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Echoes
03:09
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when's the next time she will call you up
and tell you to come over
she's been drinking
dancing and spinning some fleetwood mac
on vinyl
she's the girl that you've been longing for
three years of back and forth
and suddenly
staring at cracks in her ceiling
are you happy
talking till two
bout writer's block
and beatles songs
and no thought of how
we get along
and kiss a lot
what if she don't
like you at all
at least you've got
one perfect night
of echoes in
her tile halls
open your eyes when the sun comes out
and close em cuz you're both worn out
dream about days
you spent daydreaming about a night
at her place
talking till two
bout writer's block
and beatles songs
and no thought of how
we get along
and kiss a lot
what if she don't
like you at all
at least you've got
one perfect night
of echoes in
her tile halls
maybe tomorrow
it will be just a fog
living in my head
until I recall it
and if you answer the phone
one time a month or at all
maybe I'll give her a call
to talk about how right we are
***
(taylor swift-style break)
hello?
HAY
oh...
you know, I really like you girl
thanks....
***
talking till two
bout writer's block
and beatles songs
and no thought of how
we get along
and kiss a lot
what if she don't
like you at all
at least you've got
one perfect night
of echoes
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2. |
Bahamas
02:54
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i met a girl in the bahamas
couldn't catch her name through her accent
so I just called her Lacey
cuz she sold my friend some janky-ass shoes
she wore dark sunglasses
and a jogger's stopwatch on her left wrist
i told her i'm in a pop band
and she don't give a shit
i guess i'm singing alone
i followed her back to a starbucks
i can't believe it's in a place like this
did my wizard impression
it got a laugh so i sang her a surefire hit
"that's me in the corner
that's me in the spotlight
losing my religion"
she left me singing alone
and what happened
i thought that all bands were dope
but in the bahamas
they don't
i guess i'm singing alone
i stormed my way back through the shipyard
picked up some pot from a ten year-old kid
didn't get to smoke my friends out though
cuz a sea cop caught me with it
now i'm stuck in a jail cell
tryna tell them i'm famous
i'm the bassist of the miracals
they think i'm daniel radcliff
and what happened
i thought that all bands were dope
but in the bahamas
they don't
i guess i'm singing alone
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3. |
Make Real Friends
03:07
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maybe I should make real friends
so I can go out again
we can drink at houses where we don't know anyone
and grumble why we got no friends
I could text James again
but he's got a new best friend
I could text my friend with benefits
but she don't like when I try to be her man
so I'll just sit alone
scrolling through my phone
wonder who my real friends are
and I could count them on my fingers
but I'll draw
their faces where my calluses are
maybe I should make real friends
maybe I should make real friends
so I drove to a rooftop bar
blasting music in the car
met up with a real good friend surrounded by her roommates
I heard that they hated me
so we went to a different bar
and I got drunk and felt her up
now I lost another friend to sex
I should resist it
I should be a better man
so I'll just sit at home
for days I sit alone
and wallow that I got no one
to put my arm around
and drive to the griffith
hike in the midday sun
maybe I should make real friends
maybe I should make real friends
but I don't understand
am I not friendly
cuz the pretentious kids
all have it in for me
they don't know who I am
maybe that's my problem
am I a decent friend
anyone need a friend
like me
everyday I go outside
walk in the park, sunlight
go to a show
call it a night
and I wonder why I got no friends
maybe I should make real friends
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4. |
In The 90's
03:05
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I met a girl
with shiny hair
and perfect skin
I went
over to play with her
but she ran away
so I followed her
the teacher stopped and put
us in our own corners
my hair would be so dope in the nineties
a part in the middle
matching my ripped blue jeans
I'd meet my Topanga
and we would be best friends
and get married
we'd only have three walls
and I'd go to school with my best friends
and my hair would look better than
it's looked
since the nineties
a couple years went by
our lockers right beside each other
still but I couldn't say hi
now I'm stuck watching you with
boys with watches and frosted tips
never got the guts to put that shit
in my hair
but it would have been
so dope in the nineties
a part in the middle
matching my ripped blue jeans
I'd meet my Topanga
and we would be best friends
and get married
we'd only have three walls
and I'd go to school with my best friends
and my hair would look better than
it's looked
since the nineties
but I
don't wanna be your boyfriend
we might just stop talking
cuz that's how I am
so I'll
IM you in the morning
while you wait for the Johnson's
they're running late again
so I'll mess up my hair
lemme play with my hair
woo
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