1. |
crosswalk
04:35
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there is a myth that runs in circles
around my cranium
it hovers as a bug would
to exposed blood
And I am
there is a moment I feel
eyes of all who's near
and a passing glance
the sturdy stance says
Go away
who was it who said
"if you smile and wave, you're dead"
I dread that it will come to that
I turn my back on open arms,
and step into a broken heart
the fear that life is on the line
every time I step outside afraid
my mind is made
there is a lie that travels with me
from place to place
and I've learned to hate
and there's no escape
And I know
oceans have been crossed
to keep this feeling lost
but it follows me again
it eats me from within
who was it who said
"if you smile and wave you're dead"
I hate that it has come to that
I turn around to open arms
and fall into a broken heart
the fear that life is on the line
every time I step outside afraid
is my mind made?
I'd never hard a single soul
and for the record I hope you know
that all I want is to say hello
but for the moment we'll never know
if any amount of love in the world
could help me change my mind
and I just might
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2. |
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headlights making me realize
nothing is yellow
everything is black and white
I walk outside into a pallet for taking
but the shading is dull, the color is fading
on any given night, the colors all become one
again
the peaks will paint me violently, a gun
to your head
and all the best days and all the bad ones, gone
again
the landscape treats me viscously and I
understand
so yet another day has passed on Earth,
this morning the sky was gold but its all worthless
the faintest hue I had ever seen came from the mountains
a distant glimpse of elsewhere
so yet another sun has set tonight,
the colors change, but its the same sun as last time
my blood is boiling, I can't sit still
anymore, I can't tell you what's over that hill
and it scares me to death
to think the next bay over's just the same as the rest
and I won't know what else to expect
on any given night, the colors all become one
again
the peaks will paint me violently, a gun
to your head
and all the best days and all the bad ones, gone
again
the landscape treats me viscously and I
understand
headlights making me realize
nothing is yellow, but everything is glowing bright
I step outside, the ground is shaking
the sky folds in, the pallet for taking is one again
I guess i was mistaken
the Earth is the violence, but I am the hatred
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3. |
digestion
02:25
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it goes in my body
and it never comes out
like sealing a letter
that says:
"you could never live without"
here it comes from the heart
usually but not this time
it comes from the stomach
tonight
and its coming up alright
leave it to me
to upset my tummy
to make the feeling
so much more than it seems
am I hungry? Or is it depression
the pressure builds up but i haven't enough
is this a void I could fill with more time
more food, more drugs, less of a reason to try
the pressure builds up and I haven't enough
so give me some space and get that shit out of my face
I feel the grumble of a lonely heart
my digestion is off but I'm still on the clock
the pressure builds up and I haven't enough
so ignore it for now and lay back down
(but it can never come out)
it goes in my body And it never comes out
and I've felt it
clawing it's way out
but it can never come out
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4. |
hell nights
02:20
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hell nights, fluorescent lights
and windowless rooms
cold sweats, like bullets
no real feeling but the feeling of doom
I had a home and I had a room
and when all alone, the walls grew and grew
every single night, to sleep with a light
to feel something new
to feel unscathed, to seem to never break through
to feel unsafe in the place you grew
I had a bed and I couldn't sleep
I felt my head switch places with my feet
hell days in every place
the looming dread, the recognizable face
the ball of fire, the simple things
they felt so dire, they felt so strange
but I know this type of night
every once in a while, could be alright
but as endless as every one seems,
I can't help but feel like they are crushing my dreams
beyond that to be able to see
valleys deep and peaks so steep
a blessing not a curse, whichever is worse
I'll spend my nights scrambling these words
and believe there is no feeling
worse than this, but I'll have to see
these new memories, distractions and such
I believe they are doing so much and the
hell nights every once in a while
have left me broken but the windows are open
one night again
forever in my head
but just one, pretend
it will never happen again
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5. |
left handed glove
02:35
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He's everything I could hope for, and more
He's left right, up down, forward back and forth...
He's x y z, and when he strums his chord
He's the fourth dimension calling, and I'm an open door
Into the world
He can pull me out and put me back
In seconds flat
He can shake me like a can, and see me like the man
He hopes I'll be when I'm asleep
Beside his glowing eyes
And he'll treat me like a girl, and he'll never know
How hard I can punch, and when we're in love,
He'll treat me like a whore
And I'm an open door
Into the world
He hopes I'll wake to see his face
But I focus on my own
He hopes I'll wake to see his face
But I'll focus on my own
He hopes I'll wake to see his face
But I focus on my own
He hopes I'll wake to see his face
But I'll focus on my own
I give up my right to live
Without a second a thought
You taught me warmth, comfort, and joy
But now it all must be forgot
You send mixed signals
What the hell is your fucking deal?
I hope I become Your true love
By the end of the year
Or the end of the month
And I'm your left handed glove
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6. |
it's the weekend baby!!!
03:00
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my your days be easy
well
easier than mine
I suffer with the silent
you should try it
never cries to hope for a sigh
on top your afternoon
ITS 3PM AND I AM DUE
to wait
and may your days
escape
Sunday morning, some sort of warning
old Christian tunes
potato chips and turkey soup
(jesus christ, burn me alive)
there's nothing on my mind
but how the past is hard to find
only when your looking
but on weekends, it comes running
my way
I could've thrown up
I could've slept all day
but as the weekend rolled around
caffeine for every hour
I took my car to town
and I climbed the water tower
I kept in mind the weather
and only then I felt better
and I saw Grandpa, and I looked downwards
now I think of those days
cooking us potatoes
(potatoes)
and steak!
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zack scribner Seldovia, Alaska
20y/o noise maker from seldovia, alaska
residing in portland, oregon
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