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Lemme tell you just how bad it feels
‘Cause I’ve lived through it firsthand
Don’t get any better this, boy
It’s like waking up in Zombieland
Have you ever been broken
Have you ever been split in two
Have you ever been smashed to bits
Till there’s nothing left but residue
Have you ever been broken
Have you ever been broken
Lemme tell you just how much it sucks
And every day is one more day to rue
You say you want to end it all
But you’re a coward through and through
Have you ever been hurt so bad
Have you ever felt the deepest sad
Lemme tell you it ain’t no Penny Lane
This desert where you find yourself marooned
You can try to escape to the past
But nostalgia is just pain from an old wound
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This is the world that I dreamed of
This is the world made out of dust
I had no maps and I had no plans
And when I look back I'm nonplussed
This is the house I built for you
And I did it with my own two hands
These are the tales I made for you
Sewn together from disparate strands
This is the world that I never had
This is the world that I never knew
In this world there was never no love
I was beaten black and blue
I did it for love
Love, love, love
I did it for love
Love is all you need
This is the world that I wanted
This is the world that I never got
In this world I just say fuck it
Just say fuck it to all I'd been taught
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The Swimmer
03:48
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I was once a swimmer with a lake all to myself
And I spent my days in endless contemplation
Was it all a quest, was it all for love
Was it just self-flagellation
I live in a house at the end of a dirt road
If you think of me my door is always ajar
I won't give up hope, it’s all that I got left
Decoding your eyes like Balthazar
To feel your warmth again
The smell of your honeyed breath
The smoothness of your inner thigh
To be in that dream once more
That yawning sacred place
Like floating in the sweet by and by
But I am in that house at the end of a dirt road
And the days wash and wane without gravity
I scribble down some words, the measure of my pain
Like a decayed nerve in the depths of a cavity
It's a desert out here
This land of endless wandering
This scorched earth where dreams come to die
The dry season is endless
Nothing ever grows
Spread out under an acrid brown sky
I never left that house at the end of a dirt road
The windows are shuttered and I don't got no view
I am writing stories, tales of terrible times
Etched on our skin like a visceral tattoo
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Across the Threshold
03:57
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I am out here in these autumn years
And winter’s right around the bend
Got a feeling deep down in my guts
That I’m about to reach a bad end
Won’t you bring me across the threshold
And hold me in the way only you can
Won’t take me on over the great divide
Please be my helmswoman
I’ve been lost and lonely for so long
Like a prospector who never found his vein
If you see me I looked withered
Like I’ve done way too much cocaine
If I could ask you a little favor
Don’t be so quick to dispense of me
I don’t got all that much to offer
But what I got is a certain intensity
If there’s a future it better come quick
Because for me time is running out
My youth is buried behind a lowland creek
And tomorrow’s seriously in doubt
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Our Strange Magic
03:57
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No one can explain it
Certainly not you or me
It happened just the way that it happened
It happened so easily
From the moment I first laid my eyes on you
I felt that peculiar buzz
And if you ask me why that is
I can only say because
Our strange magic
We feel just what we feel
Our strange magic
And what we feel is real
Our strange magic
It is just what it is
Our strange magic
By golly gee whiz
There is something about your gentle hands
Something about the way that you talk
Something about your deep green eyes
That makes it all a cakewalk
I never have to struggle
To get my feelings across
And girl when you’re not around
I really feel at a loss
If this ain’t love
Well what the hell do you name it
If this ain’t love
I would like to proclaim it
It feels so strange and foreign to me
Like a flavor I’ve never tasted
Every time we snuggle up
We fit together cut and pasted
Can’t imagine losing you
The thought of it makes me sick
That we ever found each other at all
It’s our greatest magic trick
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Magical Thinking
04:55
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Nothing truly matters
Except for how I think
You can say that I'm wrong
And my mind is on the blink
My mind is on the blink
There ain't no meaning
Except what I say is real
'Cause what I say is real
Just reflects how I feel
Such is the power of magical thinking
Such is the hour of the times we're living in
Such is the power of magical thinking
Caught by the hair of our chinny-chin-chin
Nothing really does it
Like the power of suggestion
You hear what you want
And you never ask a question
Don't ask a question
Life is so simple
When you don’t use your brain
But the second you do that
The whole wide world's gone insane
Just pull down the curtain
And hide under your bed
And tell yourself there ain't no strife
Just turn off the TV
Disconnect the internet
And tell yourself it's a wonderful life
If you say you’re smart
Who will say that you’re not
Yeah you know it all
Much smarter than Descartes
You are so smart
Do just what you please
Don't care for consequence
It is your world
A life in present tense
Everything you know is true
