1. |
A New Life
05:26
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Instrumental
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2. |
All The Wrong Places
05:46
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You're an intricate one,
A living love and hate riddle,
Working hard to outrun,
Any joy, though there's little,
When I think that we're finally through these,
Selfish acts of scorn,
You disappear in a frightened flee,
You bury me down now, to be reborn,
Cause I found love in all the wrong places,
I found joy in sad, sad embraces,
I'm getting lost in all of the traces,
Of what could be, what could be,
Apartment's empty again,
Must be two or three weeks now,
Where should my search begin?
I love you still, but I don't know how,
Called your family again last week to see where you had gone,
You should visit them soon they miss you,
They want to know you're safe and carrying on,
Cause you find love in all the wrong places,
And you find joy in sad, sad embraces,
You're getting lost in all of the traces,
Of what could be, what could be,
Your majesty with all of your graces,
I played three kings, but you had four aces,
Each line I draw so easily erases,
What could be, what could be,
It's strange to me, how you have more than two faces,
Yet you'll never change, you're the pupa in stasis,
Each sad memory completely replaces,
What could be, what could be,
Cause I found love in all the wrong places,
And I found joy in sad, sad embraces,
I'm getting lost in all of the traces,
Of what could be, what could be
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3. |
Anything And Everything
04:51
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I am the right way to be wrong,
While you are the wrong way to be right,
And if we sit here any longer,
We will be arguing, arguing through the night,
This life's a horse we've dragged to water,
Who drank to death at the last spring,
As if this air could get any hotter,
We try to run everything, everything, everything,
We try to be everything, everything, everything,
But we ruin everything, everything, everything,
I am a one way ticket to freedom
Yet you're the layover in between,
We beat this dead horse hard like a drum, my love,
Like that helps anything, anything, anything,
Like that helps anything, anything, anything,
Like that helps anything, anything, anything,
I'm often flying off the handle,
While you sit comfortably down below,
I'm at the boiling point, trying to cool off,
And you are absolute, absolute zero
You're are the end of your favorite album,
I have a few more sad songs to sing,
A melodious question of how come,
We once were everything, everything, everything?
We once were everything, everything, everything,
We once were everything, everything, everything,
I'm getting better the sicker I get now,
I bet your sick of regretting these rings,
I don't regret you forgetting these spoiled vows
They don't mean anything, anything, anything,
They don't mean anything, anything, anything,
They don't mean anything, anything, anything,
I'll never make it to the view at the top,
I'm heading back to the bottom now,
I wish that I could make this agony stop,
But I'm afraid that I've forgotten how,
Too many memories are hurting my head,
I'm heading back to the bottle now,
Too many days I think about being dead,
And that's a notion I just can't allow,
I could've buried up my hope but instead,
I tried to open up and tell you everything,
I wonder was there something you could've said,
You didn't say anything, anything, anything,
And you are anything, anything but everything,
You are anything, anything but everything,
To me you're anything, anything but everything,
You don't mean anything, anything to me,
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4. |
But I'm Not
04:17
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Hitting my mid-twenties,
Hitting more a wall ahead,
The opportunities are plenty,
I think I might stay home instead,
And wonder where the days are going,
Why has time been such a foe,
Entranced by how my TV's glowing,
Got to watch another show,
I should be wealthier but I'm not,
I should be healthier but I'm not,
I should be happier with what I've got, but I'm not
Lately there's depression,
Feeling like a waste of space,
I have no real career profession,
I've become an acquired taste,
And drive is not my greatest power,
I'm afraid I'm going to fail,
I think I'll take another shower,
And wash away this mental veil,
I should be wealthier but I'm not,
I should be healthier but I'm not,
I should be happier with what I've got, but I'm not
I should forget everything I was taught
About seeking perfection but ending with squat,
I should be giving it all another shot, but I'm not,
I should derail this sad train of thought,
And forget but the time and the place this is not,
I should be striking the iron while it's hot, but I'm not
I should be wealthier but I'm not,
I should be healthier but I'm not,
I should be happier with what I've got, but I'm not
Next year it'll happen,
I'll be far away from here,
I'll be a big shot in Manhattan,
But that's what I said last year,
We used to think that we'd be athletes
Or a famous movie star,
Our dreams aren't sitting in the back seat,
We're still defining who we are,
I should be wealthier but I'm not,
I should be healthier but I'm not,
I should be happier with what I've got, but I'm not
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5. |
Manufacturer's Warning
02:43
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Spring after winter, and summer before fall,
I'm the same old sinner, I’m the same rag doll,
And yet you stay around to catch me no matter how hard far I fall,
And if you asked me once why I thought you’d stay,
I'd say why would you run, you get tired that way,
And you wouldn't be surprised by the lazy trash I've become.
