1. |
Please Leave
03:46
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Please leave I don’t wanna hear you sing no more
Please leave and don’t forget to shut the door
Please leave before I give in to temptation
Please leave or send me into damnation
Because if you stay any longer
I might miss you more than I should
Then I’d ask for forever
You know I would
Please leave before I say something wrong
Please leave we’re getting too well along
Please leave before I lose all my senses
But just stay here for a few more minutes
It’s just that much to fill me up
But I have never had enough
Go away back to where you came from
Can’t say that I’ll miss you when you’re gone
Can’t say that I asked you to stay
And maybe I like it that way
But you’re only twenty feet out the door
I guess that’s just twenty feet too far away
And if I could hear my-silly-self now
And all the stupid things I say
Please leave before my composure comes undone
Who’ll piece me back together when you’re gone
Please leave I don’t need your company
Please leave you take up all my energy
Here I am dissolving in your hands
And you are absorbing me as fast as you can
As fast as you can
Please leave
I don’t wanna hear you sing no more
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2. |
The Towering Two
05:57
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Is it lack of neurons or lack of oxygen to the brain?
Is it just me Mom or has this whole world gone insane?
I got a generation of brilliant minds waiting to be suppressed with idle hands
I got a truckload of philosophers and experts who can’t quite understand
And it frightens me to think that they’re making a big dollar off this degradable war
After all, we just wanna even up the score
So don’t ask me if this nation I hold so dear if I also hold it to be true
But in the state of this retaliation, I can’t say that I do
You can’t tie me down this time
You can’t tie me down this time
You can’t tie me down this time
One barbaric deed never goes undone
The vengeance is so thick now I can feel it congealing in my lungs
I’m not just going to sit on my hands and try to make sense of it all
I’m not going to hide in my bomb shelter scratching my head raw
There’s blood on their hands now there’s blood on ours too
But if we realize by this so-called “justicing” it’s not something we can undo
So don’t ask me if this nation I hold so dear if I also hold it to be true
But in the state of this retaliation, I can’t say that I do
You can’t tie me down this time
You can’t tie me down this time
You can’t tie me down this time
Now we deposit philanthropy in the least reachable places
After we bomb a whole country for the sake of completing a list of most wanted faces
And I don’t know what the strategy is if there is one at all
Now we’d rather tear down then repair the flaws
And the cracks in the media just reaffirm my doubts
And if you’re talking about warfare then just count me out
So don’t ask me if this nation I hold so dear if I also hold it to be true
But in the state of this retaliation, I can’t say that I do
You can’t tie me down this time
You can’t tie me down this time
You can’t tie me down this time
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3. |
Lesson #47
04:49
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Let this be a lesson to me
That I should elaborate
For all the words that I have muddled
Never could equate
For the desires I’ve repressed
Now I’m regressing with age
Yet for the rest of these ailments you deem to alleviate
In this contradictory world
We are but two young babes
And the most that we can do here
Is learn from the mistakes
Yet I wish that i knew why it is
That my chest labors
And the least that I can do for you
Is return the favor
How can I not help but feel
Like I am slipping from my own control
Standing here with a shovel
Just digging my own hole
And I can’t stay away
From the one thing that temps me
You are by far the most beautiful
Thing I’ve ever seen
How typical of me
Just to say that it’s all wrong
Even more typical of me
To put it down in some cheesy song
Because talk is overrated and games even more
‘Til the point where you’ve played so hard
You lost track of the score
Now there is no way around it
Except to jump in it
And one day you find you are just
Drowning in it
It’s euphoric to fall
Until you find your knees are bleeding
You discover the difference
Between wanting and needing
In your presence
I am but a torpid mess
What once was so despondent
Is now listless and languorous
What once was so dormant
Is now in its wakened state
To you I admit my defeat
To you my gratitude is great
Now I know this feeling
That they say is like fighting gravity
Now I have a name for the effect that you have on me
It’s euphoric to fall
Until you find your knees are bleeding
You discover the difference
Between wanting and needing
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4. |
What Comes Around
03:20
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Watch out I’m coming in
Who cares how you have been
Because we’re here for your cash
And you can watch the evening news
To see your lottery ticket lose
But you know you’ll just keep sitting on your ass
And I have heard what the capitalists say
But I know of better ways
Because when it trickles down to me
I’ll be more than dead
Of course we all seem so jaded
For this poverty is not fading
But of course we only know from the newspapers we’ve read
What goes around never seems to come around
What comes around never seems to end up here
What goes up never ever comes down
The rules of gravity somehow don’t apply to here
Anorexic girls in their million dollar pearls
With cell phones strapped to their cheeks
This virtual society feeds my social anxiety
And the connections that just have to be reached
What goes around never seems to come around
What comes around never seems to end up here
What goes up never ever comes down
The rules of gravity somehow don’t apply to here
What’s my motivation
