1. |
Like Chopped Liver
04:25
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i’ve never been real confident
i don’t think i ever will
yet i write in the first person
on occasion to instill
that crispness of the tangerine
from the top of the bag
a moment of your instict
that i claim to’ve once had
and whether or not i instill this feeling
is unrelated to the matter at hand
because when i say i love you
i want it to stick, and not just land
habitually i gag myself
when brushing my pearly clams
i require definition
of the limits that i can handle, and those i can’t
yeah i know times when i dream about killing you
and using my left hand
it's those dreams from which i wake up in a sweat
and i’ve forgotten how to stand
we’ll say creatures of being
we’ll justify it all
when leaves begin to rustle
it still won’t feel like fall
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2. |
Death (Far from Cane's)
03:48
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i just want to see your face
in the most comfortable way
i loved you then, but not today
though i understand
if it feels better
going away
i just want to give you a wave
down at the dive bar, pretty far from the cane’s
i’m sad to see you go, but i’m glad that you came
and i understand
if it feels better
going away
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how will i know
that you love me?
when will i be
late to decry
that fierce november dream
it is all that i have seen
i don’t anticipate it
sticking around till springtime
how will i think about
your being
when will i forget
to lie
it’s bad when i can leave
and not reveal my need
for your simple message
waving me goodbye
push it off
the shelf
push it off
the shelf
push it off
the shelf
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4. |
Sunken Eyes
03:02
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i have begged
i have pleaded
for the love
i didn’t plan on receiving
sunken eyes
drooping smile
arms are tired
out a while
i have asked
i have needed
death attention
in life, immediate
sunken eyes
brain on fire
i’m still alive;
i’ve been out a while.
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5. |
What I'd Give
03:42
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what i’d give
to be in love with you
standing outside
below 32
the passing breeze chokes me
it is holding me closely
i know to be afraid
i know it’ll all melt away
what i’d give
to matter most to you
the thought will then crack
carved in my back
these feelings won’t hold me
but at times they stand closely
i know to be afraid
i know it’ll all melt away
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6. |
Brutalist Architecture
02:21
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seemingly things have changed
and when i learn this, i’ll be old and fading to grey
i lost the key, i didn’t throw it away
you were evicted without a place to stay
near the market, by the westernmost bay
let’s say
austin texas in may
austin texas in may
austin texas in may
in some regards things are the same
i doubt i’ll learn this, but if so i’ll be okay
your dog would vomit during bouts of rain
with powerlines down; transformers aflame
laughing mindlessly, insane
let’s say
austin texas in may
austin texas in may
austin texas in may
few might argue that things changed
but some pieces were left in place
i remember but you might not be this way
to forget is one thing; erasing is not the same
i can tell under your breath, so faint
let’s say
austin texas in may
austin texas in may
austin texas in may
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7. |
At You, I Bend
05:16
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i don’t know if i’ll see you again, my friend.
i sold my piece in a small town for little, my friend.
it’s at you, i bend.
i can play pretend.
it’s at you, i bend.
movement, limb to limb.
it’s at you, i bend.
seeing us begin.
it’s at you i bend.
as the summer ends.
and the summer ends.
and every time, once more
and once more, with feeling
and every time, the score
shows the home team getting a beating
and every time, there’s more
and every time, i’m needing
and every time, you attempt to touch the ceiling
and you fall back down.
right to the ground.
right through the ground.
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8. |
Weekly Newsletter
03:29
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when you look upwards,
do you hope to see yourself there?
a few feet above you
trembling, mid-air
with thoughts of falling
but thank god, you’re looking up
it is when you’re the closest to dying
that you know you’ve had enough
in times of darkness
will i expect myself to stare?
at a being so defined
that there’s nothing standing there
it was this hour, on this day
that i looked back at the light
it is when you’re the closest to dying
that the color fades to white
at moments when
i feel my bones cracking
and i feel the blood in my body thinning down
at moments when
i feel my bones cracking
and i see your lips curve into a frown
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9. |
Honeysuckle
03:08
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i'm always
looking for you
i'm always
looking for you
i'm always
looking for you
i'm always
looking for you
i'm always
one half of two
i'm always
one half of two
i'm always
one half of two
i'm always
one half of two
i'm always
looking for you
i'm always
looking for you
i'm always
one half of two
i'm always
one half of two
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10. |
American Meat Eater
03:19
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cheater
pumpkin-eater
dead and bloated
you are your own defeater
in the beginning
you were a quitter
your skin grew colder
american meat eater
cheater
pumpkin-eater
gold and coated
you are your own defeater
i saw you easter
right by the preacher
your skin grew colder
american meater
you are your own defeater
you are your own defeater
you are your own cheater
pumpkin-eater
you are your own defeater
you are your own defeater
american meat eater
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11. |
Exercise in Confidence
04:31
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one day the stable base will crack
and all of it will
come down on you
one day we'll all fall in the trap
it’ll all be lost
no one will turn back
one day the love you had will go
and into the vacant slot
something will grow
one day ken's donut shop will close
the ice gets slippery,
freezes the garden hose
i still know you by name
and i'll never forget that day
i know that it comes with a taste
but i've known many things that i've erased
i've known many things that i've erased
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