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Sleepless In Chicago
02:56
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Trying to find warmth on a Chicago summer night
We've tried running, we've tried staying, we've tried to try
but something's not right,
yeah something's not right.
We tried to decipher what life really means
but everyday a new deed is keeping us from being free.
I've met many people, some young, some old
and it's never hard to figure out who are the smart and the bold
yeah, who can take this walk alone.
All the ones who said they're getting high on life
are now in a dumpster, trying to get by.
Here's to the nights we felt alive.
We break when the wind blows by
but not for lack of heart
but for the distance we thought we'd never find
I've talked to pariahs, I've talked to the rich
I talked to a reborn man, saying he's found his faith again
Yeah, he's found his faith again.
He tried to tell me what life really means
And who am I to judge?
But I don't find it as simple as it seems.
I drift to the corner of Madison and California
Keep my eyes wide open, keep my mind from wandering too much
But I'm just out of touch.
Turn around see a man begging for his life
A gun pointed to his head, he closes his eyes and he cries
from sunrise to sunset, I breathe this privileged air.
I've tried to run, I've tried to stay, I've tried to try
but something's not right.
Here's to the nights we felt alive.
We break when the wind blows by
but not for lack of heart
but for the distance we thought we'd never find
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Worms on the Pavement
02:55
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embedded in our minds is this hate, filth, and lies
no need for sympathy, no need for alibis
contrition's never found in the heart of a thief
despite what we want to believe
maybe we have lost our minds, so desenstized
the city wears a clever disguise
an innocence shown but fades over time
soon enough the clouds overhead
open up and cry for the dead
this is our time to see what we can find
we're just worms on a pavement
drying out from the noonhigh sun
desperate for the attention
consequences: our race has run
the dentist got a cavity, the shrink shot up a school
the doctor forgot his medicine, he's acting like a fool
the judge is drinking whiskey thinking about the past
the teacher's giving answers to a question never asked
and i think it's time, rethink what we had in mind
we're just worms on a pavement
drying out from the noonhigh sun
desperate for the attention
consequences: our race has run
no need to see
no need to dream
the birds circle around
we're in too deep that we'll never touch the ground
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The Man in the Red Suit
03:58
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hear the pounding of the ingrate
insensitive in struggle
the anger that's mounting in her head
a lethal dose of trouble, there's no doubt
combat the lonely demons
that haunt you day and night
there's no one here to save you
just the pounding of the night
its too late, its too late
its too late, its too late
i wanna dream too, the door's in lieu of me
you say its fine
you can handle it
it never is
not for the middle man
its not, its not
blame the kids
blame your insomnia
blame the government
but not the one who caused it
throw the past in your closet
just for a life or two
let the man in the red suit
persuade your tiny mind its true
its too late, its too late
its too late, its too late
i wanna live too, but its not enough for you
you say its fine
you can handle it
it never is
not for the middle man
its not, its not
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Dim Light
04:02
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dim light at the end of a lonely street
the longest walk to take
seperates the worst from the dead
or so we see it
you find a voice to reconcile every single day
every single moment in every single way
you always were the outcast child and felt pushed away
so you chew away your fingernails and smoke away your pain
you visit a therapist once or twice a week
he tells you what to do, he tells you what to think
brainwashed child by tv, alcohol, and dope
its always a diversion, a simple way to cope
it never seems all that bad, til you throw away all you have
its been years since ive seen your face in a different time, in a different place
ever since the bridge fell down, youve been going through a phase
"i dont need no family, ill try to be strong"
but all ive heard are stories how youve proved yourself wrong
a mind's lack of self respect is an impending defeat
a fool that cowers in the mud, living on his knees
never adds up to anything that deserves to breathe
always giving up and no mental reprieve of it
it never seems all that bad, til you throw away all you have
dim light at the end of a lonely street
the light flickers out
is it a defeat
or a new beginning?
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