Is it my lack of education
Of my ability to read between the lines
The certificates on these walls
Just don’t mean nothing at all
But just a waste of time
What goes around never seems to come around
What comes around never seems to end up here
What goes up never ever comes down
The rules of gravity somehow don’t apply to here
The rules of gravity just don’t apply to here
The rules of gravity somehow don’t apply to here
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5. |
Uncle Sam
04:06
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Down down down we go
Down to where we started from
We’re losing sight of the light
To where our forefathers must have come
What is it about this regression
We are locked into a nationwide depression
Vote after vote time after time
We keep losing our minds
So tell me about it uncle sam
For all that we’ve lost
We’re holding onto all that we can
We want to progress but we just regress
And we can’t find the source
Complain about all but ourselves
And we’re running off course
All we hear about is who is winning it in the polls
Have we become the ignorant fools
They think that we’re lazy
Until it comes to the dividends
What you see is what you get
Until I’m elected president
What would we need with a millionaire asshole like you
But we say “ok this is just going to have to do
For the next four years”
What is it with our apathy
I don’t think it’s something only i can see
And if we don’t do something now
Who will help us out
If we don’t do something now
Who is going to help us out
So tell me about it uncle sam
For all that we’ve lost
We’re holding onto all that we can
We’re free we’re here
And I thought the message was so clear
If you’re not helping you are just in the way
If you’re not helping you are just in the way
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6. |
End Up First
03:37
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There is a man upstairs nine stories higher than I
He is squinting through his spectacles separating land from sky
He oversees the rise and fall of his business each day
He lives his life through the profits of the money that he makes
What’s ethical and economical are two very different things
Because it ain’t over until the government sings
We desensitize ourselves with these aspirations full of greed
Because we have these illusions of the things we think we need
We’re eating off of cardboard trays
Living through an angry phase
Wondering where all the virtue went
Begging and begging for the things that we can’t afford
Making the millions because we can
America the beautiful, home of this stock market game
We study our Wall Street Journals hoping another dollar could be made
It’s a bull market today but it’s a bear market the next
And we stumble around with our huge wallets
Holding more than enough to pay the rent
We’re eating off of cardboard trays
Living through an angry phase
Wondering where all the virtue went
Begging and begging for the things that we can’t afford
Making the millions because we can
We like our profits big and our outlooks small
Our cars fast and our buildings tall
We spend a fortune for a shirt without a dime to trickle down
Because we don’t know the man in the dirty shirt
Working in a factory downtown
We’re eating off of cardboard trays
Living through an angry phase
Wondering where all the virtue went
Begging and begging for the things that we can’t afford
Making the millions because we can
We cloud our perceptions with “oh, it’ll get there.”
“They’ve got enough. they’ve got their share.”
But don’t turn your heads to it or pinch the pennies in your purse
Because it tends the ones who are left below are gonna always end up first
The ones who are left below are gonna always end up first
We’re eating off of cardboard trays
Living through an angry phase
Wondering where all the virtue went
Begging and begging for the things that we can’t afford
Making the millions because we can
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7. |
Number Song
03:38
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I’m half an inch from my 1 last jump
And it’s way 2 steep for me to judge
Well, it’s 3 times a charm
And I got 4 choices left
I’s forwards, backwards, up or down
And I choose the 5th
Yeah I choose the 5th
It was 6 whole years of my life I watched go by
Now it’s 7 more months
Then it’s do or die
Well I’m reaching past the 8
And I’m at the 9 again
Now I’m just one away from my perfect 10
It’s 11 times I tried
And 12 more I will attempt
But it looks like lucky 13 hasn’t failed me yet
I was 14 years old
And I was 15 when i knew
That 16 comes so fast
And the rest sneak up on you
I had 17 steps
But I took 18 instead
Because 19 was too many
And 20 was on the ledge
Well I’m reaching past the 8
And I’m at the 9 again
Now I’m just one away from my perfect 10
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8. |
Sorry I Am
04:47
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I know I’m not a pretty sight
But I could clean up well
At least I don’t smell bad
As far as I can tell
I know I’m not a Cindy Crawford
And I’m not a Tyra Banks
And to both of my parents
I owe all of my thanks
Just what you see
Isn’t always just what you get
If you think about it first
You just might regret
Choosing the pretty girl
Just because she hangs well on your arm
Well, a girl with a brain
Never did a boy no harm
Sorry I am
Not a trophy for your fire place
I’m sorry I am
Not just another pretty face
You don’t have to be sorry
But you don’t have to be proud
Of all your ignorant thinking
Yet you sing it so loud
This is what I was given by birth
So I’ll just have to “make do”
Yet when I think of perfection
I don’t picture you
Maybe you should read a book
And I could practice my poise
And you could listen to something other than
The sound of your own voice
Sorry I am
So hard to comprehend
Sorry I am
Not so shallow, not so shallow
But how’d you like to be on the outside looking in
On everybody else’s romance?
