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37 pictures tacked up on my wall/
Tell me the truth if there's truth to be told/
If I'm crazy for hoping, holding on to her/
If only just to remind me the way in which we were/
What does anything mean/
Does anything mean something/
Searching for answers/
Like needles in haystacks/
Like photos on sidewalks/
Vague and surreal/
Your image is fading/
My memory failing/
Reconstruct a history/
Some sort of key/
And if I could do it all again/
I would never let you go/
I'm bleeding black and blue ball point pen/
My last attempt to let you know/
It all looks true from up close/
But I'm still so far away (so far away)
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Roach Killer
03:17
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Time's not on our side/
But dear, you're on my mind/
My love for unbounded/
By this worlds confines/
That Which I perceive/
I scarcely can believe/
Did my heart skip 5 beats/
When I begged you not to leave/
Did my (I) heart (set) skip 5 (fire) beats/
When I begged you not to leave/
(To the garden)/
Dramatic as that sounds/
Keep my feet firmly on the ground/
My longing on loose leaf/
In adjectives, verbs and nouns/
And punctuation too/
But that you surely knew/
Every fucking comma/
Is all about you/
Every (I) fucking (set) Comma (fire)/
Is all about you/
(To the garden)/
Somewhere inside me something must be empty/
(I was the one who set fire to the garden)/
That void you've been filling, the one I can't fill myself/
(But alone how can I extinguish the flames)/
It's not that I'm lonely, no really quite the contrary/
Me and myself are one person too many
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Eyluh
04:14
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I remember the places, the space you occupied
I was once so comfortable, but now I'm terrified
Of the carpet, the kitchen, anywhere memories could hide
And of sleeping in our bed without you on my left side
A toast to the past, for now and ever dead
Lest we forget, let me forget
Raise a glass to the past, for now and ever dead
Lest we forget, let me forget
Can you believe it, that I still remember
The name of our daughter and when I knew it was love
I saw a photo on facebook, your hair's so much longer
You're kissing some girl now and I feel so alone
Raise a glass to the past, for now and ever dead
Lest we forget, let me forget
A toast to the past, for now and ever dead
Lest we forget, let me forget
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I'm a complex of desires
That can't be satisfied
Like my hand grazing your side
I want to know I'm on your mind
Why do we put ourselves through this
It always ends in shambles
Were we doomed from the first kiss
Was it worth it, was it worth it
I think you were convinced too
You said we'd make it through
And I always trusted you
Did you doubt me baby
Well I can't blame you
And I can't hate you
But 'always' was your word
'Always' was your word
I admit I used forever
Before the ties were severed
I wasn't being ironic
I meant it I meant it
We were never what I thought we were
What we were
What we were; past tense
No hope for amends
No hope for a return to the blissful days we spent
I admit that it's over
But it's not over in me
You say that I'm not a distant memory
I wasn't being ironic
I was being pathetic
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Life Without
07:20
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Crude Drawings of Dicks Halifax, Nova Scotia
Recorded by Mike Fong in the Fuhrerbunker, Halifax NS. RIP.
released 07
April 2012
Alex Boos - Guitars
Kiegan Irish - Guitars
Samuel Jackson - Bass
Mike Fong - Drums
Wesley Thompson - Vocal
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