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Intro (99 Bottles)
00:31
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I feel weak in my bones,
What was once psychological,
Has turned physical,
I can't think my vision blurs,
The truth creeps in as I deter,
Rather than inquire,
I'm happy then sad,
Then anxiously mad,
I'd pay rent to be content,
Can't pay in time though cause all that I spent,
Asking Ceilings questions,
And pretending everything is pleasant,
"Sounds like your depressed" he said,
"But doc, I already know this",
"Then I don't know what to tell you, kid",
"I'll give you a pill" he said,
"Don't worry about the side effects, oh no",
"I'll give you meds for your meds",
I'm happy then sad,
Then anxiously mad,
I'd pay rent to be content,
Can't pay in time though cause all that I spent,
Asking ceilings questions,
And pretending that everything is pleasant,
Right now I'm feelin fine,
But I'm high and I'm coming down I'm coming down,
I don't wanna lose this life,
Just cause I can't turn around or figure out,
Right now I'm coming down
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My rights have gone wrong,
I've done things a bad man shoulda done,
I'd say I'm sorry but I'm not,
Well I think that maybe that bad man,
Has gone and won,
My feet are so sore,
Long time runnin from door to door,
I'm knockin on many cause I feel I must,
By now you'd think I'd love it but,
It's just lust,
My smarts have gone dumb,
Last I'd seen em in a broken bottle of rum,
And with that rotten taste still on my tongue,
I yelled "Well in this life the dead don't belong!!",
The louder I scream,
The quieter you seem,
It makes me question the way I sing,
How many more sounds til,
You figure out what I mean.
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I can't buy the things that you'd want,
I couldn't even buy you the things that you'd need,
Yeah I am selfish I know this,
I only wanted you for me,
I'm so naive, (3x)
But aren't we all,
I ran out of time,
But your eyes
coulda stopped the clocks form turnin,
But you turned away,
I'd like to thing I was in over my head,
But I'm not even sure what out under it's like,
I'm not scared I swear,
Now that I know what your like it's alright,
I'm so naive, (3x)
But aren't we all,
I ran out of time,
But your eyes
coulda stopped the clocks form turnin,
But you turned away,
I don't feel like trouble (3x)
But troubles all I got
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Beneath The Willow Tree
03:32
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As I sit beneath the willow tree,
I try and think of another place I'd like to be,
But I can't find one,
No more lonely son,
No more anyone,
Hanging flowing wind is blowing,
Mountain tops watch clouds a-floatin,
I guess I'm having fun,
No more holding on,
No more thinky stuff,
As I sit beneath the willow tree,
I try and think of another place I'd like to be,
But I can't find one,
No more lonely son,
No more anyone...
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I told the wind not blow,
But it came anyway and it shattered my bones,
If I have no say in where I am,
Then whose thoughts are these?,
Who speaks like he can?,
I see perfection,
But got knows I need corrections,
I gave my eyes a break today,
For all I've seens enough for me,
If you cut me I will surely bleed
But it runs slow my blood,
It can't catch up with,
I'm long gone,
But I haven't been gone long,
When will I see clearly?,
My eyes are an enigmatic tyranny,
When god shows his face to me,
I'll be sure to contemplate him thoroughly,
But soon of these thoughts I hope to let go,
There are no words for the questions I have,
But what good are words,
They can only be heard,
I hold close what I've learned,
And for this you should laugh,
Cause with just one part of the beast,
Each blind many was so sure,
Close my door,
Cause I've seen it all before,
Even with a blind fold on,
I've seen it all before,
When will I see clearly?,
My eyes are an enigmatic tyranny,
When god shows his face to me,
I'll be sure to contemplate him thoroughly,
But soon of these thoughts I hope to let go,
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