1. |
I Really Can't Imagine
03:40
|
|||
I really can't imagine another world
from the one that I'm living in here with you.
I do the washing every night
and then we go walking by the moon.
We've got no money
and so little time...
maybe someday baby.
I really can't imagine another time
from the one in this rainy town here and now.
I smoke through the daylight and the evenings
and we scramble together our lives.
We've got some funny jokes,
some hopes for a goldmine...
maybe someday baby.
Magicians, scammers and critics,
well-meaning patsies and cynics;
give me the rotten believers,
the hard-hearted lovers.
Someday we might board a ship
destined to land on Mars...
but lately someday seems so far away.
|
||||
2. |
||||
My eyes sink into the screen
that I still don't know how to read
and all the pretty dark colors
of the world seem out of my reach.
'Oh where did the money go?' we say,
but we really have no rights to preach.
I've got my eyes closed lately,
I have to think about how to breathe.
Love, I'm turning tender,
I'm light on my feet.
All this private joy and grief,
gotta let it out now,
before I fall asleep,
don't want to be without you;
what better could we be?
Don't want to fall asleep.
My thoughts lie out in a park
or any place where my soul feels clean,
cause in the pit of my heart
there isn't anything I don't want to bleach.
Oh, the years just gain significance,
the yellow pages are the fallen leaves,
the rotting record of emotion
it is impossible for me to keep.
Love, I'm turning tender,
I'm light on my feet.
All this private joy and grief,
gotta let it out now,
before I fall asleep,
don't want to be without you;
what better could we be?
Don't want to fall asleep.
(Waltzing to the end of time,
colder as the sky drips dry,
warmer as it flakes with snow,
I feel a smile break 'cross your eyes)
We fly our kite down a dismal lane,
we play in the danger of night,
we pray in our own way.
|
||||
3. |
Golden Syllables
02:29
|
|||
Those golden syllables
that shower down from your mouth,
it's the rhythm I love,
it's the feeling of love.
Those golden syllables
that pour out from you,
I miss them all day,
while I do what I have to.
Well you might wonder
how much I really think about these things;
wonder no more, I hear you singing.
Well you might wonder
how much I really think about these things;
wonder no more, I'm listening.
|
||||
4. |
Concrete
02:57
|
|||
Life's an ever-sharpening blade
pressed to my cheek,
and your mind is a thought grenade
on an abandoned street.
I want to tear apart the world with her
and eat it piece by piece,
I want to trash everything in my heart
to hear her whisper to me.
I want to sing the noble note,
I want to write what the clouds know,
I want to crawl through a black hole,
or a space between the concrete,
all the pressure, the pressure, the pressure,
released.
There's no such thing as evergreen
in a grey city,
and I'm choking on the smoke I make
to keep my sanity.
When I'm running back home tonight
I'll call her lovingly,
and I'll fall into every dream
like it was made for me.
I want to sing the noble note,
I want to write what the clouds know,
I want to crawl through a black hole,
or a space between the concrete,
all the pressure, the pressure, the pressure,
released.
|
||||
5. |
||||
Red bloody evening;
show me your passionate fools.
They are gone from the days
that I live in, they have bled to death.
Tonight the restaurant light
glowed among you soldiers
trained to live on bitter vision;
prove your sweetness is hidden.
Pinned in the morning
for anyone to see, most don't recognize me.
I am a nerve pinched
to unnerve, paint that's scrubbed to clean.
And again the light is hollow
crammed with you henchmen
rewarded for no reason;
prove your sweetness is hidden.
|
||||
6. |
Dream Death
04:12
|
|||
Dream death, dream death, dream death.
Bad dreams, yellow teeth, lost family
I'm cold, I'm cold, I'm cold.
Dream death, old in a hospital,
Dream death, in a classic convertible,
Dream death, obsessed and worn out,
Dream death, one on the piles of people.
But I never even started crying,
I knew somewhere your love was hiding out.
I wanna run, run, run
from my foolish dead self,
to breathe in your real live dreams,
Living.
Dream death, dream death, dream death.
Crowded streets, bloody lips, red faces all burning old,
burning old, burning oil, burning oil,
they're all burning oil.
Dream death, rolled up in a carpet,
Dream death, buried with a locket,
Dream death, there is no ending,
Dream death, just making a living.
But I never even started crying,
I knew somewhere your love was hiding out.
I wanna run, run, run
from my foolish dead self,
to breathe in your real live dreams,
Living.
To breathe in your real live dreams,
Living.
To live in your real live dreams,
Breathing in.
To lie in your only loving arms;
A little dying.
|
||||
7. |
My Domino Mind
02:36
|
|||
I can't just say how it makes me feel;
I like walking along my dirty streets.
I didn't think that the world was real,
and now I know that I was always wrong.
I'm looking for a sense of ease
and I know that life appears slowly as it comes-
just like the trash littered at my feet.
Oh I just want it to stop,
I just want it to stop,
I just want to pause and rest my domino mind,
my domino mind.
|
||||
8. |
Better Than Anything
04:12
|
|||
Wishing and hoping
for a dream to come true;
and how can I tell you
that I'm not a dreamer
when I'm dreaming only of you?
And the way you look at me
is better than anything,
no longer lost, no longer bitter,
I can see stars in December snowfall,
yes, I can see stars in your December nights of strain.
Walking and thinking
after working all day;
and how can I make sense
of what has been happening to us
when you're looking so lovely and brave?
But the way you look at me
is better than anything,
no longer lost, no longer bitter,
I can see stars in December snowfall,
yes, I can see stars in your December nights of strain,
yes, I can see stars even if they're very far away.
|
||||
9. |
The Trash And Vines
01:21
|
|||
The road ahead is strewn with trash and vines,
the time I want to go is far away,
I pay the bills to make the future mine.
I want to step away from lazy lines,
to plant my heart in ground which is not paved,
the road ahead is strewn with trash and vines.
The gaze of grim and leery eyes is fine,
I see them through the dawn and dusk of days,
I pay the bills to make the future mine.
Sometimes I cannot find a place to dine,
I'm caught inside a static, fenced-in maze,
the road ahead is strewn with trash and vines.
The ghost of travel craves a later shrine,
which must be built from how the doldrums play,
I pay the bills to make the future mine.
Each night I know the facts of present shine
with light that pines for fate which is not grey.
The road ahead is strewn with trash and vines,
I pay the bills to make the future mine.
|
||||
10. |
Rain
04:07
|
|||
No, this life is no game,
there is no strategic foresight,
there is no winner declared,
there is no finish line.
The only ending is our own.
Don't let it hurt you,
this song is long enough.
But don't just fly by like the breeze
on this day hidden from the rain.
We may only hope that
we will lie like this again.
We are the funny ones
to consider this type of love;
to be swayed by desires,
for the things that we want.
When I bring you your flowers
I fear the fall of time.
Is my life just a fall
from a ridge who's making is mine?
The only ending is our own.
Don't let it hurt you,
this song is long enough.
But don't just fly by like the breeze
on this day hidden from the rain.
We may only hope that
we will lie like this again.
|
Lt. Frank Dickens
Lt Frank Dickens is the alter ego of Daniel Geddes, a musician. BUY THE LPs AT www.jazrecords.com
Streaming and Download help
If you like Lt. Frank Dickens, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp