1. |
Flat Leaver
03:02
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Half of my brain is a flat leaver
Leaving me half a pissed dry heaver
Keeping me awake
Always left awake
Moving fast like armageddon
Legs are slow laden with lead again
Steady on
Dissonant tones and feckless honesty
Riddled with holes my hopes apart from me
Always left a fake
Just leaving me a fake
Moving fast like armageddon
Legs are slow laden with lead again
Steady on
I heard it gets better over time
I heard it gets better over time
Moving fast like armageddon
Legs are slow laden with lead again
Steady on
Half of my brain’s a flat leaver
Half of my brain
Moving fast like armageddon
Legs are slow laden with lead again
Moving fast like armageddon
Legs are slow laden with lead again
Half of my brain
Half of my brain
Half of my brain
Half of my brain
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2. |
Mokey Says
02:54
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Mokey says the world is gonna end soon
He warned me all about the Pentecost
But I know it don’t cost much just apologies
Get up and run you fools I’m weighted down
Get up and run you fools I’m weighted down
Get up and run you fools I’m weighted down
Get up and run you fools I’m weighted down
Mokey says could be the next day coming
Oh and you can hear the death songs humming
Some kind of broken hymn needs breaking in
Get up and run you fools I’m weighted down
Get up and run you fools I’m weighted down
Get up and run you fools I’m weighted down
Get up and run you fools I’m weighted down
I can hardly move
I can hardly move
Mokey says the world is gonna end soon
Mokey says the world is gonna end soon
Get up and run you fools I’m weighted down
Get up and run you fools I’m weighted down
Get up and run you fools I’m weighted down
Get up and run you fools I’m weighted down
Get up and run you fools I’m weighted down
Get up and run you fools I’m weighted down
Get up and run you fools I’m weighted down
Get up and run you fools I’m weighted down
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3. |
Hey Edna
03:42
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Hey Edna I’m sorry you’re hurting
You can tell me if it’s good enough for now
Hold a spoon beneath the nose of loveless turning
Just hanging terminal and looking for the out
Drawing lines like something permanent might come
Well it’s graphite anger staining both your thumbs
Hey Edna I can help with the burning
Turning polaroids to ash your favorite version
It must be smoke that got your tear ducts churning
I know cryings not your fashion
I’m sorry Edna that you’re hurting
Drawing lines like something permanent might come
Well it’s graphite anger staining both your thumbs
Ooo
You can say it’s good enough for now
Ahh
Well I’m still here just hanging out
I’m sorry Edna (I’m sorry Edna)
Take your time to settle in
I could be your satellite just waiting for you to share what’s done you in
I’m sorry Edna
I’m sorry Edna
Take your time to settle in (I’m sorry Edna)
I’m sorry Edna (It’s good enough for now)
Take your time to settle in (I’m sorry Edna)
I’m sorry Edna (I’m sorry Edna) (It’s good enough for now)
Take your time to settle in (I’m sorry Edna)
I could be your satellite just waiting for you to share what’s done you in
Hey Edna
You can say it’s good enough for now
Ahh
Well I’m still here just hanging out
I’m sorry Edna (I’m sorry Edna)
Take your time to settle in
I could be your satellite just waiting for you to share what’s done you in
Hey Edna
You can say it’s good enough for now
Ahh
Well I’m still here just hanging out
I’m sorry Edna (I’m sorry Edna)
Take your time to settle in
I could be your satellite just waiting for you to share what’s done you in
I’m sorry Edna
I’m sorry Edna
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4. |
Alive
04:11
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Well it’s hard to know if I’m alive
Slinging sorry like we’ll never die
Crashing revelations from the sky
Still unsure but meanwhile I
Found myself the deepest ditch
Dug from stories
How we ate the rich
It’s hard to know if we’re enough
Let the heart lines show we’re out of luck
Calling favors from the night
Pray the beds we’ve made can hold us tight
Well it’s hard to know if I’m alive
Slinging sorry like we’ll never die
Crashing revelations from the sky
Still unsure but meanwhile I
Found myself enough for this
Though it’s hard to prove that I exist
Blood and words like bread gone stale
So I’ll write myself the tallest tale
Calling favors from the night
Pray the beds we’ve made can hold us tight
Well it’s hard to know if I’m alive
Slinging sorry like we’ll never die
Crashing revelations from the sky
Still unsure but meanwhile I
I told myself I must be alive
Cause I’m hurting like I’m sober and I’m feeling eighty-five
Your bones don’t creak when you’re under ground
When your backyard skulls start screaming
There’s no hope to settle down
To settle down
Calling favors from the night
Pray the beds we’ve made can hold us tight
Well it’s hard to know if I’m alive
Slinging sorry like we’ll never die
