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jesus crawling
02:07
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Face down in the hallway when you called me
I was ready but I lost my nerve
I needed a taste then I drank too much
I felt everything starting to circle me
So much for moderation
She's given up on me
Every time that I reach down
I tend to go to extremes
I feel my heartbeat banging like a gun in my head
The dog is walking a circle around me
So much for moderation
She's given up on me
Every time that I reach down
I tend to go to extremes
Too much fun to night
I stepped out of my head
Had another one
Too much fun tonight
I needed out of my head
Had another one and another one
Face down in the hallway when you called me
I was ill
Had my heartbeat banging like a gun in my head
The dust ring circle framed everything about me
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blues cruise
03:12
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Talking to myself - I never have quite figured out.
Kicking in my health - I like it bad so I breathe you in.
Something in our mixture, it feels like distemper again.
I'm a bucket with a hole; I've got nothing to give.
Like a door without a wall, there is nothing to keep you in.
Something in my mixture freezes like a picture again.
You're a very pretty girl. Sometimes you let it go to your head.
Talking to myself is all I have to figure you out.
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amelia
02:33
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When you're not around I fall apart; I need you Amelia.
When you tie me down, I feel nothing; fix me Amelia
Say, can you take me home?
I'm in a bad spot tonight.
I can't find my keys and I need a ride.
You say that I treat you like a house of cards--
I stand you up until you fall apart.
I swear. No more bullshit. No more lying. No more nothing else.
Will you come find me? I'm damn near nothing.
Don't untie me.
Just lay here beside me.
Please don't say, "Not tonight," Amelia dear.
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blew year
02:44
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Seven hours ago I was ready to leave you;
Now you’re ready to tell me how my heart should act.
How will I ever know that I should listen to reason if you’re willing to give me what my heart wants most?
I wanna know if you twirl your hair when you think of me and oh,
I can hold my breath but don’t let me if it’s not so
It doesn’t make a difference who we are
I can get together
You look good in any weather
I was dying to see you but we don’t have a single thing to say;
Now I’m ready to fit a rope around my neck.
You’re always ready to leave town;
You always say that it will end this way until I’m ready to tell you what your heart already knows
You wanna know like if I lied to you when I said I was alone
I say the hair is yours but you say its too long
It doesn’t make a difference whose it is
We always get together
I think we’ve reached that place;
We’ve got nowhere else to go except to pull each other’s head off.
You need to take that train so I can follow you there---just like we did the last time
Seven hours to go and I’m ready to be with you
I need someone to tell me how my heart should act.
I’m all alone. Are you?
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all my worms
02:09
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I ran into you on a sidewalk, heading for a dive, in the middle of the day.
I was going batshit and it was hot and I hated everybody.
You were walking like money, smelling of sweet Lancôme , with a look of disdain on your face.
Tell me how could I hate you?
You looked like a porcelain vase, just as empty, but twice the art.
Could not remember your name; made a face like I missed you.
I wasted no time giving myself to you.
It was a hard line to come up with why it was through.
I tried to keep a straight face, so you wouldn't tear me apart.
Cannot remember to remember your name, but I'll never forget you, whoever you are.
Just too hard to keep my head around you; hard enough to keep my feet on the ground.
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i couldn't handle it
02:22
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king of the smooth
01:57
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i'm dying to tell you
but i am afraid of this
and i
got a feeling that i think too much
it's not what i say
it's the touch
who cares where this goes?
just be king of the smooth
i wish i could
just tell you
then you'd show me the way out
oh i
got a feeling that i talk too much
it's not what i say
it's the touch
who cares where this goes?
just be king of the smooth
i'm thinking "not today."
i got a feeling that i'll fuck this up
if i talk too much
if i spill out my guts
let this go
just be king of the smooth.
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