1. |
Not My Thing
02:50
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Down near her ribs
there's a younger version of Anastasia
who doesn't purse her lips
or hate us for having fun
she excuses herself
before her turn comes
We know why she left
there was no reason to feel
ashamed or embarrassed
you see
Stasia's a little inexperienced
and this place is a cesspool
But she can't comment on that
I spent a night there once it was
not my thing
why would she feel her life's incomplete
without a wedding ring or a husband
and some kids of her own
her dog Ginger's had a stroke
its head leans to one side
I think one more month or two
poor Gingy will mmhmm
And Yolanda Maria's ashes
in the vase in the living room
oh God, I could not ask
if the bullet she did it with was in there too
of course, she can't comment on that
I spent a night there once it was
not my thing
why would she feel her life's incomplete
without a wedding ring or some asshole
and children of her own
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2. |
Garden
03:41
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I could live my life in shadows
show up to parties in disguise
or I could wander past the limits
and make my bed among the pines
I would love to start a garden
could easily live off of the land
I wouldn't have to beg your pardon
if ever things got out of hand
and we could contemplate the pavement
standing 50 stories high
and we could wonder about obedience
and laugh about the reasons why
I would love to start a garden
could easily live off of the land
I wouldn't have to beg your pardon
if ever things got out of hand
why'd you make me feel so useless
when it's not how I should feel
now this undeserving audience
hears a lesson no one wants to hear
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3. |
Fog
04:08
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We heard there would be rain
off and on all day
decision time came
decisions were made
so we trekked up the mountain
I yearned to hold your hand
trading stories of our childhoods
and of our motherlands
you paused at a clearing
to appreciate the view
I stopped instead
to look at you
everything was new
everything was new
there's fog on the Atlanta skyline
oh how I hesitate to make you mine
we went out to the show
you'd never seen before
fireworks and rednecks
they added to the score
we'd come down the mountain
to find ourselves a spot
trading stories of some sentiment
but also afterthought
you paused when the lights went down
to appreciate the view
I stopped instead
to look at you
everything was new
everything was new
there's fog on the Atlanta skyline
oh how I hesitate to make you mine
oh I hesitate to make you mine
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4. |
Goodbye, I Guess
02:48
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She left in the car designated to her
she had secrets buried
so we divorced in the same courthouse
where my parents married
their plan was to move away
she didn't want to leave their place
so he took to the west on his own
then saw her out with some guy in L.A.
and all the trips she'd sent him on were fueled by guilt
now he's saving all his gasoline
I've got a good idea
let's move to a small town
we will be near your crazy mother
you'll get the big house
when we no longer love each other
goodbye, I guess
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5. |
Capoeira Cara
02:08
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Capoeira Cara pisses in her shower
where the disco light's installed
beats me at everything
then makes me wear her summer dress
and twerk on her bedroom wall
coincidentally Cara doesn't care
Cara doesn't care for goodbyes
so why should I
Capoeira Cara exposes me to dirty broken phrases in Portuguese,
flying kicks and cartwheels, circles of death,
and chants in karate pants
enlightens me with a cigarette that she bummed off a bum
outside of Church after karaoke night
apparently Cara doesn't believe in cancer
Cara doesn't believe in goodbyes
so why should I
capoeira Cara crying in my shower
although the water's fine
champion of everything
have I lost to her for the very last time
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6. |
Photo
03:17
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She looked at the photo
despite my strongest words
her eyes were drawn to something familiar
something hurt
who's that girl in his picture
the thin one wearing half a skirt?
now I'm lying in her bedroom
and I always tell the truth
it doesn't matter who she is
she's not as intelligent as you
who's that girl in the corner
whose face wears a knowing grin?
well, it doesn't matter, but she's asking the question
what is wrong with me,
why does everyone I love do me wrong?
