1. |
eventually
02:11
|
|||
|
we are not alone
we are all destined to be
ordinary
eventually
|
||||
2. |
||||
|
i know you're home but i can't get you outside
your skin pulling nearer to a shredded memory
and you're closer to the oldest that you're ever going to be
it's the closest you've ever felt to flying
you spend a moment at the window
observing people, watching people as they run
are they running towards the future or running from the past?
right now you'd settle for either one
but you stay inside, afraid of burning in the sun
|
||||
3. |
Melter
04:12
|
|||
|
the smell of summer hangs on 63
driving home from a place i'd rather not be
i want to be with you
i love you still
and begins to seem i always will
perched on your window sill, you're singing like a bird
i felt the melody but didn't catch the words
i want to be with you
|
||||
4. |
Songz Ab0ut U
03:31
|
|||
|
i'm fine and that's as far as i'll go
for risk of sounding suicidal
to people who have no interest in
whether i live or die
woke up to someone who loves me calling
i got up and flipped over the phone
cause it's too much to ask
to love someone who doesn't love back
don't want to get older in my bedroom
i want to find a story to write
i said i'm never moving to the city
but say the word and i'll meet you outside
i wanna sing songs about
singing songs about you
i wanna write songs about
writing songs about you
i wanna smoke weed and listen to music in your bed
drink IPAs and dance down Lafayette
|
||||
5. |
||||
6. |
The Big Quiet Night
07:45
|
|||
|
i watched them die and be reborn, the leaves and all their colors
we're running from a collapsing sky; will we ever find another?
a frozen scene in bedrooms waiting
our wandering minds and hands impatient
shaking overwhelmed with joy
big quiet night we can't avoid
a heather sky and pin-struck bodies
frozen waiting for the sun
i watched me die and i'm still waiting
to see what i become
|
||||
7. |
Jen with two n's
01:59
|
|||
|
i hate the fact that i'm always right
when i say things like: "things can't get any better"
i hate the fact that i'm always right
when i say things like: "this is the best that it can get"
dragging my body up to where you died
the crush of the soil eats up my goodbye
|
||||
8. |
Decocooning
03:15
|
|||
|
you're unbearably comfortable, a house fire in the arctic ring
the trails of smoke hanging in air from fireworks on new years eve
you bottled up mosquitoes and tried to pass them off as butterflies
but never took the lid off so they never had a chance to fly.
i kept you under my tongue
until you dissolved
could never get you down and you wont get me down.
there are sleepless nights and endless days
when driving down the same damn roads they start to feel the same
we hurt the same, we burn the same, and we will always change
oh yeah we're always changing, under the light we've already wasted
there's holes poked in the aluminum sky
i keep sleeping by the phone
with every breath we're dying, every moment getting older
and I keep waking up alone
|
||||
9. |
next week
01:16
|
|||
10. |
I Hear It Too
05:08
|
|||
|
you undiscovering
the ways
they used to hurt you
me waiting patiently
outside
in the snowfall
we used to have
all the time in the world
now all that's left of it
is the rest of our lives
standing in the lobby
waiting for a call up
shed these aging bodies
you say you hear an angels choir
singing songs to bid old friends adieu
you turn, envelope my desire
i hear it too, i hear it too, i hear it too
|
||||
11. |
On Fire in My Car
03:07
|
|||
|
and every word she said sounded straight off the big screen
or from a Galaxie 500 song
"i am the kind of person that it's easy to forget" you said
"but you'll miss me on the day i'm dead."
i question how you're living cause i miss you more and more each day
my stubborn mouth gets in the way
i see your high-waist jeans, heard you like boys who play guitar
you look like you might like to listen to On Fire in my car
i bet you'd smoke half a pack at house shows
and i think that i'm on fire cause i'm in between your fingers
i used to write my feelings down, now i write to feel them
i'm not as anxious towards the future as nostalgic for the past
six warm beers and the last six years have disappeared so fast
we'll never be nineteen again
i'll never find a better friend
i hope i see you in the end
|
||||
The Wildest People You'll Ever Hope to See Lansdale, Pennsylvania
bedroom music for bedroom people
If you like The Wildest People You'll Ever Hope to See, you may also like:
Strawberry Feels
by Subsonic Eye
The latest from Singapore’s Subsonic Eye is a gorgeous slice of sunny dreampop, with sparkling guitars & bright melodies.
go to album
Delaware artist Rew brings the lo-fi shoegaze vibes on their latest album, with buzzing riffs and drifting, dreamlike vocal melodies.
go to album
Old Mountain
by Good Good Blood
Ghostly indie rock from Good Good Blood, with skeletal guitars and distant, echo-shrouded vocals.
go to album
Safe Under Water
by Oliver Divone
A concept record about hiding under the ocean told with dreamy synths, buried vocals, and soft programmed drums.
go to album
living in memory of something sweet
by dreamTX
Undeniable melodies swim up from beneath layers of distortion and effects, making this a psych-pop winner.
go to album
Another Side of The Seams
by The Seams
The Seams' jangly pop is full of lovely melodic twists and elegant turns-of-phrases delineating the quotidian details of love and romance.
go to album
There You Ain't
by Grave Saddles
Twangy grunge? Dinosaur Jr. except make it Emmylou Harris? It's real on the new EP from California band Grave Saddles.
go to album