Crashing revelations from the sky
Still unsure but meanwhile I
Calling favors from the night
Still unsure if I’m alive
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5. |
Just for Beasts
03:35
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All the things I shouldn’t say
I go and say them anyway
You know I get bolder in the night
Well I crumble easy like dried up cake
And I’m counting down to my next mistake
And I’m searching for something that I can make right
If I could write songs just for beasts we’d bleed only in name
Sharing our monsters for fun for the monsters who came
They’re just shapes in the dark now you see
Oh they’re empty and broken and mouthless singing songs just for beasts
Bury my impulse deep in the basement
Take for instance my impatience
Now I’m sorting out how to fuck about without hurting anyone
It’s like decorating a sinking ship while the iceberg is below showing just the tip
Of the monster submerged with a devil’s grip
But the ships just so spotless you bite your lip
And you wait for it to blow over
And you wait for it to blow over
If I could write songs just for beasts we’d bleed only in name
Sharing our monsters for fun for the monsters who came
We’re just shapes in the dark now you see
We’re just empty and broken and mouthless singing songs just for beasts
Now we’re empty and broken and mouthless singing songs just for beasts
Now we’re empty and broken and mouthless singing songs just for beasts
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6. |
Madelyn
03:45
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How could I remember
Every day you kept me fed
Not as sharp as last December
Dulling boots off of my head
I wasn’t here for all the things I said
Please forgive me for fucking up Madelyn
I’ve been waving these ghostly arms suffering
I’ve been dreaming of coming to meet you
Where the road didn’t rise up to greet you
Madelyn
I’d expect you’d remember
Every time I was sent home early
Disappearing last November
Too soon for anger too late for fury
I wasn’t here for all the things I said
Please forgive me for fucking up Madelyn
I’ve been waving these ghostly arms suffering
I’ve been dreaming of coming to meet you
Where the road didn’t rise up to greet you
Madelyn
I know I wasn’t here for all the things I said
I know I wasn’t here for all the things I said
Just forgive me for fucking up Madelyn
I’ve been waving these ghostly arms suffering
I’ve been dying to come up and meet you
Where the road didn’t rise up to greet you
Madelyn
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7. |
Hovering Crows
03:00
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I was here
Flown down to your pigeon toes
Melt down
First wet and then froze
Down the double edged sword of going deaf
Caught fallen in the forest
Oh the hovering crows and the hope still left
Oh I’m down again and nearly dead
Didn’t see
Couldn’t hear me moving slow
Like a tree
Cutting teeth on the first buds grown
Down the double edged sword of going deaf
Caught fallen in the forest
Oh the hovering crows and the hope still left
Oh I’m down again and nearly dead
Oh the vines are growing wrapped up tight
Close to me so close to me
While my hands and my feet just don’t feel right
A blanket of leaves serves to comfort me
I hoped for something better than this
Ooo better than this
I hoped for something better than this
Ooo better than this
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8. |
Gran Gran's Pharmacy
03:19
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Kicking around the old state hospital
The rattling chains of somebody’s pain gathering badges for the honor roll
I heard a door slam late last night
Voices hum down the corridor
I feel like a bastard late to the fight
With a nose for the fist and a head for the floor
I hoped you would cradle me down
Words soaked through
Is it over yet
Emptying out my Gran Gran’s pharmacy
Handfuls of benzo washed down the drain
She won’t need it now just to sleep off the pain
She was a dream late last night
Goodbye for now as we dodge a kiss
Back to the ground and away from the fight
Sleeping better now than she ever did
I hoped you would cradle me down
Words soaked through
Is it over yet
Now it’s always more convenient to pretend we didn’t see it
If you walked across the coals you stoked than you probably wouldn’t mean it
Hell you just might quote a parable to convince us you’re less terrible
Though we know we’ll be forgotten once your boots are beneath your end table
I hoped you would cradle me down
Words soaked through
Is it over yet
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9. |
Waiting on Line
04:25
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Told me I wouldn’t have to wait on line long
Told me I didn’t have to question why
Half truths that stumbled out half wrong
Made a whole half that came to life
Mountains of clay to look like houses
In neatest rows built standing by
Those dirty hands are often mouthless
It’s a pound of dirt before you die
Stuck waiting on line for this
I don’t want it
Fuck waiting on line for this
