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Flare Gun
02:38
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And I recall feeling the light burn out.
Now I trip and fall, all the way back down.
The ground a crueler mistress than anyone I know.
And I'm not sure what has brought me here
Probably realization of my biggest fears
My friends ran out of sympathy and I don't know what to do.
So I'll play it in a different key, I'll try to find my sanctuary
But the melody it all feels the same, light a flare and let me find the way
If I were a chess piece I would be a pawn
Too quick to throw myself out in a song.
But Oh God damn I'm trying, so please just dance along
Just dance along
So I'll play it in a different key, I'll try to find my sanctuary
But the melody it all feels the same, light a flare and let me find the way
I'll play it in a different key, I'll try to find my sanctuary
But the melody it all feels the same, light a flare and let me find the way
I'll light the way...
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Happy Moments
03:56
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So let me know if you need another moment I'm so sorry we've not spoken in so long
I've been torn between starting and quitting smoking between breathing without choking and getting along
I don't see any good solution either I give up on resolution or comply
and I don't know if I'm the type of person you're looking for because that's not who I am, no sir not I.
This compromise feels invalidating I don't know what to do.
If I had another moment to realize I'm not broken then I wouldn't have to fake it my whole life
If I had another moment to realize I'm not broken then I wouldn't have to live an unhappy life
In compliance I will cower no this ain't my finest hour I feel overwhelmed with everything yet again
yeah I may not be the hero who's been standing in the shadows waiting to save the day for all my friends
But I still got feet to stand on I hold my heart inside my hands and I'm gaining self respect every minute that I can
"No such thing as wasted moments!" I scream into the sky I'm still here so I will not fear oh my god I'm still alive
This compromise feels invalidating I don't know what to do.
If I had another moment to realize I'm not broken then I wouldn't have to fake it my whole life
If I had another moment to realize I'm not broken then I wouldn't have to live an unhappy life
an unhappy life
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Sheriff Vs Outlaw
03:53
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One time there rode an outlaw to the town of New Orleans, his demeanor down and dirty holster ripping at the seams. He was looking for the sheriff to settle an old score. But after things went south man he's not looking anymore.
His name was mourning mann and by the shock inside his voice he was not prepared to fight back but he didn't have a choice he was looking for the sheriff to settle an old score, but after things went south man he's not looking anymore.
So live a little
Live a little
Live a little
Tomorrow into yesterday he's going there and back again
And all his stops have been delayed the Mourning Mann he missed his aim. And now he's lost in time today and I'm not sure he feels okay.
But tomorrow into yesterday he'll make his mischief go away.
The sheriff found the outlaw with a bullet in his back.
Chuckled to himself man I guess I got the last laugh.
Found a bottle opened next to good ol' Mourning Mann, he took to the saloon and played right into the outlaw's hands. The sheriff bragged forever about the nonexistent duel, as he fattened up his words he began to act the fool. He took a drink and tumbled back into his seat. The sheriff, poisoned and forgotten fell into a deep sleep.
So live a little
Live a little
Live a little
Tomorrow into yesterday he's going there and back again
And all his stops have been delayed the Mourning Mann he missed his aim. And now he's lost in time today and I'm not sure he feels okay.
But tomorrow into yesterday he'll make his mischief go away.
The sheriff and the outlaw, they were buried side by side.
A fitting end to both the way that they had lived their lives.
One poisoned by his hubris he died foolish with no friends.
One died from his vengeance, he knew it was his end.
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Pitch The Poison
03:35
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I know it may not be the brightest day outside
The storm is creeping in and there’s no space to hide
But the thing about a rainstorm is that it always ends
The sun is just behind us waiting to shine again
And all the songs that I can sing
If you don’t get better they won’t mean a thing
And I’m scared for you, I hope you know.
Won’t you pitch the poison, and come back home?
I know a day might come when we’ll thank each other.
I know a day might come when we both might not be around.
But I’d rather not lose you til later
I’d like to see you turn this around.
And all the songs that I can sing
If you don’t get better they won’t mean a thing
Well I’m scared for you, I hope you know.
Won’t you pitch the poison and come back home?
And all the songs that I can sing
If you don’t get better they won’t mean a thing
And I’m scared for you, I hope you know.
Won’t you pitch the poison and come back home?
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65
04:08
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"Convenience is cowardice," said the old man as he dug his own grave.
He was force fed a lie that he believed all his life, kept ignorant and safe.
Called the kids foolish for wanting it proven that you could live your life
While crawling out the dirt trying not to get hurt, so you can feel alive at 65.
And it's not that you're skill-less it's not that you're broken. But your mattress is the floor. And it's not that you're lazy you're just gathering daisies to bring to Death's front door.
I'm not so sure I wanna live my whole life, trying to reach the top shelf.
