1. |
Lost Cause
00:39
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Oh can you hear
What's the matter my dear
Is it a
Is it a lost cause?
Oh can you hear
Well there's nothing to fear
Is it a
Is it a lost cause?
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2. |
Hotel Belfar
02:57
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All the times that I've been told
The way the story goes
And now I'm standing here broken alone
On the city streets where I was raised
I'm unemployed, but unafraid
I've got enough cigarettes, to get me through next week
I'm sick of New York summer heat
These stompin' grounds, familiar beats
I'm tryna live a dream, not easy as it seems
Let me show you what I got
I'm selling something can't be taught
Stomach's tying up in knots
Give me a chance and you'll see
The fire in my soul
Kick me down and still I roll
Plenty tread left on these souls
Lead this horse to water
Summertime seems to be fine
I like the heat and I don't mind
All the crowds of people
Filling up the street
The cold comes, I go and hide
I shiver all throughout my spine
My mind begins to wonder, where I'll be next week
But when I fall I'll rise again
Can't let myself beat me again
I don't care to be your pawn, I don't care to let you win
Let me show you what I got
I'm selling something can't be taught
Stomach's tying up in knots
Give me a chance and you'll see
The fire in my soul
Kick me down and still I roll
Plenty tread left on these souls
Lead this horse to water
I've been to Hotel Belfar
New York ain't nothin but rats and cars
I've run through the back bay
Boston's a bore and more of the same
I've been to Hotel Belfar
New York ain't nothin but rats and cars
I've run through the back bay
Boston's a bore and more of the same
And I think I better take a trip to Hotel Belfar baby
Let me show you what I got
I'm selling something can't be taught
Stomach's tying up in knots
Give me a chance and you'll see
The fire in my soul
Kick me down and still I roll
Plenty tread left on these souls
Lead this horse to water
Let me show you what I got
I'm selling something can't be taught
Stomach's tying up in knots
Give me a chance and you'll see
The fire in my soul (I've been to Hotel Belfar)
Kick me down and still I roll (New York ain't nothing but rats and cars)
Plenty tread left on these souls (I've run through the back bay)
Lead this horse to water (Boston's a bore and more of the same)
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3. |
My God
02:55
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My god is simple, my god is kind
Ain't nothing fancy, just a guy like us no mastermind
He lives in the Back Bay
He drinks too much
He's always late
Oh way ay ay ay ay ay oh
My god is near to us
He tokes from time to time
He loves the white man and the black man
Cuz he's colorblind
He is a flaming gay
He talks too much
He masturbates
Oh way ay ay ay ay ay oh
Oh way ay ay ay ay ay oh wayay
Now how's your vocabulary?
Reading your good book twice a week
I hope he's gonna help you win it big, win a lot
Cuz when you're stuck with him my god, you're out of luck
My gods an asshole
He doesn't give a shit
He sucks a Juul
And tells the kids
That they should take a hit
He lives on cape cod
He drinks too much and yells a lot
Oh way ay ay ay ay ay oh
Oh way ay ay ay ay ay oh wayay
Now how's your vocabulary?
Reading your good book twice a week
I hope he's gonna help you win it big, win a lot
Cuz when you're stuck with him my god, you're out of luck
My god's a nervous wreck
Takes pills from time to time
Sometimes prescribed and then
Sometimes he takes the pills he finds
He is paranoid he thinks all shrinks are Sigmund Freud
Oh way ay ay ay ay ay oh
Oh way ay ay ay ay ay oh wayay
Now how's your vocabulary?
Reading your good book twice a week
I hope he's gonna help you win it big, win a lot
Cuz when you're stuck with him my god, you're out of luck
Cuz when you're stuck with him my god, you're out of luck
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4. |
Queen Street
03:54
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I haven't seen you in two years
Frankly I'm intimidated
You walk the cobbled stones like you're made of air
I've never seen that before
Taking sips off your dampened cigarette
The furthest I will go, since I haven't kissed you yet
I know it's wrong but I can't think of nothing else
But I'll listen to you ramble to the sound of distant church bells ringing
I didn't think I'd feel this way
But now I'm thinking of you every day
And how I'd give it all just to whisper something sweet
Over southern cuts and coffee on queen street
Sunday Morning came and went
The cars flew by me as I drove back home again
Cotton fields, past rundown paper mills
Blue eyes in grey skies all along the high way, singing
I didn't think I'd feel this way
But now I'm thinking of you every day
And how I'd give it all just to whisper something sweet
Over southern cuts and coffee on queen street
Now you're way out in Chicago
Waiting tables in some fancy restaurant
I bet I rarely cross your mind
But would you smile if you heard my name?