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I am not hap-happy
Yeah I am pretty bummed
Things have gone all screwy and haywire
I did all I could do
But it wasn't good enough I guess
'Cause I failed to set the world afire
It's time to wrap it up
Time to say farewell
Time to put my junk back on the shelf
Don't wanna get no older
Don't wanna turn to shit
I think I'd rather kill myself
I am not so thrilled
With the way that I turned out
It's like something has drained me of my youth
My skin is all dull and spotty
My hair is all but gone
That is nature's cold hard truth
I just can't be bothered
With being Mister Nice
I'd rather punch you right in the face
I just can't BS
Don't see there's any point
Soon I will be gone without a trace
I am not too keen
On how my life's played out
I am old with nothing to show
I wrote a bunch of songs
I tried to tell my truth
But I never found the end of the rainbow
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How the West Was Won
04:08
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I can feel you breathing down my neck
I can tell you just wanna push me aside
I don't got no place here no more, oh no
And I'm supposed to let it all slide
Leave me alone
Just let go of me
Bye-bye, y'all
Bye-bye
I don't got no power over no one
And I guess that that is for the best
I will find a hole and I will crawl off into it
And you can have all the rest
If I could just fade away I know I would
Without all the fuss and bother
Without all the fuss and bother
Looks to me like you're always smiling
Like you're wincing from staring at the sun
But I know why are always smiling
Because in your smug way you know you won
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Forget About It
03:57
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The hardest thing
The hardest thing for me to do
Is to play it, play it as it lays
The hardest thing
The hardest thing for me to do
Is living it upside down and sideways
Nothing hurts more
Than being all alone
And not have no one to love me back
Nothing hurts more
And nothing I can do
Unless I turn into an amnesiac
Just forget about it, forget about it all
The roughest thing
The roughest thing to live with
Is living with just who I am
The roughest thing
The roughest thing to live with
Is not have no one give a damn
The saddest thing
The saddest thing to cope with
Is that I'll never get just what I need
The saddest thing
The saddest thing to cope with
Is to watch my dreams all gone to seed
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From the Outside
04:13
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I know how it appears
But it’s not quite what it seems
Almost but not quite
I may look hopeless
So what if I am
Apparently it’s my birthright
What it looks like from the outside
It's not what's going on within
Say, hi, hello
How you doin'
How have you been
Yeah I get it
You're all fed up
Don't wanna give me one more inch
Bring out the mob
Haul out the gallows
It's time for an old-fashioned lynch
Hooray, hurrah
Lower the rope
I am beyond all hope
There's a world
Beyond this world
Of that one thing I am certain
And one day I may get a peek
Get a peek behind the curtain
Until then
I will hide
I will hide on the outside
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Till Death
05:19
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Put your tray table in an upright position
Consider it a permanent condition
Maybe we’ll make it to Afghanistan
Maybe we’ll make another plan
Comes the night all alone
Comes the day a dial tone
Curled up in a wooden chair
A tattered doll sleeping on the stair
The pressure rises out of the blood
Trapped beneath a lifetime of mud
The beachcomber longing for the flood
Till death or I cut loose that tie
Change the clock in the living room
The air is as foul as King Tut’s tomb
Fill sandbags with sleep from your eyes
Shutter the windows from the darkening skies
Turn on the music inside your head
Open a book you’ve never read
Cook a meal with no recipe
Develop your own new specialty
Set the pace, buck the trends
Come up too fast and get the bends
Daybreak and the dream ends
Till death or I cut loose that tie
A smoky vase over on the credenza
Coming down with a strange influenza
A voice cuts through in a throaty cough
“My heart is like a train with people going on and off”
What dread beast hides in my soul
That peeks its head out like a frightened mole
That lives in a locked room of a late night hotel
Where the sheets never lose that dirty smell
Downing Dramamine on the yacht
Dreaming of all the fish we never caught
Wish, wish, wish is the father to the thought
Till death or I cut loose that tie
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Eternity
03:41
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The world spins round and around
And the day well it passes right on by
Nothing much changes
At least what you see
But something’s off you just can’t deny
Tick-tock, tick-tock for all eternity
The old clock on the wall
Says it’s time to go
And who am I to disagree
People they talk and they fight
It’s what people tend to do
Nothing much changes
At least what you know
This same ol’ human voodoo
Tick-tock, tick-tock for all eternity
The old clock on the wall
Says it’s time to go
And who am I to disagree
Altogether hand in hand
Altogether throughout this land
Don’t gotta be a genius or Jesus
To see that’s something’s gone wrong
Don’t gotta be living in your mom’s basement
Sitting ‘round smoking a bong
Tick-tock, tick-tock for all eternity
The old clock on the wall
Says it’s time to go
And who am I to disagree
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"It was hell," recalls former child.
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