Frankly I'm sure if it was such a nice place the people there might try to help assist the ones stuck being down on their luck, "It could all go away!" we cry! But one paycheck to them is worth forty of mine so even an hour is valuable time.
And it's not that you're skill-less it's not that you're broken. But your mattress is the floor. And it's not that you're lazy you're just gathering daisies to bring to Death's front door.
What to do?
And it's not that you're skill-less it's not that you're broken. But your mattress is the floor. And it's not that you're lazy you're just gathering daisies to bring to Death's front door.
To bring to death's front door...
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Grandpa
02:58
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So cast my name in cobblestone, rid my soul of these tired bones, send me off with a song I know, and sing real loud or I won't go. And pray to god if I don't believe, but don't feel bad don't cry for me, raise a glass and cheer me on oh sing to me your favorite song.
Kicked my corpse out to the curb. I'm a dead man walking with my rest disturbed. Bought the farm an age ago, but I came back to let you know. You've let your life go down the drain, pick it up or you'll end up the same as me you don't wanna see the awful things you don't wanna believe are real.
Like my name in cobblestone, rid my soul of these tired bones, send me off with a song I know, and sing real loud or I won't go. And pray to god if I don't believe, but don't feel bad don't cry for me, raise a glass and cheer me on oh sing to me your favorite song.
And don't be afraid
it's not too late
Tomorrow brings a brand new day...
A brand new day...
So my name in cobblestone, rid my soul of these tired bones, send me off with a song I know, and sing real loud or I won't go. And pray to god if I don't believe, but don't feel bad don't cry for me, raise a glass and cheer me on oh sing to me your favorite song.
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7. |
What's Inside My Head
02:13
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Let me find a way, I'll come back a different day done with dignity again and I'm feeling scatterbrained I'll try to take my meds but they don't really numb the pain and it's a pharmacy of failure but the money's being made.
And I don't know what to do...
Let me run let me have some fun
Let the music flow and let my atoms explode
You don't know
You don't know
You don't know what's inside my head
Let melody mistake me for another common illness let reality forsake me I wish life was fucking worth it. Yeah I wish it was cause my hard works hard enough between the pressure of the day and my damn anxiety.
And I don't know what to do
Let me run let me have some fun
Let the music flow and let my atoms explode
You don't know
You don't know
You don't know what's inside my head
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8. |
Contender
02:44
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I miss the moments minding my own tune. It's been a moment since I've harmonized with you and now I'm looking to myself again and it feels like I'm my only friend but I'm my own worst enemy and now it's plain to see
I could've been a contender
and maybe you'd know my name
now I'm just a pretender
and maybe it's all the same
I miss the moments
When I wasn't bothered by the key
Now it's broken
and I'm locked out of the country
and I'm sick of letting others clean up my mess while I'm building up my ego in a monument but I'm an awful person and they just don't know it yet
I could've been a contender
and maybe you'd know my name
now I'm just a pretender
and maybe it's all the same
I could've been a contender
and maybe you'd know my name
now I'm just a pretender
and maybe it's all the same
I could've been a contender
and maybe you'd know my name
now I'm just a pretender
and maybe it's all the same
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Hermit
02:32
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A month ago I couldn't leave my bed. I tried to cheer myself up with jokes on the internet but I couldn't find my cellphone so I'm stuck in my own head
A month ago I couldn't leave my bed
A week ago I couldn't leave my room. I had everything I needed but I still felt very blue. And paranoid I petrified myself to my own doom.
A week ago I couldn't leave my room.
Let me fight oh let me feel, I think I lost my self appeal.
Pour my soul right down the sink, I think I've had too much to think
I'm stuck at home, all alone, I don't know where to go
Let my life be long and hard and I will try to raise the bar.
Yesterday I got out of my house.
I took a walk outside and the sun was shining down. I didn't quite feel joy but I felt relief that I got out. Yesterday I finally left my house.
Yesterday I finally left my house.
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10. |
Not A Waste
03:29
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My heart has been smashed to pieces and I can't leave it I gotta fix it. Though I'm bitter, and I feel rotten I've not forgotten what it feels like to love.
And I hope that you recall soon.
This talk of me and you has gone to waste.
And I hope that you recall soon.
This talk of me and you has gone to waste.
It's gone to waste
My pride is nonexistent and I don't miss it, it was my downfall.
But my soul is warm and wholesome, not even folsom can stop me from standin' tall.
And I hope that you recall soon.
This talk of me and you has gone to waste.
And I hope that you recall soon.
This talk of me and you has gone to waste.
But it's not a waste!
And I hope that you recall soon.
This talk of me and you has gone to waste.
And I hope that you recall soon.
This talk of me and you has gone to waste.
But it's not a waste
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Forever Fool Old Lyme, Connecticut
Singer/Songwriter from New England, most active in CT and VT.
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