Would you smile if you heard my name?
Would you smile if you heard my name?
Would you smile if you heard my name?
I didn't think I'd feel this way
But now I'm thinking of you every day
And how I'd give it all just to whisper something sweet
Over southern cuts and coffee…
Over southern cuts and coffee on queen street
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5. |
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Hey, hey, I don't give a fuck
About your sleazy ass ways, stuck in the mud
Well it was one for the money but you didn't show
And by three I was gone I was sick as a dog
Three I was gone I was sick as a dog
Your mama should have told you to be nice to boys
Cuz some get broken hearted and start making' noise
I can scream I can shout, Oh what good will it do?
Over and out and a big fuck you
Not gonna spread a rumor, but you make me sick
Left me after three days, god damn what a prick
Now you're smokin' cigarettes in the New England fog
And I'm not gonna lie you make me sick as a dog
Not gonna lie you make me sick as a dog
Hey, hey, I don't give a fuck
About your sleazy ass ways, stuck in the mud
Well it was one for the money but you didn't show
And by three I was gone I was sick as a dog
Three I was gone I was sick as a dog
Three hours gone I was sick as a dog
Drank the whole bottle now I'm feeling real lost
You broke my heart so it's a big fuck you I'm gone
I miss the smell of your perfume, the way you hit the blunt
Left me after three days we fuck inside the bedroom
Go my own way, know you throwin' shade, smack me in the face
Now I'm getting lipstick on my face, I can't seem to stay away
Stuck inside the mud you call my phone I pick up right away
Hey, hey, I don't give a fuck
About your sleazy ass ways, stuck in the mud
Well it was one for the money but you didn't show
And by three I was gone I was sick as a dog
Three I was gone I was sick as a dog
Big man upstairs, I don't think he's got my back
Cuz I've never been one to pray or give back
To all the people who try to control how I live
Well I'm not gonna lie you make me sick as a dog
Here's to all the haters, nay-sayers, and cucks
Say what you will, I don't give a fuck
To all the people who told me to keep my day job
Well I'm not gonna lie you make me sick as a dog
Not gonna lie you make me sick as a dog
Hey, hey, I don't give a fuck
About your sleazy ass ways, stuck in the mud
Well it was one for the money but you didn't show
And by three I was gone I was sick as a dog
Three I was gone I was sick as a dog
About your sleazy ass ways, stuck in the mud
(The way you hit the blunt, now I'm feeling real lost
Well it was one for the money but you didn't show
(Left me after three days, fuck you I'm gone)
And by three I was gone I was sick as a dog
Three I was gone I was sick as a dog
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6. |
Clean Slate
02:57
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I think I'm starting out
Starting over again
It's a clean slate
Where do I Begin
I think I'm freaking out
Like a punch in the gut
Gonna lose my mind
Like a punch in the gut
Gonna lose my mind
Look my way you psycho in ripped jeans
I'm crying out, like a loser
I know I'm out of luck and you're so hot
But god damn
I hate the way you walk
In the mall parking lot
Don't even know your name
But I hate your guts
What the fucks wrong with me?
I give in I give up and I try to repent
Just to fall on my knees and do it again
Look my way you psycho in ripped jeans
I'm crying out, like a loser
I know I'm out of luck and you're so hot
But god damn
You think it's impossible hear me out
Run away from the pain, the fear, and doubt
Breaking away, there's another way
I'm sick of everything
You think it's impossible don't look down
You got me bleeding out
Getting light in the head
The room is spinning
I'm trying to speak
Look my way you psycho in ripped jeans
I'm crying out, like a loser
I know I'm out of luck and you're so hot
But god damn
Look my way you psycho in ripped jeans
I'm crying out, like a loser
I know I'm out of luck and you're so hot
But god damn
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7. |
Lose / Lose
04:00
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Scrape yourself up off the floor
Can't tell what's going on
Bruises from the night before
Image clear and then it's gone
Take your time, catch your breath
Til' the shivers slip away
Have a bump of coke and a cigarette
And it's back into the fray
Understand it's never gonna happen for you
Realize the lies and what's true
Understand it's never gonna happen
And you lose lose lose...
