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standing on the corner giving the stink eye to every car that goes by
every car that goes by
I spit on the ground, put my hands in my pockets
trying to keep warm
the cold sun hits my eyes
I’m waiting for the light to change
waiting for the light to change
waiting for the light to change
ch-chain ch-chain ch-chain ch-change, uh huh
well I never did much dig the morning when the sun poured in my window
and woke me awake
hugging my pillow with my eyes shut tight trying to block it out
trying to feel okay
trying to feel okay
just waiting for the light to change
waiting for the light to change
waiting for the light to change
ch-chain ch-chain ch-chain ch-change, uh huh
but the light won’t change while you hide away
no it’s always gonna burn out in the same old place
you always get mad at a world you can’t face
always in a mess that you can’t arrange
one more...
singer stuck on stage with a spot light pointed at his sunken face
words just won’t come out
wishing for a window or a trap door below him just to open up
get himself out
get out
he’s waiting for the light to change
waiting for the light to change
waiting for the light to change
ch-chain ch-chain ch-chain ch-change, uh huh
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2. |
Poonchie
01:36
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The Perpetual Optimist
02:55
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I wake up and feel alone
party full of people and I’m all alone
you never felt that way before
out of bed running when your feet hit the floor
I think the flavour of life is dull
just one bite and I feel full
you got an insatiable appetite
always got room for one more bite
I hear a train coming down the tracks
plug my ears and turn my back
you hoot along on your vocal chords
run alongside and climb aboard
I see it goin’ one-way bound
got no choice but the next stinkin’ town
you are the perpetual optimist
get no reward if you take no risk
and I’m pouring out
like a big, dark, stormy cloud
but you’re my raincoat
shielding me from doubt
and self harm
well I’m pouring out
like a big, dark, stormy cloud
but you’re my raincoat
shielding me from doubt
and self harm
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4. |
Dusty Lime
02:48
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I was sad as a Christmas tree in February
high as the eyes of the Great Khali
had the look of a book at the library
that's been checked out one too many times
and I’d given up being given up
spent the last of my time
waiting on the world
from the back of the line
just another slice
of a dusty old lime
with no more juice to squeeze
squeeze it ‘til it’s dry
squeeze it ‘til you die
I'm a consumer of consumption
another user on the grid
baby boomers got the gumption to say:
“look here kid
if yer business ain't growing
then your business ain't shit
they don't sell your brand no more”
and the last virgin wood
has been found and cut down
now I'm selling my soul just to live in this town
that was built to the hilt
sky scrapers to the ground
to squeeze the last drop dry
so squeeze it ‘til it’s dry
you gotta squeeze
squeeze it ‘til you die
all your life is the point of an arrow
as it's pulled from the quiver with ease
pulled back, swift
softly released
and plunged into the reckoning squeeze
so squeeze
squeeze that sucker dry
you gotta squeeze
squeeze it ‘til you die
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5. |
Ru
01:37
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6. |
Go Somewhere
05:00
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I was up in my room
when you heard me sing
I was strumming a chord on my six string
you saw how I took to that guitar
but words of advice you’d not done so far
you said: see how I work my fingers to the bone
and there’s no chords in ‘em when I come home
so boy if you don’t wanna be like me
start writing down everything you see
go somewhere
don’t leave a trail to come back here
go now, run
don’t follow me, go out and be someone
so I found a place
deep in the woods
and I saw my face in that neighbourhood
and I’d lay there at night
as the coyotes howled
I’d think about you and say “look at me now”
wherever I went I felt alone
so I’d write about people to keep me warm
and I make a living
I pay my bills
and I’m gonna be someone someday I will…
go somewhere
don’t leave a trail to come back here
go now, run
don’t follow me, go out and be someone
well then you got sick
you told your son
in your chest, in your heart, in your throat, in your lungs
said you caught it from songs you never sung
how they stuck to your insides
to the walls they clung
you said: get em out! Show everyone
the things that I told you when you were young
and never hide nothin’ from anyone
let em out and be done
go somewhere
don’t leave a trail to come back here
go now, run
don’t follow me, go out and be someone
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7. |
Any Day Now
03:14
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any day now
I will learn to play the piano
any day now
I will take that trip to Morocco
any day now I will be the most sensitive man
who is there when you need a friend
any day now
I will go with you to the end
any day now
I will put this plan in motion
any day now
I will walk across the ocean
any day now I will know all the things that I don't
I will be all the things that I'm not
any day now
I will use all the things that I've got
any day now
I will fix the things that I broke
any day now
I will wake up filled with hope
any day now my eyes will stay open and bright
I will shine like a star in the sky
any day now
I will love you 'til the day that I die
any day now my eyes will stay open wide
they will shine like two stars in the sky
any day now
I will love you 'til the day that I die
I will love you 'til the day that I die
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the tenderness, the violence
the symphony of silence
humanity becomes a bore
a symptom of a plague
a chore
suspended on a wire, in a hurricane
...and
I walk the same wire
high above the same fire
happiness and peace, my balance rod
the arbiter is the storm
love is the eye, so warm
some have the nerve to call it God
and in the same breath
the force of Coriolis
what's left, what's right, and who can tell?
