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Head to Herod
03:22
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It’s time to sell the restaurant
Invest all your money in gold
I’ve been panning on the Potomac in-swing
Where riches seem to elude me
I’ve heard it’s more fertile in California
Baby can we map this out
A wise prophet once said to a river-crazed psycho
You’re the only man that was listening
And the only teacher teaching
She said she loved dancing in the rain
And I can’t think of anything more stupid to say to me
She just parakeets
Any tired thing
I won’t give your head to Herod
Severed on a plate
And if I find some gold this winter
I’ll gift you what I make
I hope that shepherds pie
Tastes like I would often taste
And I’ll come and see you
Drenched and muddy
Shattered by the rain
And I don’t care if you’re sober
Don’t mind if you’re insane
Crippled I shake my wet coat greeting
I part my dripping hair
A wise prophet once said to
To a river-crazed psycho
You’re the only man that was there
And the rest are headed nowhere
And she said
That I ought to be ashamed
And I can’t think of anything
More perfect to say to me
I have devolved into
A very tired thing
I won’t serve your head to Herod
Severed on a plate
And if I find some gold this winter
I’ll keep all that I make
And I hope that Sheperds pie
Test just like
I would never taste
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2. |
How Things Have Been
02:14
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3. |
Susquehanna
02:20
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And I’m the one who loves you
sporting ornamental virtue
What you see is
What you’ve let linger on
And no matter how many pant suits
Dissertations
restaurant reviews
I promise that they’ll always fucking
Hate you
And I’m the one who loves you
A belly forever bouncing towards you
A reaching arm grabbing dress fabric
Pulling you straight from the carriage
And you can hide
In natures beautiful
National parks
And civic duties
But your worthlessness
Will always linger
Like an angel
A hovering Spirit
With the Catholic Churches empty
She’s taking off her top
In a park garage
Underneath the bar
With her hand on my throbbing
Erect and firm
And then we started
My sorrow is all
I have left now
And could you learn to love
Through All of this treachery?
And if I spit you out
Will you still understand?
And I suppose I’m pretty far
From Susquehanna
I supposed that’s pretty far
From what we had
But I’ll always be fine alone
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One eye open
You were not sleeping
I aired my shoes in the yard
While you were sobbing
At my brothers wedding
I was Twitchy and wandering
I keep drilling holes
In new rock bottoms
And notes from the
Basement
Notes from the city
And I’ve always suspected
That I was a despicable man
And friends are dying
Better friends are dejected
And I hear the hum of air conditioner
Outside my window
But here I lie
Admiring murals
From an old life
A new despair
And I know that I
Could hardly
Stand up straight
But I hoped that wouldn’t matter
And I know that I was
Ill equipped
To protect our love from
Disaster
But don’t you think that I
Tried not to lose you?
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