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Past Perfect
03:36
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Past Perfect
We were
Or should I say we had been
You’re pointing out the wrong tense
Like it really makes a difference
You know good and well what
I meant
throwing out some arguments
A fault that you can charge me with
Just like the past was perfect
Think back
It’s the same trap
Listen out for something I can use
And some time to get my story straight
You’re a steel trap
And I’m shrink wrap
So sink your teeth inside of me
And I’ll feed you
You’ll be full enough for days,
but I’ll be wasted
I look
I’m always looking backwards
In search of some laid trackers
Tripping over roots and slackers
Finding you just can’t go
Back there
Find comfort in my fondness
Henpecked, yes, but pecked nonetheless
A dauntless, locked accomplice
It’s bogus
When we blow it
Just unpack to put it all way
Maybe next time we’ll get straight to the point
I’m a best guess
And you’re faultless
So lay it all right at your feet
There’s no fight left, both of us lay wasted.
I never thought I’d be the one to say
You were right
You were right from the start
I never made a promise I could keep
In my life
So don’t take this to heart
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2. |
Diorama
05:08
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With your head in a cloud,
you don't gotta be so concerned with the mud piled at your legs.
The ones you love are waiting for you
in a house in the woods at night, hanging lamp in a thin red cloth,
swinging over these drunken voices
pulling in our guts all tense with song
Tense with song and with games,
it ain't tense like it is out there in the wilderness, in the dark,
piano bench under pizza boxes, floorboards scattering Jenga blocks
you called it out three, four, five times,
each a little louder until you broke
into a hundred pieces over the piano.
We were quick to catch all of you.
Chest heaving and the record's skipping,
it's a moment to be still.
When it fades, I lay by you,
next to you on the floor I watch endless crawling of dust and fur,
reminds me how thin the walls are here, how things outside can hear me wonder
about how wild everything must be,
how mean, alive, and un-contained it seems.
Like clicks of beaded drapes or words that barely get out,
shuffling of clay
rising, breaking, falling, all to keep reforming,
just like you and all of us.
Without a clue, still we vault
ourselves up, up, and on because, hell, what else are we gonna do with this
flame if not light the jungle up around it, listen to voices rise?
Or we'll un-mute the TV, mouth along,
humiliate me with our past, oh please!
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3. |
Trails
04:16
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These trails keep growing over, I always find my old steps,
I never let them get too deep.
I keep having thoughts I can't do anything with,
impressions on the page beneath,
but when my eyes look outward, two glasses undercover,
oh what relief to see, to breathe!
You've got a soft addiction, I take them any way they come.
I don't think anybody keeps in perfect tune.
When the tension passes, when I've collected myself
from pieces scattered on the web,
I hope I'm all intact, I can never be sure.
I only know when it's too late,
when friends become my judges, their eyes like burning comets,
my world depending on a blink.
These little moments I scale up, and up and up,
there are the moments I give teeth.
It's hard to catch up with them when I just disappear from time,
unstuck and out of patience, just give me yours.
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4. |
Crown Shyness
05:45
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By design, it’s in our nature that we can never touch
A divide, this crown shyness just weighs us down too much
Had a dream and you were in it. I kept it to myself.
Cause I knew I would forget it, move on to something else.
Save me the conversation
I’m just here for your validation
Just check yes and we’re all set then I second-guess till there’s nothing left
I’m just here for your validation.
By design, it’s never ending just keep repeating it
We destroy and then rebuild it just like we’re needing it
No reply for 20 minutes, that’s when they called it
Then we’re free, then its over, then we’re on our own
Save me the conversation
I’m just here for your validation
Just check yes and we’re all set then I second-guess till there’s nothing left I’m just here for your validation.
Did you ever, well never mind
Did you ever, well never mind
Did you ever, well never mind, never mind, never mind
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5. |
Chinatown Bus
02:31
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Guess the night’s over
When they turn on all the lights
You look at me and say “but I’m not tired, and
the ringing in our ears will keep us up."
Maybe it’s time we got away.
I’m down for going, if you’re down for going
Now hey, look at us
Side by side on that Chinatown bus
9 hours and fifteen bucks
Is all it takes
E Broadway’s where we’ll be
When they see my baby and me
We made it there
You hit my shoulder
when we got to Baltimore
But I never opened up my eyes
Another stop, more bodies filing in
They’re looking for it, we’re looking for it
Riding on the bus
Trying not to look at the faces
You say the man in the gabardine suit is a spy
I say we’re the ones they should be afraid of
Don’t worry, honey; let him try
Now hey, look at us
Side by side on that Chinatown bus
9 hours and fifteen bucks
Is all it takes
Somewhere on Allen Street
Where our dreams and fears will meet
We made it there
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6. |
Ground Sinking
03:09
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Just like it says on those labels printed up in red
I've gotta handle you carefully. Handle you carefully.
