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Fakin'
04:28
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You're all fakin'. I can feel your hearts a-breakin'
and a-bleedin' through my fingers as i squeeze
with all the anger of a jealous boy with seven years
of livin' in his bones, and he knows his parents
never loved him so he beats up on his cousins.
Oh, his parents never loved him their whole marriage
was a cover.
He and his brother were and accidental consequence
of makin' love, of one time feelin' vulnerable beneath
the covers.
Now the family's a shambles, now the family's just
scrambled eggs and microwaved potato fries,
believin' all the devil's lies. Takin' comfort in the devil's
thighs, oh you are all just fakin' life!
But no, I don't blame you. It's not and never was your fault. I love you like a blissful boy with six years in a house of joy, playin' with all his plastic toys in sandboxes and jungle gyms.
His mom and dad make time for him.
His mom and dad would die for him.
They teach him to be disciplined, and say his prayers beside his bed, to eat all of his vegetables, to mind his manners, nod his head.
His older brother's willful, but one day he'll grow out of it. One day he'll be a gentleman who eats all of his vegetables. One day he'll marry into wealth and never shall be vulnerable.
I don't blame you! I don't blame you!
That's what I want to believe too.
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Run
05:12
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If I'm sailing away, you packed my bags, built my boat.
If I'm hiding my face, you blacked my eye, bloodied my nose.
If I'm making my escape, you built a fence, spun your web over me.
You can't ask me to change everything I am for free,
can't ask me to throw everything I have into the sea.
You make me want to leave, make me want to leave you.
If I'm caught in the tide, you dragged me down, pulled me under.
If I'm drowning inside, gasping for air, I'm calling your name.
If I'm losing my mind, only you can find it.
You can't ask me to change everything I am for free,
can't ask me to throw everything I have into the sea.
You make me want to leave, make me want to leave you.
And if I'm angry, it's all your fault.
You make me hot, you make me cold.
You make me crazy when you chase me,
you make me run. You make me run.
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Money
04:12
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I spent my last dollar to buy your love,
I couldn't afford your pity.
Now carrion birds are circling above.
I gotta get out of this city.
If wishes were fishes, we'd all cast nets
and then we'd all starve to death.
If hope was a racehorse, we'd all place our bets
and be certain to lose in the end...
...because the only true currency in this bankrupt economy is money, money, money,
and my only real fluency is the language of charity.
It's funny, funny, funny...
...how I can't remember the lessons my future self taught. All I recall are the fingers he pointed.
If only he'd told me, "enjoy what you got while you can." It's disappointing...
...because the only true currency in this bankrupt economy is money, money, money,
and my only real fluency is the language of charity.
It's funny, funny, funny.
We're far too free! We're far too free!
We don't cost a damn' thing.
We don't cost a damn' thing...
...because the only true currency in this bankrupt economy is money, money, money,
and my only real fluency is the language of charity.
It's funny, funny, funny like cancer.
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Sailboats In The Sky
03:49
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Summer night downtown, the city sleeps around - a pity.
Such jealousy's not fitting an evening gilt with gold,
more than a million evenings old, with such a panoramic
glow. These yellow lights above reflected down below like dandelion souls - as above, so below.
Sometimes white lines cut 'cross the sky, red laser beams inside. The ancient empire of the blind, in a far and foreign land - maybe somewhere in japan - bides its time.
Somewhere a fire burns to embers. Even old folks don't remember whenever the day grew dark.
A dog barks to punctuate the sound of the heatwave raining down from the clouds, invisible as...
...all the sailboats in the sky,
improbable as all the moments in my life,
delicate as an airport kiss goodbye,
and desperate as waiting for you to die.
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The Cold Desert Phoenix, Arizona
Phoenix-based roots rock quartet The Cold Desert began as the solo project of Matt Klassen in 2008. After filling out the lineup with drummer Jared Kaiser, multi-instrumentalist Cody Nelson and bassist Jason Stromberg, they released their debut EP "Four Doors" on September 30th 2011. ... more
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