Oh god
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6. |
Mechanical Bull
04:15
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You'd think this daily grind,
Would feel like cruise control,
But no, it kicks and winds,
Just like a mechanical bull,
So drunk before I mount,
The bar begins to spin,
My time, I cannot count,
I've lost my grip again,
Onward making rent,
At least I have a home,
Where free time is awkwardly spent,
Immersed in my iPhone,
My art is goes to waste,
My mind is a black hole,
My heart has been replaced,
By a broken mechanical bull
(One day soon, We'll all feel happier,
Everyone says: One day soon, we'll all feel happier,
But everyone feel less in tune. We all feel crappier.)
I'll be the harder worker now,
I'll be the answer to your 'how?'
I'll be the gas that fuels your plow
I'll be the grass that feeds your cows
I'll be the sweat upon your brow
I'll be the cradle on your bough
The more I start to write,
The better my head feels,
And singing this tonight,
I know it's no ordeal,
To see it as a whole,
I'll take it on the chin
The kicking of the bull,
I've found my grip again,
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7. |
Mensa
03:53
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Sun shines, it's time to pull down the curtains,
And maybe, unwind, try and find a reason I'm certain,
That I'm too blind, too confined in my way of living to know
What living even really means anymore,
Overworked and underpaid and I know,
Every dream that shines will fade the more it's ignored,
It's more a scapegoat for my actions than a punch in my ego,
Living life without a dream to work towards
Treason against reason, like a right handed lefty,
It's the season for pleasing myself, and I'm getting quite hefty,
And I'm trying, trying, trying, not very hard at all,
To better self-improve my self, but I'm feeling quite dumb,
All those book I bought preparing for Mensa,
A test I'll never take because I'm sure that I'd fail,
And it's that fear of even trying that continues to get you,
Too unnerved to even set sail,
And every morning I start off by trying to stroke my ego,
Just a little bit so that I'll want to wake up,
It's just another on a list of things I'm trying to outgrow,
Feeling like I'm such a fuck up.
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8. |
Messing Up
03:21
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I'm messing up my life just by sitting around,
I get nothing done, I feel like I'm nowhere bound,
I want to be alone, yeah and I want to be free,
And yet I want you to fall back in love with me,
I messing up my life just by sitting right here,
Playing my guitar and drinking yet another beer,
And my six pack is gone and so is your suitcase,
And I'll never again see your beautiful face,
I'm messing up my body the more that I drink,
I'm messing up my mind the more that I think,
I'm messing up my life now and I don't even care,
Because you're not here, no you're not anywhere,
I know I'm spiraling down,
Sometimes I wish I'd sink so low that I'll never be found,
Down someplace where everything stays the same,
I'm afraid of my own life and I have no one else to blame,
Because I know I'm messing up my life by ignoring my dreams,
I'm closing up me eyes, blind to the way it seems,
That I can't do a thing alone now, no I won't even try,
And I can't even think of a single reason why (Oh, god)
You could have been my wife, but i know why you didn't stay,
There's a lesson to be learned here, but I'm throwing it away,
I'll keep messing up my life, though you might find it strange,
And I'll keep writing these songs and pretend that they'll help me change.
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9. |
Outro
04:31
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Instrumental
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Mitchell Thompson San Francisco, California
Solo artist/songwriter, working on various forms of rock and folk, mainly in the form of concept albums.
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