1. |
Dial-A-Dream
04:36
|
|||
|
I’m a cloud that’s procrastinating raining
I’m the water on your root
I just wanna blow your words back into you
No the void is only funny when there’s something to prove
Let me reach for you
Let me reach for you
Pulling up to a new site of destruction
Where I burn just like the bruise
There’s a ransom on your golden days in magazine collage
I’ll be lapping water from a tire in the park let me wait for you
Cause I’m tired of missing cues
My future’s free
If you need it
High on the sound of a contract ripping
Let’s fantasise about never seeing people again
Do I have this tendency to disengage?
Are these measures of success or just some things you can say that sound worthy?
Like it’s working
My future’s free
If you need it
My record’s clean
Would you read it?
Tell me how you
Made so many reservations now there’s nothing you can hold
Why I’ve got so many reservations about showing up at all
And if it’s all so transparent to us why can’t we see
Some way out of the dial-a-dream?
|
||||
2. |
Overdressed
03:19
|
|||
|
Bail me out
Bail me out and I’ll return the favour
Talking about
Talking about how all you said for so long was
I want more
I want more I hold on to too much
I want more
I want more and I’ll tell you as such
So let’s kick and scream
Let’s kick and scream along to songs about nothing
I get such a familiar feeling from that nonsense refrain
Everyone’s always overdressed
And you’re the only thing that’s left that doesn’t feel contrived
In my whole life
So how did it start
How did we all start acting so dramatic?
Don’t you get smart
I didn’t mean to make fun of him it just sort of happened
But I was dying to call him out
I was dying to call him out
I was dying to call him out
On his bullshit but I shut my mouth
Everyone’s always overdressed
And you’re the only thing that’s left that doesn’t feel contrived
In my whole life
Someone somewhere always wants some reply
Like let me take a drink out of your mind
|
||||
3. |
Saddle
02:51
|
|||
|
Shovel in the snow, don’t you uncover that road,
In this simple light, toothy smile of stalactites
I can trace these shortcuts everywhere, worlds prepared, used to the usual fare
See the smoke come spilling out of you, feels like flu, feels like losing a few
Looking westward I can see the trees start to shake their leaves, tassels shake in the breeze for you and me
Tin can telephone, I’ve been staring at too long
Mirror’s tired of reflecting light, someone always wants a reply
I can trace these shortcuts from the start, worlds apart, used to catch me off guard
This tendence to dehumanise, where’d it rise, used to averting my eyes
And the best part, I had such a sense of my own fears then, now I hardly have the time, digging blind
Time digging blind
All the time digging blind
All the time digging blind
|
||||
4. |
Appetite
03:47
|
|||
|
Never carried
On the crest of any wave
You got seasick
Blood drained from your face
With a shot of salty water in its place
The city encircles
Its inhabitants
This life is far too
Too rich with coincidence
With an appetite that knows no distance
|
||||
5. |
Airglow
04:13
|
|||
|
Unboxing silicon
Data dying in the airglow
I’m in no habit of reaching you
So many motions to go through
Time lost
It’s a sunken cost
Drawing chalk around you still
It’s honest work for a machine
Grind the quicksand century
It’s graded
It’s gradual
But I saw your sadness turning macho
Show me
What’s it to be?
What’s my expiration date?
When the word future sends a shiver through me
If the mind’s a monkey jealousy’s a junky
That vision, we get a glance
Your unforced errors and return stats
That moon ball , it’s no good
Being told to get a grip
Like it’s paramount
Like it still counts
When the laughter’s tentative now, I can hear it
And it sends a shiver through me
If the mind’s a monkey jealousy’s a junky
|
||||
6. |
Tire
04:21
|
|||
|
Where are you staying
For prohibition?
There’s too many squares
On the grid system
Feel the air from the tire
The heat off the tarmac
Maybe all we require
Is a shot in the arm after all
Caught in a fiction
That doesn’t add up
What made the incision
That led to you puncturing?
Panic cinematic
On the feature length commute
The kind of acting everyone has to do
Is he still there living on you
Like the expensive pain of a tattoo?
Caught in a fiction
That doesn’t add up
What made the incision
That led to you puncturing?
|
||||
7. |
Root
04:16
|
|||
|
Elevator pitch
You scratch that eternal itch
My century’s drawn out
Quit teasing now
What is the crux of it?
In the mess born out of this country
See the tide shake off its jelly
Like no-one’s plan
I feel the expanse from you
Still caught between the weeds
In my car
We swung hard
Feels rootless when we’re pulled by the wind
What I lack
There’s no track
Feels rootless when we’re pulled by the wind
You say you’ll grow your hair
So every day you’ve got somewhere
And picked like fruit
My need for you
It’s not a problem til it’s a problem
And when I give up on this one thing
How many more things could I let slide?
