1. |
The Plan Made Sense
04:34
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Turn around and circle back down
Try to catch a final glimpse
Never know til later how badly you missed
At the time the plan made sense
Well, they always do
Or at least they always seem to
I was so voracious back then
Nothing yet had come back to bite me
Writing of the moon and the stars
As if I understood what ceremony was
Never learned what sets ritual apart though
Hey, is that the aura of art, or is it just dust?
Is it language itself, or the part that we can't pronounce
Buried someplace below so deep it gets lost?
Burn a cigarette for me
At least if you still do that kind of thing
I never know for certain
I know vaguely what is happening though
At the time the plan made sense
But back then all I knew was my school district
And now I'm distracted by how things could be different
Seal a cylinder of wax
So call it my casket
And tell them that's how I died
You know I tried to forget you but I know
You'll be the last thing on my mind
Long before we play the record back
I'll take off my shoes and you'll sit in my lap
And I'm often oblivious
To what's on the tip of my lips
I know they don't have a whole lot to say
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2. |
The Secret
02:38
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3. |
Longing
02:34
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Started on a clear day
The rain came
All the books on the sill were ruined
Try to overcome regret
Maybe that's the best
We're ever going to get
Looked longing in the eye for once
Breathed it in so deep
Caught up on all the sleep you lost
Soon the shadows will give way to sun
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4. |
Fallen
02:25
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Fallen away from me
So many friends have escaped me
Lost connections, feelings fading
I remember when I knew you face
It became a fond memory
Now it's all gone to me
Pictures will never look the same
I can feel everything changing
Summer waxed, now winter's waning
The sun is so far away from here
And I'm afraid to see your face
I hope you know
I never knew what to say
There's never a final goodbye
Just longing
It's the look in my eye through yours
As you stare
At nothing to be repaired
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5. |
Hiding
02:50
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Where are you
Hiding these days?
I thought you'd be out
For the last of the sunshine
It's been a sad time here
I'm trying hard not to disappear
Into the fear
I think it's here to stay
I start plotting escapes
Where could I be hiding these days?
Can't stay shut in though
Not when the town's about to fucking explode
And it takes me a year to finish a sentence
I let another one go
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6. |
Hot Scoreboard, Pt. 2
03:28
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Took five years and it's not over yet
No, it's not over yet, baby
Falling forward takes significant time
Falling back takes an instant
And it'll take a fucking life to forget
Maybe never forget about it, baby
That's the worst way to think about it
Don't it feel like shit baby?
And I think I'm almost done dwelling on the days
When we were lost and young
Dreamt of collapse while the radio played
But the trumpets never sound
At least not the funeral dirge we were expecting to hear
It's just white noise anyway
And the guilt's ringing dull in my ears
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7. |
Nearly
03:18
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Shapeless, but not indifferent
I'd almost given up on the world
Before starting to embrace it
Once upon a time they traced this
Symbol in my flesh
Ever since it's told me all that I am
Even if that doesn't make sense
Years spent
Learning how to deal with
Gradually becoming sick
From poisons and the weather
Better
Sometimes
Getting better all the time
Was once my favorite myth
But something's chipped away at it
It's nearly vanished
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8. |
Mirror
03:38
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I kissed the mirror
I could almost see her
Just a glimpse
From eyes to lips
For a moment there it was clear
Never more than just an idea
Nothing feels weirder than
Answering to everything I'm dreading to be asked
So I keep the secret
And even when I tell it it remains
Tucked away
In a quiet room
Warm and safe
And it's not like everyone's saying
Nothing represents this feeble flame
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9. |
Stylus and Membrane
03:50
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Looking for a sign
When you should've been listening
If I've learned anything in all these years
It's that I don't remember a goddamn thing
But my ears keep reminding me
That there's so much out of reach
So many ways to slip up
And plant hatreds spanning decades
So kiss my ear
Once again I can disappear into the space
Between the stylus and the membrane
That's the thing about a clock
It's a machine of some kind that eventually stops
The eardrum's wired to a powerful box
No one knows what we'd do without it
If you poke a little hole in the ceiling
You can capture that life again with a microphone
And turn a century upon its head
You've gotta fight it
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We Play Quiet Olympia, Washington
Always and forever Reid T and Ethan C but including other dear and talented friends over the years including Zachary Waxwing, Kale McConathy, and Joe Barresi.
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