bright lights, they ne'er shine the same
Julia
The city still screams your name
Some travel home to their loved ones
Some travel to forget
And some blank-eyed suits making someone else rich
Some wonder, "What's the point?"
And I'm thinking about the knife he stabbed through your heart
And the reasons I'm not good enough
Just to whisk you away, give your life happiness
Now I'm tracing the places I've failed
Getting off this plane
In a new time zone sunrise
I stretch out and alight to a future so bright
It burns the sight from my eyes
And the one who say that life means nothing at all
Push the boulder up the mountainside
And I feel like my existence is one act of resistance
It's rebellion just to be alive
Julia
Bright lights, they ne'er shine the same
Julia
The city still screams your name
Julia
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10. |
Free Shot
01:55
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You press your Nazi jackboot
On the necks of innocents
Now comes the whiny winter
Of your privileged discontent
You can't face competition
Or your own mediocrity
So you subjugate minorities
Tonight I'm taking my free shot
Tonight is your kick in the eye
Tonight I'm taking my free shot
Now you'll answer to all whom you despise
I tried to understand you
But all I found was hate
You made the bed you lie in
You sealed your wretched fate
You're scared that you'll become
The new minority
And you'll be treated
Like you've treated others through history
Tonight I'm taking my free shot
Tonight is your kick in the eye
Tonight I'm taking my free shot
Now you'll answer to all whom you despise
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11. |
Distance 1
00:34
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A distant place and time
The echoes in my mind
The softness of your voice
The beauty of your eyes
A distant time and place
The beauty of your face
Though distant as you are
We've never been apart
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12. |
Cherchez la Femme
02:33
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Is he alright, he's seeming so uptight
Kept telling jokes, but the jokes kept getting darker
It's so depressing to see him so distressing
Is he alright, he's seeming so uptight
Cherchez la femme
It's such a shame how he's shifting all the blame
Yet to discover that women owe him nothing
He's taking action from privileged reaction
He's not alright, and he's acting so uptight
Cherchez la femme
Is he alright, he's seeming so uptight
Kept telling jokes, but the jokes kept getting darker
It's so depressing to see him so distressing
He's not alright, and he's acting so uptight
Cherchez la femme
Right round the bend
Cherchez la femme
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13. |
Class
00:27
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14. |
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The Smiths record I wrote at my desk
On company time, done on the sly
Don't ask me why, or I'll spit in your eye
Every time
The Smiths record I wrote at my desk
With brilliant guitar just like Johnny Marr
To buoy the words just like Morrissey
So fraught with ennui
The Smiths record I wrote at my desk
But she doesn't care, so I will just play
Whatever I feel, whatever it's worth
It's all that I have
The Smiths record I wrote at my desk
With brilliant guitar just like Johnny Marr
To buoy the words just like Morrissey
So fraught with ennui
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15. |
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Saturday, we were hanging out
Frozen with fear, but you were buying shots
You called me an asshole, 'cause I was so distant
Since then, you slowly fade away
But I'm still haunted by your memory
I'm sometimes hot but always broken
Each day, I replay the past
Living in the shadow that it cast
There once was time you seemed to like me
I guess it's only in my head
Now it's like a part of me is dead
I'm sometimes hot but always broken
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