1. |
Year in Full pt. I
01:25
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Bent hard from the blunt force trauma of tired words
Long bereft of commas and concussed
As they land in fistfuls to our guts
Knocked the wind right out
Felt my eyes roll back to the center of my skull
Where my brain called out for a year in full
Exhausted from the wrestle and tear
Of the discord and the hammering air
It’s a lesson for the thrash impaired
Swearing elbows and running scared
Felt my eyes roll back to the center of my skull
Where my brain called out for a year in full
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2. |
Headaches
03:40
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Jesus Christ, I’ve been here too long
Waiting for truth, not waiting on you
I’ve got patience, but my hope has been so goddamn latent
I forgot why I was up here waiting, catching splinters while you chat with Satan
I’ve gotten used to the headaches
Wasting time believing
In blood and demons
Jesus Christ, I’m not much for reading
But I’m searching for proof, that I'm not such a bloody heathen
Your teachers damned me for up and leaving, not taking in the smoke you’re breathing
I’ve gotten used to the headaches
Wasting time believing
In blood and demons
But I'm all caught up
I'm all caught up
I’ve gotten used to the headaches
Wasting time believing
In blood and demons
I've got all the reasons
We're not that holy after all
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3. |
Till We're Just Bones
04:28
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I’m gonna hate you ‘till we’re just bones
Till it’s all deathly quiet, ‘till it’s all overgrown
Till we return to the dust beneath the calmness of stones
I’m gonna hate you ‘till we’re just bones
In the stillness of nothing, in the calmness of dirt
All the restlessness resting, where I can’t feel the hurt
I’ll forget how I came here, forget what I’ve known
But I’m gonna hate you ‘till we’re just bones
I’ll let myself out
How could I have faith in something that I don’t know shit about
Stuck fast to me like catholic guilt
Feigning honest, upright posture so no one notices the stilts
An epitaph of thoughts I mumble when I feel the most alone
I’m gonna hate you ‘till we’re just bones
I’m gonna hate you ‘till we’re just bones
Till I’m sober and rotting beneath the calmness of stones
Till I can’t be a bother to the kindness I’ve known
I’m gonna hate you ‘till we’re just bones
I’ll let myself out
How could I have faith in something that I don’t know shit about
Stuck fast to me like catholic guilt
Feigning honest, upright posture so no one notices the stilts
An epitaph of thoughts I mumble when I feel the most alone
I’m gonna hate you ‘till we’re just bones
I am not the man I thought I'd be
I’ll let myself out
How could I have faith in something that I don’t know shit about
Stuck fast to me like catholic guilt
Feigning honest, upright posture so no one notices the stilts
An epitaph of thoughts I mumble when I feel the most alone
I’m gonna hate you ‘till we’re just bones
I’m gonna hate you ‘till we’re just bones
Till it’s all deathly quiet, ‘till it’s all overgrown
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4. |
Heads up Coin
03:10
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I guess that I could sleep like this
Under the overpass
Down past the old train tracks
I guess I could sleep like this
Dirty cigarette wrappers and drained shooters
Dished off narrow shoulders, what’s left of old-time rumors
Down in the bog, down past the clovers
I guess that I could sleep like this
Just off the highway, down the slope
Resting beneath and void of hope
I guess I could sleep like this
Must’ve been lucky, found in that field of clovers
Sunk down in the old bog far past the shoulders
All heads-up coins and good fortune aside
I guess that I could sleep like this
Belly to the earth
Where birth and destruction collide
Turned out pockets
Still hands and rolled back eyes
Drowned in the wishing well
To leave it all behind
Dirty cigarette wrappers and drained shooters
Dished off narrow shoulders, what’s left of old-time rumors
Drowned in the bog down past the clovers
I wish that I could sleep like this
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5. |
Garden Work
03:55
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The clouds fall low like a dress
Draped over the shins of a tree I knew
Covering up knees like knots
When I was a kid I carved my name in the bark
Rang bicycle bells, and skinned knees
Late in the park
Dug deep with our legs in the ground like old trees
No sleep left our names in the bark just skin deep
Let the fog cover up these old scars
From carving constellations in these arms of ours
We're just old roots grown out of old shoes
Growing old, growing deep
It's just garden work
Oh our hands how they would creep
Finding peace beneath the bark and control in its release
How our bones grew bent and old like trees
How our hair fell out like fallen leaves
Dug deep with our legs in the ground like old trees
No sleep left our names in the bark just skin deep
Let the fog cover up these old scars
From carving constellations in these arms of ours
We're just old roots grown out of old shoes
Growing old, but growing deep
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6. |
Accident
02:41
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Ready or not, well it’s time to choose
Just a stumbling fool with nothing to loose
Well I’m drunk as hell, and my hands are cold
And I slipped and fell, and I broke the mold
It was by accident that I learned to care
Well I was an accident, nothing too fair
It was by accident that I learned to care
Well I’m just an accident, nothing too fair
My time is up
Just a pile of snow, with the door closed shut
Well I could stumble home, or I could just stay here
But my legs are tired and they’re full of beer
It was by accident that I learned to care
Well I was an accident, nothing too fair
It was by accident that I learned to care
Well I’m just an accident, nothing too fair
Well I called my Mamma on the telephone
Told her I won't make it home
She said "Goddamn boy, how far you've fallen
Don't going 80 feel like 20 when you're destined for the wall?"