Shaking hands and sunken eyes
And a stabbing in your head
Losing count of the bottles you've got
Stashed under your bed
Your friends are falling burning out
Biting dust one at a time
A couple dead, a few more gone
But you, you walk a line
Understand it's never gonna happen for you
Realize the lies and what's true
Understand it's never gonna happen
And you lose lose lose...
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8. |
Graduation Day
04:05
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Standing on an unfinished porch
On our way to Newbury Street
The sound of laughter is giving me chills
Standing out on the hot concrete
Drive oh about a hundred miles
Just to see my band play for a few
But is the summer is it getting you down
You could have been here and started new
Give it time graduation day is coming
Another day in a life full of remiss
We'll be fine graduation day is coming
Another day in a life you'll never miss
Drop a needle on a worn out track
That we've played a thousand times
Come on Eileen til' the neighbors complain
And they call your mom to drop a dime
Life is simple and the dogs are fine
But tempo's about to change
Now I wonder if you knew back then
How far your head was down the drain
Give it time graduation day is coming
Another day in a life full of remiss
We'll be fine graduation day is coming
Another day in a life you'll never miss
Give it Time, graduation day is coming
Give it Time, graduation day is coming
We'll be fine, graduation day is coming
We'll be fine, graduation day is coming
Give it time graduation day is coming
Another day in a life full of remiss
We'll be fine graduation day is coming
Another day in a life you'll never miss
Give it time graduation day is coming
Another day in a life full of remiss
We'll be fine graduation day is coming
Another day in a life you'll never miss
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9. |
Locker Room Talk
03:06
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Woke up in a coma, a steaming vat
Just shook off another heart attack
Navy dress pants to try and look sleek
Believe what they say, been a savior for about two weeks
Dressed for success but your belt buckle's loose
I hate the way we put girls on a noose
Saying boys will be boys will be assholes that's fine
But you keep it clean or else you're gonna die
Ugly talk and we turn a blind eye
Idle talk tends to make us sigh, yea
Kill em' all talk and they'll wonder why
But locker room talk
That makes me cry
Yea locker room talk
That makes me cry
I've heard this before, but nothing's in store
For those who don't care to talk politely
Don't listen to him you got a friend in me
I don't believe this I'm done talking nice
I don't believe that I have to ask twice
Entitled to money and women and fame
If I'm being honest that sounds pretty lame
Ugly talk and we turn a blind eye
Idle talk tends to make us sigh, yea
Kill em' all talk and they'll wonder why
But locker room talk
That makes me cry
Yea locker room talk
That makes me cry
Ugly talk and we turn a blind eye
Idle talk tends to make us sigh, yea
Kill em' all talk and they'll wonder why
But locker room talk
That makes me cry
Ugly talk and we turn a blind eye
Idle talk tends to make us sigh, yea
Kill em' all talk and they'll wonder why
But locker room talk
That makes me cry
Yea locker room talk
That makes me cry
Yea locker room talk
That makes me cry
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10. |
Through the Night
03:31
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I'm always running around
I'm always running away
With no idea where I'm going
I'm not afraid of the dark
I'm not afraid of the light
I guess I'm scared of not knowing
It's like I'm walking slowly
Into walls of brick and fire
Without a trace of laughter love or light
I try to slow the coming tide
But I slip into the mire
But even so I make it through the night
I guess I've been wrung out
I haven't smoked in a while
Now I don't know where i'm going
Whatever happened to us
Was all that bullshit trust
A hole for pain to start growing
It's like I'm walking slowly
Into walls of brick and fire
Without a trace of laughter love or light
I try to slow the coming tide
But I slip into the mire
But even so I make it through the night
Somebody take my hand, get me off this rock
I'm screaming at the door, open the lock
Someone to love, someone to hold me through the pain
Someone that I can give the same.
It's like I'm walking slowly
Into walls of brick and fire
Without a trace of laughter love or light
I try to slow the coming tide
But I slip into the mire
But even so I make it through the night
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