the fault line splits
through the mantle, lava pits
some have the nerve to call it hell
but it's...
NOT MY SPIRITUAL GUIDE!
no it's...
NOT MY SPIRITUAL GUIDE!
oh no it's...
NOT MY SPIRITUAL GUIDE!what do you do with the mad you feel?
do you store it up until
it bursts out, purging like the rain?
do you do the same with love?
pour it out in buckets of
trust. lust. over rusty pain
I get it wrong too
I gravitate to panic. fear
half empty bottles.
waste
but I know in my heart
these two sides shall never part
some have the nerve to call it faith
but it's...
NOT MY SPIRITUAL GUIDE!
no it's...
NOT MY SPIRITUAL GUIDE!
oh no it's...
NOT MY SPIRITUAL GUIDE!
the tenderness, the violence
the symphony of silence
humanity becomes a bore
a symptom of a plague
a chore
suspended on a wire, in a hurricane
but it's...
NOT MY SPIRITUAL GUIDE!
no it's...
NOT MY SPIRITUAL GUIDE!
oh no it's...
NOT MY SPIRIT-SPEAR-RITUAL GUIDE!
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9. |
La Terre Vivra
01:25
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la terre n’a pas besoin
la terre n’a pas besoin de moi
donne moi
une raison
le monde se termine
la terre vivra
ouille!
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10. |
Two Minutes to Midnight
02:42
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well, I play my uncle’s guitar
because one day, he died
did not know too much about it
first time I saw my dad cry
comes and goes like a river flows
lied out, dried out on the bed
I suspect every one I know
is gonna meet the same damn end
every day your ears pop pop
from the blisters in your brain
hammer nails into your head
and flush it down the drain
don’t look down at the news too much
or it all gets far too real
yeah, the world is filled with animals
you gotta fight for every meal
so just lie back
amplify that sound
you gotta turn it up so loud
BECAUSE ONE DAY YOU'RE GONN' DIE
'CAUSE YOU JUST DO
AS FOR ME, MYSELF & I
WE'RE GONNA DO IT TOO!well we're a lying, crying bunch of people
who say we been done wrong
but it's two minutes to midnight, honey
and they're playing our song
I’m gonna wrap you in my arms so tight
and hold you oh so near
when it all starts burning up all around
be no need to shed more tears
so just lie back
amplify that sound
you gotta turn it up so loud
scream it out! jump up and down!
you see...
BECAUSE ONE DAY YOU'RE GONN' DIE
'CAUSE YOU JUST DO
AS FOR ME, MYSELF & I
WE'RE GONNA DO IT TOO!
YEAH ONE DAY YOU'RE GONN' DIE
YEAH, YOU JUST DO
BY AND BY AND BY AND BY
WE'RE LIVING PROOF
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11. |
Winners & Losers
02:36
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brush it off
start all over again
winners celebrate
because you have lost again
so, dust it off
try and try again
us losers can relate
how we all pretend
when we sing along with "We Are the Champions"
so wear it out
scrape the bottom of the bucket
the rains will come again
and if not, well, fuck it
you gotta dry it out
droughts bring the fires
fires bring the fuel
for all of your desires
so let them play it cool
while we sing "burn it higher!"
so wear em down
try and try again
us losers can relate
how we all pretend
when we sing along with "We Are the Champions"
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