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Into The Realms
02:07
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Open your mind
and step out of line
and just go,
You can’t be found
by somebody else
you know.
I amble with
ol’ Cambles myth
over and over again.
I’m the kind of guy to take the long way round.
I’m such a clown,
when I’m unwound
searching for the strength to wind up myself.
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2. |
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Welcome to the game
I’m glad you finally came
to try and find where you belong.
Try and fit inside the
drawers that we’ve provided,
the lowest ones around your size.
But I wish that I could clearly see
what keeps immortal men from me,
wish that I could clearly see.
I’ve been chasing giants,
though I never catch them,
I just want to feel alive.
The answer could be tragic,
that it ain't work or magic
it’s a matter of your blood.
My limitation is my goal,
ensnared within a set up soul.
I can’t run away from my bones.
So If I’ll borrow your attention
for two to three minutes
I promise that I’ll be quite brief,
but if you could turn me into anything else, I’d be grateful.
Lately, I’ve been fighting
misery “enlightening
me that I’m a train on tracks,
That’s doomed to ride a road that
reaps the fears my father’s sowed
until the thin wood cracks.
But I can’t accept that I’m assigned
To walk within a narrow line.
I just got to step outside.
So if I’ll borrow your attention
for two to three minutes
I promise that I’ll be quite brief.
But if you could turn me into anything else,
I’d be grateful.
Every soul begins the same
entitled to their place and name.
But in this cold and vicious game.
we could break the rules.
Making up excuses
In the end produces
Nothing more than one headstone.
Rip your doubts away
Before your mind decays
And all you have is your damn bones.
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3. |
1995
04:59
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The year was 1995 I’d only been alive for
two years mostly spent indoors
awaiting what’s in store for me.
I taunted death by holding in my breath
and blowing out at the last moment.
What a callus foment I could never win.
It’s such a shame I didn’t hold in longer.
____
I waited patiently for life to come and see
what plans I had impending
I was rashly spending
so much precious time.
It’s such a shame I quit before I started
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Move along move along move along
Move along move along move along
Move along move along move along
Move along.
My life is slipping through my fingers
as the reaper lingers.
Spawning inquisitions
“You held such ambitions,
where’d they go?” Oh no!
It’s such a shame I sank before I sailed.
Life was so short
Life was so short.
I wanted more.
I wanted more.
Move along move along move along,
Move along move along move along,
Move along move along move along. 2x
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4. |
Little Lives
04:07
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I look inside my little mind and I try to understand what makes it tick.
I look inside my little mind and I try to understand what makes it tick.
It’s all over when it’s over. Take a good step back.
Look outside your little life
and then try hard not to cry.
Go beyond this little box
and I dare you not to hide.
Convolute a simple truth,
Like “every one you know will one day die.”
Oh, boohoo.
Convolute a simple truth
Like “every one you know will one day die.”
Cry about it.
It’s all over when it’s over. Take a good step back.
Look outside your little lives,
and then try hard not to cry.
Go beyond this little box,
and I dare you not to hide.
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5. |
Angry Man
04:11
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Everyone seems to have a bitter plan
on how to lie to convince themselves they understand.
Now I know, I will never be the things they want,
So I’ll leave them alone.
“Walk it off young, angry man!
I’m sure you’ll feel fine,
You’ll leave them all behind in time.”
“The only thing you owe this place
is a tire skid mark when you drive off in the dark.”
Everyone has flown away and found a goal,
But I’m still here digging myself in a very expensive hole.
But I’ll dig so deep that I’ll resurface out the other side,
and my life will begin.
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“Walk it off young, angry man.
I’m sure you’ll feel fine,
you’ll leave them all behind in time!”
“The only thing you owe this place
is a tire skid mark when you drive off in the dark.” (2X)
“I’m sure you’ll feel fine, I’m sure you’ll feel fine, I’m sure you’ll feel fine.
I’m sure you’ll feel fine in time.”
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6. |
Cold Sea
02:58
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My skin isn’t strong enough to hold me.
It won’t keep me floating in this cold sea.
I rely on what
runs inside my blood to keep me surfaced.
Darkness feels right inside a dark place,
only before light fills up its vacant face.
Things you never knew
without warning grew into your will to swim on.
I was blinded by a light reflecting off the waves,
I couldn’t see that I was swimming towards my gravestone.
I was sinking to the musty floor below the sea,
and I could feel the weight of all the water crashing down on me.
As they air removed itself from my lips,
I became as stagnant as these sunken ships.
Death, it was so clear,
It filled my lungs with fear.
I weave my soul to the cold sea.
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7. |
Gets To You
06:05
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There’s a world that we can believe in,
cleanse your lens and maybe you’ll see it.
That’s about as much as I need to know.
There’s a world that’s shining and vivid,
and it can’t be found by being shy and timid.
Fear’s about as far as that’ll ever get you.
There’s a world that we can believe in,
cleanse your lens and maybe you’ll see it.
That’s about as much as I need to know.
There’s a world that’s shining and vivid,
and it can’t be found by being shy and timid.
That’s about as far as I’ll ever get.
“Honey, it ain’t over yet.”
Everybody used to be nowhere,
and someday we’re going to go back there;
break all bonds beyond the walls of time and space.
But in these bodies which we’re subjected to,
try and find a way to get ejected
out beyond the physical and into love.
“That’s what I’m dreaming of.”
Nothing gets to you,
and it pisses me off.
If I could be like you,
what a heavenly thought!
and nothing gets to you
and it really gets to me,
if you were anything like me
that’d be a cosmic tragedy.
O! What a tragedy!
There’s so many colors we’re missing,
While we’re looking back and reminiscing,
blind to all the novelty of being here now.
I can feel the glorious sunlight
pour through the dusty windows in my mind.
That’s about as real as it’ll ever get
Nothing gets to you
and it pissed me off,
if I could be like you,
what a lovely thought.
and nothing gets to you,
and it really gets to me,
if you were anything like me
that’d be a cosmic tragedy, oh!
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