I can’t bear it (I can’t bear it)
I’ll never sit still
See it’s way past my range of motion
Ingesting lies like ketamine
Armor for sleep forged from devotion
It’s all so fake not double jointed as it seems
I couldn’t muster up the strength to tell you
I’m not as happy as my toys
Regurgitate the toxic hell you sold to all us self-destructive little boys
Stuck waiting on line for this
I don’t want it
Fuck waiting on line for this
I can’t bear it (I can’t bear it)
I’ll never sit still
Stuck waiting on line for this
I don’t want it (I don’t want it)
Fuck waiting on line for this
I can’t bear it (I can’t bear it)
I’ll never sit still
For someone claiming all the light you bring an awful lot of darkness
For someone claiming all the light you bring an awful lot of darkness
For someone claiming all the light you bring an awful lot of darkness
For someone claiming all the light you bring an awful lot of darkness
For someone claiming all the light you bring an awful lot of darkness
For someone claiming all the light you bring an awful lot of darkness
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10. |
Dark Rooms
04:04
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Have you ever stared into a dark room with the lights off from your room
Shapes that look back but don’t move
Like a ghost or a demon
From the films left you screaming
(Ahh) It’s a closed door with the lights turned out
Shout till you’re hoarse
Flick the lights on of course
See with your hands as you brush past the bureau
It’s a dance in a minefield of dog toys and clothes
Pushed away with your foot
You don’t see where you put all the obstacles you’re working past
Shout till you’re hoarse
Flick the lights on of course
Let it settle in
Let it settle in
It’s a dance in a minefield of dog toys and clothes
Like a ghost or a demon from the films left you screaming
It’s a closed door with the lights turned out
Shout till you’re hoarse
Flick the lights on of course
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11. |
Love in a Hospital
03:58
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It’s like my hands don’t work so good
Not connected to the arms I understood
Used to work like mine
Used to think like me
It’s a haunting dereliction of the broken parts of me
When you hurt all over and you feel like giving up
Please don’t give up
It’s like making love in a parking lot
I’m not saying I have I’m just taking a stab at the world that I haven’t got
It’s like waking up in a hospital
I’m not sure where I am but I’ve done what I can just to make it all possible
Oh the dogs are growling louder than I’d ever heard before
It’s so hard to keep your head straight while the wolves are at your door
Kick and scrape like me
Feel the hate like me
Staying honest to the birthmark you can touch but you can’t see
When you hurt all over and you feel like giving up
Please don’t give up
It’s like making love in a parking lot
I’m not saying I have I’m just taking a stab at the world that I haven’t got
It’s like waking up in a hospital
I’m not sure where I am but I’ve done what I can just to make it all possible
It’s a morphine drip to pass the headache
It’s a manic tip strapped to a bed frame
Let me growl and rip to slow the healing
It’s a plaster strip to hide the bleeding
When you hurt all over and you feel like giving up
Please don’t give up
It’s like making love in a parking lot
I’m not saying I have I’m just taking a stab at the world that I haven’t got
It’s like waking up in a hospital
I’m not sure where I am but I’ve done what I can just to make it all possible
It’s like making love in a parking lot
I’m not saying I have I’m just taking a stab at the world that I haven’t got
It’s like waking up in a hospital
I’m not sure where I am but I’ve done what I can just to make it all possible
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12. |
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Either it’s the graveyard or the hot air balloon
There is nothing in between
I begged the earth to hold me close
It’s the heights that made me scream
I claimed the secrets nobody knows
Not a soul
Not a soul
I’ve endured a fair amount
When the airways broke and the lungs let out
Placed in a pool where my feet can’t touch
When you’re underwater you don’t say much
Your god don’t give a damn about me
Just a grown man
Learn to swim
Your god don’t give a damn about me
Just a grown man
Learn to swim
Either it’s the graveyard or the hot air balloon
There is nothing in between
I’ve endured a fair amount
Just hot air and canvas in a basket house
It’s only grey sky where my feet can’t touch
When you’re up so high you can’t say much
Your god don’t give a damn about me
Just a grown man
Learn to swim
Your god don’t give a damn about me
Just a grown man
Learn to swim
Just learn to swim
Your god don’t give a damn about me
Just a grown man
Learn to swim
Your god don’t give a damn about me
You’re a grown man
Learn to swim
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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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