It won’t be the first time in my life I felt free
It won’t be the first time in my life I forget just as quickly
In my car
We swung hard
Feels rootless when we’re pulled by the wind
What I lack
There’s no track
Feels rootless when we’re pulled by the wind
I’m living on you still
|
||||
8. |
Gameshow
03:48
|
|||
|
You brought the evening and I brought you a pink moon
and how it suddenly turned round
sat in the kitchen licking chocolate from a spoon
humming something so profound
A taste like honey I’ve been breathing deep, breathing deep
I feel the tonnes inside my lungs so sweet
I dreamt I was in a game show with the prize of becoming human, and that’s been true the whole time
I climbed up through the levels and my features started blooming, where there once was only skin
And where was the mystery prize, glowing like
My favourite satellite oh light of mine, satellite
|
||||
9. |
Dark Horse
04:21
|
|||
|
I’m a drunk jockey
In my secondhand jersey with drugs still in the pockets
All in shambles
Back at your door asking you to take the gamble
One more time
Getting giddy
Over the hurdles we laid across the city
It’s hard to be honest anymore
As I reel in on a promise once again
Never asked to be a dark horse
Breaking my back out on the course
Ready and nailed into my shoes
Always something new to prove
Out for a record
I’m a rival
And I can’t handle the blushes unbridled
Loose cannon in the crowd
What are the party tricks you’re planning on now?
Cause this pain
It’ll tell you
That it’s here to never quit
Feeling the freeze
Feeling brainwashed
Like the doggy ear of puzzle pieces
Friends I keep you like a secret
Sink me like a stone
Oh to be a dark horse
Breaking my back out on the course
Ready and nailed into my shoes
Always something new to prove
Out for a record
Out for a record
|
||||
10. |
Whatever It Is
04:47
|
|||
|
Power lines clicking in the rain
Sound like the crack of my cane
My place in the production chain
Awkward with yourself when you’re alone
The doorbell’s a drone
And the rooms filling up with it’s tone
Feels like the party’s always next door
Said yes to the encore
Now there’s filters all over this floor
And I’m planning on rigging my own systems too
I could save some for you
It’s unbearable letting things brew
You find a way to miss whatever it is that you did
Find a way to hate whatever you’re paid to do or make
It just has to sit that way
Mantras plastered over mantras again
Whatever they meant
Why’s the pendulum swing so intense?
When you’re wafer thin it’s a job, it’s a dream, it’s the same thing
My cellophane wing
Don’t care and yet still trembling
But you and your brother can’t decide
What to do with dirty canvasses when
Everyone’s around
Get your feet back on the ground
No not everyone can see it from this way round
When you’re teething
Find a way to miss whatever it is that you did
Find a way to hate whatever you’re paid to do or make
It just has to sit that way
|
||||
11. |
Wishbone
06:14
|
|||
|
The wishbone was rigged
I’m pretty sure
That wishbone
Was rigged
And you knew all along
And you
You’ve got no right
Being sorry
See the pinwheels
And the adages
They’re tearing down
That drown
In formulated clouds
Foreign wind blown through your crown
Quicksand century
Stuck in a catnap
Mouse trap
Ready for springing
Wound up on a coil
And me
Getting beat up
By my caveman self
I’m flopping like filmstrip
Skipping like tombstones
My sternum shot
I rot
The glowing edge of the bottle
It draws me in in draws me out
Out
Weeks of sunburn
Summer of turnstiles
Dog aisles
Tuned in to the snoring
Of hornet covered brides
And you
You’ve got no fight
When you’re sighing
And I can’t stand to see you
I can’t stand to see you
When you’re crying
At home
I waited here all alone
To give it all up for some broken bone
Oh
Watching the waves grow higher over your shell
Double agent interrogating himself
Tired of learning this lesson over
And chewing through this
Prohibition
The levels are right in your blood
I guess
I guess
|
||||
12. |
Punchline (Bonus Track)
07:25
|
|||
|
Let’s call it a day
And crash all the cars together
In one epic heap
Live on TV
Let’s call it a day
And bring out the nominees
And all the adored
For their all-time awards
Surrender to
The punchline
Steal every magic trick
Each magician’s tools
I don’t like being fooled
Let’s call it a day
Allow ourselves to grow so ugly
We don’t have to be seen
Or even keep clean
Surrender to
The punchline
Go lightly now
Not in my nature somehow
From the circuitboard cities waiting to be drowned
And in the afterglowing
I’ve been staring hard
At headlights after dark
And I swear I saw your whole wingspan
|
||||
Symbol Soup recommends:
tapey guitars + hushed vocals for the night bus
go to album
drift away to a place where the bell boys know your name
go to album
The Doctrine Of Infinite Kindness
by The Mighty Orchid King
eco anxiety psych jams / manifesto
go to albumIf you like Symbol Soup, you may also like:
Under The Surface
by Nameless Ghost
The wrenching songs on the latest from Nameless Ghost tackle loss and grief amidst toothy indie rock.
go to album
Roll The Bones X
by Shakey Graves
This anniversary rerelease features never before heard songs, demos, and rare tracks.
go to album
Night Owl Sessions
by Shakey Graves
The two songs that Shakey Graves performed for NPR’s Night Owl series are available for digital download for the first time ever.
go to album