Well I'm two left feet, not worth spare change
Well I don't feel worth it at any age
It was by accident that I learned to care
Well I’m just an accident, nothing too fair
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7. |
Old Jeans
02:25
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I still have your picture
So close
I can almost hear you calling me
For shouting too loud
And I’ll see you in the kitchen
Where the windows face the street
And I don’t recall a fire escape
In the New York City heat
And you can smell the good intentions
Of August here in Queens
And I’m taking up the mantle now
Of bursting at the seams
Maybe i’m just dreaming
Maybe it’s the heat
But I’ll tend to it with idle hands
And maybe I’ll repeat
Is this just in my head
Cause I’m stuck on what I’d be
If I never left that kitchen
Would you still be here with me
I still have your picture
So close
I can almost hear you calling me
For crying out too loud
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8. |
Tiny Circles
03:21
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Lithium leaves tiny circles ‘round the iris
Thanks for staring
For every tiny circle spoke
There’s two more circles left for pairing
In a matchbook wrote for losers
I fear the ones that I’ve been wearing
Cause I’ve been working on my eye contact
To live my life less daring
Shaving off years
I haven’t a thing to drink since last November
Since I vacationed to the fourth floor
Of your hospital, remember
I wasn’t looking for an exit as much as looking for a high place
Safe for jumping to conclusions
Just to fix the days behind me
Quaint and quiet as the west front
Pulling sharply at my impulse
To keep dreaming of an ending less tumultuous as
I convulse from all the anger bottled up from days behind me
Peering through the tiny circles
Back to the matchbook that set fire
Lithium leaves tiny circles ‘round the iris
Thanks for staring
For every tiny circle spoke
There’s two more circles left for pairing
In a matchbook wrote for losers
I fear the ones that I’ve been wearing
Cause I’ve been working on my eye contact
To live my life less daring
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9. |
Grafton Rabbits
03:09
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If I tried hard enough I could be brave
Cross the street with my head up
Think of the time that I could save
Wearing holes into my pockets like a kid
I'm nervous like an engine about to blow its lid
Damn I wonder how I could be so fearless
I wonder how I could be enough
Grafton rabbits don’t give a shit just where you came from
They’ve been woven to the earth so long before you’d come
And they’re not afraid to hold your gaze while you stumble on their turf
And they’ve got a way of looking without questioning your worth
Damn I wonder how I could be so fearless
I wonder how I could be enough
Goddamn I wonder
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10. |
Corrected Chemistry
03:29
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Any day feels like Sunday
When there's nothing tying the days together for me
Pills in the morning so there's some serotonin tying me to me
But I know everything will be alright
Cause I've got corrected chemistry
Even when there's nothing helpful on my mind
Taking handfuls of hope from me
I hope everything will be alright
Cause when it's not it feels like drifting farther
At least I'm not thinking about suicide
I know time is awfully precious and I don't feel like it's my time
Not today, but maybe someday
All the ideation and guilt catches up to me
And if I don't feel like leaving quiet
I'll leave an honest apology
But I know everything will be alright
Cause I've got corrected chemistry
Even when there's nothing helpful on my mind
Taking handfuls of hope from me
I hope everything will be alright
Cause when it's not it feels like drifting farther
At least I'm not thinking about suicide
I know time is awfully precious and I don't feel like it's my time
Not today but maybe someday
I hope everything will be alright
Cause when it's not it feels like drifting farther
At least I'm not thinking about suicide
I know time is awfully precious and I don't feel like it's my time
I hope everything will be alright
Cause when it's not it feels like drifting farther
At least I'm not thinking about suicide
I know time is awfully precious and I don't feel like it's my time
I don't feel like it's my time
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11. |
Year in Full pt. II
01:04
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Felt the trickle come to waterfall
In a monologue grown 10 feet tall
Lay the pressure drive through the shell
Left me anxious in a seasoned hell
Felt my eyes roll back to the center of my skull
Where my brain called out for a year in full
To thoughts that swell and trickle out
In the form of adjectives and nouns
Fill a lifejacket that’s sure to drown
‘Neath the crushing weight and the constant sound
Felt my eyes roll back to the center of my skull
Where my brain called out for a year in full
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12. |
Beautiful or Not
04:36
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When winter turns to spring
Beautiful or not
And buds to branches cling
And I’m stuck again indoors
The branches bend to wind
Beautiful or not
If I could only get the sun to burn my skin
It’s been so long since I had let it in
'Cause this spring feels an awful lot like winter
'Cause I haven’t felt the sun in days
It’s the perfect shade of grey for feeling splinters
As tall as trees wrapping at my window panes
The frozen ground is thawing out
Beautiful or not
While the trash birds paw about
I stay tangled up in bed
Start to smell the earth change its face
Beautiful or not
The screen door slams into its frame
My eyelids shudder then do the same
'Cause this spring feels an awful lot like winter
'Cause I haven’t felt the sun in days
It’s the perfect shade of grey for feeling splinters
As tall as trees wrapping at my window panes
Beautiful or not
'Cause this spring feels an awful lot like winter
'Cause I haven’t felt the sun in days
It’s the perfect shade of grey for feeling splinters
As tall as trees wrapping at my window panes
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Old Tom & The Lookouts Boston, Massachusetts
Old Tom & the Lookouts is a Boston-based Indie-Folk band, creating hopeful, evocative music about mental health. The lyrically driven project, shared through the lens of writer and singer, Alex, delivers a minimalist tone, accompanied by lush string arrangements, witty and brooding lyrics, soulful melodies, and striking harmonies. ... more
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