These days I've been itching for the rain to soak up all our plans
So we can sink into the carpet, feel the pile drape over us
And I say, "These are happy times." you just
wipe a tear and say, "yeah, sure."
But this world is gonna get us one day, it's gonna pull out the rug
I feel, I feel the solid ground
Sheds and peels like skin around us
I feel, I feel the solid ground
Sheds and peels like skin around us
I feel, I feel the solid ground
Sheds and peels like skin around us
I feel, I feel the solid ground
Sheds and peels like skin around us
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7. |
S'Okay
04:04
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Well if that's it, I think I'll be seeing myself out.
I came expecting a hang, not an essay at the floor.
Would you look at that sky? It's the horsemen of the seals
riding into the earth, one just looked at me with flaming eyes and said,
"S'okay..."
Been a while since I felt free from stress's friends,
the nail bits on the carpet, the ceilings over beds.
Now this porch is a box seat to the scale of the little things,
won't you come out and look at this spectacle reminding us it's all
"S'okay..."
.
Wish I had a good answer for why you waited, still
I feel a little bit fatalistic watching dust turn into dust.
S'okay, hearts break like stone and clay,
hearts change like night and day,
hearts break like stone and clay,
and you just gotta feel okay
when hearts break like stone and clay
when hearts change like night and day.
You just gotta feel okay
when it all fades.
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8. |
2577
04:13
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2577
Your silicon brain has gone to Heaven
Another day, another lesson
Burn the medium, spare the message
I guess let’s make this one count
There’s just so much to talk about
If it’s not trending tonight
Then they’ll never know, right? (Right.)
Burn
Burn it down
look around at the pipeline crashing and
Laugh
Make em laugh
Just distract
just distract
Laugh ha ha ha
When it burns
They’ll just laugh
When it burns
“Confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.”
read it in a poem inside of a book
embarrassed by how long it took
Slogans, not songs, are what pay
clever angles to propagate
I can get rich off of clicks
If I can hold you for 3 minutes. that’s it
Burn
Burn it down
But look around at the pipeline crashing
Laugh
Make em laugh
Just distract
just distract
Laugh ha ha ha
When it burns
They’ll just laugh
Laugh Ha ha ha
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9. |
Ghost Tour
04:02
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Summer fever on the billboard approaching,
water droplets in the sand.
I don't think I smile as wide as the lady
'shopped on a stock beach photo,
her bottle faced and sweating,
but if I take a familiar turn,
trace this road like a signature,
I'll know the light patterns in that bend,
the film strips flickering in the mid-distance,
and leave the ads in the rearview glare,
thirsty eyes in the mirror.
Fallen tree limbs on the road I came in on.
Hasn't stormed out here in months.
This place, I know it must be nesting around me,
motherly chanting,
"You're safe here, baby bird."
Is it safety I'm healing from
when I map landmarks of my former loves?
It's such a habit when I come home
to be another ghost on the town brochure,
to look back when I should look in
and know my way, my life's coordinates
to know if any of them bother to move.
Is it safety I'm healing from,
is it more than a habit formed?
Is it safety I'm healing from,
is it more, is it more than a habit formed?
Is it safety I'm healing from,
is it more, is it more than a habit formed?
Is it safety I'm healing from,
is it more, is it more than a habit formed,
is it more, is it more than a habit formed?
Is it more?
You know you're safe here baby.
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10. |
Give an Inch
03:28
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You fix your words into shapes that appeal to me,
it's like you're thumbing your handbook at me
and getting your results
from me in my absence
from me in my absence.
I spread these tools on a cloth at your feet and you
pick the one to repair my mood,
your hands are sure and mine
are clasped, waiting,
waiting to be right for you.
Well if I'm not, then it can't be put on me,
I get by feeling like I've done my best,
it's the best feeling I can give myself when you won't
give an inch.
Every now and then, I think I articulate
whatever corner of mind I'm in,
and you just stay in your
own corner,
your own place
and hold your tongue like it's a dangerous enemy
for the spark it can light up in me,
a flame that doesn't burn.
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11. |
No Big Deal
03:33
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I sit still and wait for you to wrap it up
Just keep my eyes on the ground and my big mouth shut
I know what I’m supposed to do, I'm just never there with the follow through
And you'll let me up when you say you’ve had enough
A pointed new point of view
A song to help me ease my mind
Designed to minimize the way I feel
And when I hear it, I’m nowhere near it and
nothing’s standing in my way
Say what you’re gonna say
It’s no big deal
No big deal
No big deal
No big deal
My friends say to keep my conscience in check
But romanticize the ones who are a nervous wreck
It’s fine to take the golden ring, just don’t let ‘em see you trying
You gotta sabotage yourself and then place your bet
And I want it, yeah, I really want it
But I never thought of what it means
Leaning hard into that grinding wheel
And when I try to capitalize I’m always coming up too late
I give it all away
For no big deal
No big deal
No big deal
No big deal
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