How’d you like to be just the pretty girl’s best friend
When no one’s gonna give you chance?
Sorry I don’t have the body you dreamed of
Sorry that I have a mind of my own
Sorry that I may be a little different from the rest
Sorry I won’t enlarge my breasts
I know I’m not a pretty picture
And I’m not sure who painted me
But I know he painted you too
Whoever you may be
Sorry I am
I’m sorry i am
Sorry I am
I’m sorry I am
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9. |
Done Wrong, Do Right
04:49
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So much I’ve done wrong
Oh Lord, redeem me
So much I’ve done wrong
Please redeem me
I’ve been sleeping on stones
Sleeping on dirt
Living on coal
And this fiery Hell is taunting me down
Won’t you save my soul
So much I’ve done wrong
Please believe me
I want to do right
please redeem me
I’ve been sleeping on stones
Sleeping on dirt
Living on coal
And this fiery Hell is taunting me down
Won’t you save my soul
I want to do right
I want to do right
I want to do right
I want to do right
My shoulders failed
I lost my head
Now I’m stuck here
In this tortuous bed
I’ve been sleeping on stones
Sleeping on dirt
Living on coal
And this fiery Hell is taunting me down
Won’t you save my soul
I dug my heels
In too deep
Now I’m left here
In this feverish sleep
I’ve been sleeping on stones
Sleeping on dirt
Living on coal
And this fiery Hell is taunting me down
Won’t you save my soul
I want to do right
I want to do right
I want to do right
I want to do right
I drowned myself
In my dirty deeds
So much I’ve done wrong
Please redeem me
I’ve been sleeping on stones
Sleeping on dirt
Living on coal
And this fiery Hell is taunting me down
Won’t you save my soul
Won’t you save my soul
I want to do right
I want to do right
I want to do right
I want to do right
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10. |
You Suck
03:54
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I am rubber and you are glue
And everything you say bounces of me
And sticks to you
You are the splinter in my hand
The math problem I can’t understand
It’s half as much as I’d like to know
It’s half as much as I’d like to learn
But I didn’t want to know you
And I never asked for your name
But you left me shit out of luck
And for that
You suck
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words are even worse
And I can sit here and cliché all day
But I’m still left with an empty verse
It’s twice as much as I’ll ever know
It’s twice as much as I’ll ever learn
But I didn’t want to know you
And I never asked for your name
But you left me shit out of luck
And for that
You suck
Maybe you’re a dime a dozen
But a penny saved is a penny earned
Well I got enough in my bank account
But some spare change wouldn’t hurt
It’s more than I’ll ever know
It’s more than I’ll ever learn
But I didn’t want to know you
And I never asked for your name
But you left me shit out of luck
And for that
You suck
You suck
You suck
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11. |
Fading Spotlight
03:53
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Here I stand in my fading spotlight
And I’m holding on to every last bit of the bulb
It’s a dimly lit scene and i’m pawing through the dark
Trying to find another light switch along the wall
Maybe it’s just a disconnected wire or maybe it’s my disconnect brain
When the light bulb went and blew out, I blew out just the same
Was it something so foreseeable that I could have predicted?
Or was it something so predictable that I could have foreseen?
Here I sit in my bright interrogation light
But they can’t squeeze the answers out of me
It’s a blinding situation and I’m crawling on the floor
Trying to make my way around all the feet
Maybe there are just too many watts in the bulb for the lamp to take
Because I can see light spots when I close my eyes
It won’t be long before I break
Well, was it something so foreseeable that I could have predicted?
Or was it something so predictable that I could have foreseen?
Here I sit by my television light
With my eyes glued right to the screen
And I sit so close that all I make out are spots of red, blue, and green
Won’t be long before I change the channel to another late night show
Won’t be long before my cable runs out and I’m just gonna have to let go
Well, was it something so foreseeable that I could have predicted?
Or was it something so predictable that I could have foreseen?
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