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FTK
03:44
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My friend, you gotta let us in
My friend, take your medicine
You got us all worrying
Everybody’s asking where you’ve been
We've all got a lot to learn
There are ways to make it through the hurt
If you ever need a listener
I got one good ear and time to burn
You gotta get back out there
Stop fucking around, dude
Dry your head
We’re trying to help you
Get back out
Stop fucking around
A good love is tough as fuck to kill
If you have the will
Please accept the love that surrounds you
06/25/2020
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Acromegaly
03:08
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There is an enemy in my body
I am under siege
What’s with my hands, what’s with my feet
Why am I growing
Why won’t you look at me
Like you did on the day we met
Why won’t you talk to me
Why aren’t you listening
There is an enemy on the artery
Leading to my brain
Imbalanced chemicals, not the man you’ve known
It’s out of my control
I became your abscess
Your neoplastis
I know you know what happened
But you still cut me from your head
There is an enemy (there is an enemy)
I’m not imagining
There is an enemy (there is an enemy)
Behind my face
There’s something primal
It’s out to get us all
And it will one day
So why won’t you look at me
When I just want to be your friend
Please come sit and talk with me
I know you’re listening
6/23/2020
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Crimson
02:33
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Crimson
You were smoking with your windows open
Not that it really made a difference then
Whether or not anybody minded
You’d achieved some elevated consciousness
Thin dress in a crimson wagon
Couldn’t keep my eyes from the curls tumbling
Couldn’t slow you down if I wanted
That summer, our summer, was a whirlwind
That summer, our summer, was a whirlwind
Couldn't slow you down if I wanted
Sick of living in our brothers' shadows
But tired of trying like we did to cast our own
You liked a line about a Latin mission
And I liked every single word you said
Stuck in the city where we graduated
Envious of friends who escaped it
I had a primal urge to follow them
As our futures were aligning
That summer, our summer, was a whirlwind
Couldn’t slow me down if you wanted
These days you’ve got a couple new names
Tried to change mine, but it never did take
Couldn’t make it work in the Northwest
Miss the evergreens, the mist and rain
Saw you again in an interim
I pulled away when you touched my hand
Sometimes I can’t help but think of it
What might have happened to us if I hadn’t
That summer, our summer, was a whirlwind
Couldn’t slow it down if we wanted
That summer, our summer, was a whirlwind
We painted this city crimson
7/22-24/2020
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Sunup (acoustic)
04:01
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Tim sold the house on Elm
Made a mint and bailed
Rotted to the studs, now leveled to the ground
There's a frat there on the land
Where the Nightmare used to stand
Meant nothing way back then, means less than nothing now
Maybe that’s a lie
Or maybe just a line
From a song we used to sing about that time back in that time
It never was the house
It never was the city
The shows, the bars, the bands, or the silly makeshift movies
It was the kisses on the lips
The fighting over driving
The laughing at the dumbest things and the sunup after parties
Played Funeral in my room
Walked the first time through
Somehow that felt right, I could never explain why
The Reminder scored the highs
The sweaty, sleepless nights
The power on and off again, the 7UP and gin
I don't ever miss those days
We were doing nothing anyway
It felt good and we loved it but there wasn't any substance
It never was the house
It never was the city
The shows, the bars, the band, or the silly makeshift movies
It was the kisses on the lips
The fighting over driving
The laughing at the dumbest things, and the thrilled to be surviving
Somehow we got decent
Built up from the wreckage
All doing something useful
On the right side of neutral
Everyone's gone but Jake and me
Even after I tried to leave
I feel closer now to everybody
And it's nothing with proximity
Everyone in Oregon
Cool and wet and cool again
My LA loves out in the sun
Warm enough for all of us
My favorite family in KC
Bring those babies down to see me
I want to see everyone all the time
And I can't
And it's fine
But it’s not sometimes
Five more years gone
Alone again at thirty-three
And it hurts some nights
But it’s nobody’s problem but mine
January 2020
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