1. |
Talking Trees
03:44
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if the trees are talking, baby
why can’t we
they sort of care, they sort of care
all naturally
we sort of play, we sort of play
edges only
leaves are bittersweet
I want our roots to meet
we shall be talking trees
talking trees
hold the door open, silly
the game ain’t worth it
try to take it all at once
lovin’, leavin’
loud cursing ain’t releasing
existential irritation
leaves are bittersweet
I want our roots to meet
we shall be talking trees
talking trees
nothing beats procrastination
on tragedy channel
in case of bare recognition
hold your breath
the way I’m wired is
unfortunate
leaves are bittersweet
I want our roots to meet
we shall be talking trees
talking trees
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2. |
Bruce
03:20
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a runner’s gasping for guaranty
he follows a line he can’t see
bad hands, coups de grâce and all in-between
he keeps on going on
the music fallen wide
foretells the end of time
now does he feel to be bold and alive
now does he feel to be born to die
roads eat rubber
day and night, day and night
can’t tell if it’s real or not
ain’t runnin' another’s plot
darkness and voices fight his mind
hard is the ride that’s the way it should be, baby
roads eat rubber
day and night, day and night
(now does he feel to be bold and alive)
(now does he feel to be born to die)
a runner’s gasping for guaranty
he follows a line he can’t see
bad hands, coups de grâce and all in-between
he keeps on going on
roads eat rubber
day and night, day and night
(now does he feel to be bold and alive)
(now does he feel to be born to die)
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3. |
Running Free
03:19
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up to my neck with duty
I’m drained of forgiveness
and maybe of any goodness
all I want is to go down with you
before the night is over
running free in the Big Easy
running free in the Big Easy
at the midnight of everything
thick with the waste of modernity
I am the Mississippi
swayed by old songs about faith
afraid and guilty
around every lust delta
running free in the Big Easy
running free in the Big Easy
at the midnight of everything
to the river, to the lake
up the river, down the river
what’s so bad about drinking myself into a blind
for the shining expanse of my craziness?
we’re all cut loose and alone
we’re cheating on our cell phones
no one is paying attention
running free in the Big Easy
running free in the Big Easy
at the midnight of everything
to the river, to the lake
up the river, down the river
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