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A Wake Up Serenade
02:09
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This is a wake-up serenade.
This is a call to put pay to complacency.
These are the efforts we’ve made.
Maybe a song can diffuse all this apathy.
Just two minutes should be more than adequate,
I’ll take this melody and try to run with it.
Just two minutes should be more than adequate,
I’ll take this melody and try to run with it.
A monument to our invention,
This could wake me up-
This could wake me up!
An overture for your attention,
Now it’s time to get up-
Now it’s time to get up!
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2. |
Advocate
02:52
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Can you lose your grip
Without losing face?
Can your weak resolve
Serve to advocate anything?
I won’t ask you much
More than you can take.
When you’re spread so thin
Can you advocate anything?
Show your promise and then
Tear me apart.
If that’s good for you,
If that’s good for you.
Show your promise and then
Tear me apart.
If that’s good for you,
Then that’s good for me too.
We’ve been here before,
We’ve escaped much worse.
Can you take some more?
Can you tolerate anything?
I won’t ask you much.
Show your promise and then
Tear me apart.
If that’s good for you,
If that’s good for you.
Show your promise and then
Tear me apart.
If that’s good for you,
Then that’s good for me too.
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3. |
Egoeccentric
02:56
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It’s like we speak in different languages
But what we’re saying’s all the same.
Hold back tomorrow, we can’t end like this,
Don’t want to sleep alone again.
I don’t know who I am around you.
I’ll question what I think I know.
But I’d be lost had I not found you-
I give my all so you don’t go.
I may be egoeccentric but I am willing to change.
Hold back the tears; hold back the pain-
I would not wish that on you.
I may be egoeccentric but I am willing to change.
Hear me out.
Please see I’m trying to tell you- it’s you, it’s you.
I may be egoeccentric but I am willing to change.
Hold back the tears; hold back the pain-
I would not wish that on you.
I may be egoeccentric but I am willing to change.
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4. |
The Brink
03:18
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This somber scene is not a choice.
Please try to keep a steady voice.
I’ll wake you up and I’ll be honest in the winter,
but it’s harder to be empty in the sun.
Who knew the brink would bring you back?
Who knew- the more familiar track;
Who knew just saying things aloud
would be better?
It’s all chemical.
It’s all chemical.
And if it’s all chemicals
can we be blamed?
Can we be blamed?
This brief mistake can be forgot.
Don’t make it something that it’s not.
I’ll give you up and I’ll be happy for a moment,
but a moment’s pretty empty when it’s done.
Who knew the brink would bring you back?
Who knew, the more familiar track?
Who knew just saying things aloud
would be better?
It’s all chemical.
It’s all chemical.
And if it’s all chemicals
can we be blamed?
Can we be blamed?
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5. |
Wizard Of Ill
03:36
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What do you expect from one so weak?
False bravado? Patent smiles?
Tickets to where you want to go?
Abrupt emotion overflow?
I got glasses- emerald tint-
Air balloon is set to go.
Abrupt emotion, overflowing to me.
It’s easy to say no
When you’re making my blood flow.
It’s easy to agree when I can’t breathe.
It’s hard to hold a smile when you’re dying all the while-
It’s harder to have lived and caused you pain.
So I’ll believe in misread history,
Hide my head to shield the tears.
So I’ll believe this dispensed commentary-
Let them tear pieces from my heart.
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6. |
Windows
03:47
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I don’t find writing words as easy as I’d like it to be,
We all have different strengths and weaknesses.
But writing it down is to acting it out as a
Shot in the dark is to a walk in the park.
We, who admire men of conviction,
Find that trait lacking in ourselves.
Inaction is our addiction;
Responsibility lies somewhere else.
Please give me a window,
And I’ll break my back to prove myself.
No, I don’t know how to say ‘no’,
But I’m never gonna, never gonna, learn without a test.
I want this tattoo of Infinity.
It’s going to make me who I want to be.
But saying it’s right is like sleeping at night,
Cause I know that I can, but it’s just not who I am.
I know the path of our persuasions.
I’ve walked that bastard for myself.
Picked up a handful of abrasions,
But nothing has jeopardised my health.
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7. |
Great Escape
03:49
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It’s winter now but it
Still aint cold enough.
Wrap myself up in
something that’ll numb me.
I can’t feel the pain I got
Through this leaking head,
A hole I opened up
To see what the problem was.
This is a game.
We are the same.
I’ll only ask you
to see where I’m coming from.
It’s such a bore,
This old rapport.
Please don’t request
That I spell it out more.
Cause it’s all I can do
Without falling for you.
And I won’t partake in
No more déjà vu.
You see, it’s true-
It’s me, not you.
These things we do
Were never meant to be explained.
I won’t pretend
It’s not the end.
I don’t condone
Such self-deception.
Got stones in my shoes
Just thinking bout you.
And I wont partake in
No more déjà vu.
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8. |
Simple Problems
04:54
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Sudden eruption of
Twisted emotion, I’m
Falling away from myself.
Start to lose count of the
Times that I’ve cried because
I can’t keep my eyes on the road.
We’re all out of simple problems now
It all gets harder from here,
It all gets hard from here.
And we’re all out of innocent ideals.
It’s all hard from here,
It’s all hard from here.
Slip and I slide across
The voices inside my head.
Feeling a little bit weak.
He’s slowing down so I
Go faster to catch my breath
But it’s always too hard to keep up.
We’re all out of simple problems now
It all gets harder from here,
It all gets hard from here.
And we’re all out of Innocent ideals.
It’s all hard from here,
It’s all hard from here.
Knocking the characters down,
Down on their cardboard backs.
Seem to be doing well.
Feeling the bite of the
Empty inside that has
Come to be part of my soul.
We’re all out of simple problems now
It all gets harder from here,
It all gets hard from here.
And we’re all out of Innocent ideals.
It’s all hard from here,
It’s all hard from here.
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9. |
The Tourists
04:55
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Let’s get a pencil, and a pad;
start taking notes
on every corner of the world
that we will probably never see.
We’ll list the food we’ll eat
And booze we’ll drink
But leave some room to speculate on other things,
Such as: who’ll be picking up the bill.
It could be May, or even June,
Before I have my shit together
Even half as much as what it’s going to take
To get us there.
And I completely understand
If my priorities don’t sit as well
As you would like them to sit
With your own priorities.
And I’m fine with that.
Though I will try adjust
as much as I can muster,
if this week won’t bring another
change your trust will fall asunder.
And I’m not fine with that.
Put your trust in that I aspire to give you more.
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