I don't know, it's undeserved
but it's her and I who are left
and she's still thinking that
who's that girl in his kitchen?
they're always fixing fancy meals
well, it doesn't matter, but she's asking the quesition
what is wrong with me,
why does everyone I love do me wrong?
I don't know, it's undeserved
but it's her and I who are left
and she's still thinking that
and I wonder should I stay
does she think that I should stay
all my friends say do not stay
but I guess that I could wait until she's done thinking that
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7. |
Still
02:46
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It's time to play pretend
it's easy to do when
you're surrounded by all the like-minded who will not second guess
but me, I'm cynical and restless and I question all I hear
I look around and wonder at the things you hope and fear
but when the loved ones fade out, then my swollen eyes will tear
so I'll still thank god you are here
I'll still thank god you are here
sure I'll come along if you don't mind my questions and my friends
they're full of logic and scientific facts
they'll throw them in your face
and we may congregate and snicker at the things that you hold dear
we'll hold our heads up high while you have yours bowed in prayer
but the wrinkles on our faces are proof time does disappear
so I'll still thank god you are here
I'll still thank god you are here
oh, I gotta wonder
all the stories in your good book you recount as if they were real
all the crazy things your pastor says you take with no appeal
but when life provides no answers I just stare into my beer
so I'll still thank god you are here
I'll still thank god you are here
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8. |
It Would
02:17
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I may rush
I may tire
though I know it's not required
I may blush
I may perspire
but I will not be made a liar
but it could feel so good, it would
it would feel so good, it would
settled dust
what I've acquired
doesn't mean I'm not inspired
but it could feel so good, it would
it would feel so good, it would
it would feel so good, it would
it would feel so good, it would
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9. |
Travels
02:39
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I left my home, two dogs, and a bank loan
I left them following a girl I thought I loved
but I've been told I was only running
but if I was running what was I running from
please tell me if you, like, feel the way I do
or tell me if I should stop asking you
and I suppose I'll still remember when I'm old
the way I felt before I had to go
cause she said no, we both got what we needed
the circumstantial love has turned me off
please tell me if you feel the way I do
or tell me if I should stop asking you
I left my home, two dogs, and a bank loan
I left them following a girl I thought I loved
but she said no, we both got what we needed
the circumstantial love has turned me off
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10. |
From Me
03:57
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Send my love to Erin
she's the girl with the scarf and gloves
she doesn't know what I'm thinking
or maybe she does
send my love to Erin
should it be summer when you call
that should pose no problem
spirit glints from her eyes
it dances on her hands
you'll know Erin
and she doesn't seem to say
anything she doesn't want to say
except for that one thing
she acts to honor logic and sense of right
but in so doing makes a sacrifice she doesn't realize
send my love to Erin
she'll find some good in almost any try
and direct you to the beauty of a moonlit sky at night
to all the people she has touched
she sends handwritten letters
so here is my offer in return
but she doesn't seem to be
anything she doesn't want to be
except for that one thing
she acts to honor logic and sense of right
but in so doing makes a sacrifice she doesn't realize
or does she realize?
send my love to Erin
send my love to Erin
please give my love to Erin
because she won't take it from me
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11. |
Why Don't We Go Home
03:04
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Wooden tables on the street
the asphalt scrapes your feet
you've gone to buy their goods and wares
things that you find interesting
but when you said, ooh
I thought you said, aah
I thought you said
all the fried food on the sticks
and everything we hid from each other
kids with faces painted on, you shed your mask
you must be dying of shame
you tried to save, ooh
the face you made, ahh
was so unnatural
so I made my way into town per your request
35 minutes en route
when I thought that I should pick up the phone
I've been thinking I'd rather not live this way
I commanded all to flee
started a stampede
I regretted it right then
your face against the chain link fence
you tried to yell, ooh
it was too late to yell, aah
it was too late to yell
why don't we go home?
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Julian Morena Atlanta, Georgia
New song 'Torch' out on June 3rd, 2022!
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