Tyler- singing, guitar, keyboards
Conner- drums
Recorded April 2002 at the Estate Audio Tracks recording
studio in sunny Fresno, CA
Through Winter
Bright
Life after Pastels
Larcen Shake
Sew Closed Doors
Dozens
Ebsey
Clubbing
Distracted (Militant Shake)
Twenty Below
Gravity (again)
Versed
Slept through winter, but got there first
I wake up each day fearing it will be the worst
I roll out and I force some food in my mouth
Its such a tired process, I must admit
Home by metro past the CVS
Mind like a tire, grammatical mess
A neon cinema tore that building up
And all the while, through material shades
The ego lurks above
He looks down; yeah those shoes are still tied
Something around says ‘get some light, while its still
outside’
Walking down that path
Untimely deaths and difficult math
I can’t seem to get past this slight duress
But I will try my best
Woke up so bright, tell the landlord I’m paying
Dream of stars, fall into money
Warranted this disbelief;
That I change, I grow and I turn as I go
Said lessons mark up my back with anger
A battle that you know you’ve won
Though I asked for slight relief
I’ll smile and disintegrate across valleys and roads
Relying heavily on traffic, take the last train out to
shore
Water fills up to my neck
Walk down the road, come hear the artist
Explain about why he’s so slow
And hours later, show up without warning
I’ll try and cheat fate but just can’t concentrate
Locked in the house with no style, cellar’s vacant
A giant party breaks out on the lawn
The police come and blame me for trying
I’ll jump in the air and I’ll never come down
To the stationary minds who’d need help to just save it:
There’s a place in my heart where you all go to die
But I can’t promise justice
Get back and dream of places further
From your location than you could go
Remind me that I’m not so great
That I have to return when the alarm says so
Massive slant,
It approaches slander
Tilt a little to the left
So I can see where you’re coming from
Rise up in the name of art
There is life after pastels
There is life after charcoal
Go and tell them the court is angry
Tell me I’ve been living small
Looking out at the shattered springtime
Rather be invisible
I got so used to waking up in the hospital
That I didn’t even bother to flinch
Arrested p’s and k’s over Union Street
Denies the blizzard will even missed
I’ve got a lot of time to lie and think about this morphine
drip
All sportsmen sanitize the lessons over concrete bridge
Eleven counts and I’m still down for the fall season,
A ruptured kidney and a battered back
I’d say that I’d do it again, it was all worth it
But the nurses won’t cut me any slack
I felt so jaded counting on old Franklin
That the coffee could do no wrong
Racing up and down blocks in a paper mask
And I brought those plastic baggies along
I had a lot of laughs erasing all the acclaim I had won
Fourteen more paragraphs, and my anti-biography is done
Forgot to lock the door when I put down my head
Passed out on couch with the radio on
The psychics buzzing culture on the telescreen
That when I woke up, it all would be gone
Submarine and smile high
The leaves explode off burning ranges
Solid stayed goodbyes add nothing to these foreign phases
So close doors, and admit to taking sides
Disconnect and get back
The hearings drain through vacant bodies
Take ‘em round for a laugh
As the hills chant, ‘hero, ghosts and wayside’
Light up the silver screen with indifference
Until the dizziness stings like blinded spears
Write me from Houston State, like I haven’t been there yet
I get it way too late and divide in half
There is no shame in being the worst
You’d make your own mind up if it would cash that check
Stumble through awkward fields, where vision doesn’t hurt
Designs so cultureless, you’d think they were rock
If that essence was there but you know its gone
Along the back roads its draped
Calling all officers to that vacant lot
You raise your hand on time and you ante up
I’ve got so many blinds its hard to count
I’d have the butlers do, if they weren’t gone
Along the alleys, I’m saved by cash
Stay so quiet in the chair
Disrupts the morn
Upset, we seek quick solace
But that doesn’t come cheap
Great styles would disintegrate
Say trust demands you speak
Of PowerBooks and manicured nails
So set the doubt in turn
You could call my number, but I would be gone
Look smart and channel quick
Impulses through the filter’s frame
Me for lying, and you, a soldier
Of obtuse fame and liberty
It’s a shame that we’re all circuits wrapped around the end
Specific glass rockets pilot slightly
But you aren’t there to answer
Career is places right in front of mischief
Replied a wink, a glance or
Views and progressive parties,
Down on the nightshift scene
As it behaves like nothing else
Comments are appreciated
Draw it out until the morning
Go on and blame me for the faults
You’d ascribe to blatant criminals
I’d disagree, but to do so I’d need
Resolve like changeling guards in flight
And I’m off of that ‘learning’ kick
Down on the nightclub scene
As it couldn’t happen to my self
Send my corpse back to the mall
Argue with the air
As for possible legal action
I’ll try, but I can’t guarantee
A view of grassy parks through the bars
Of your prison window
Down on that nightclub scene
And done with that fresh air thing
I’ve lived so long, I might as well
Solitude has been so harsh
Think of me when you are fighting
After our post-scripts have been flown in
You’ll read the summary and forge the rest
As long as you know, you’ve been replaced in
My mind, its sober, I haven’t slept for days
Friday, all blockades are taken away
Rewrite the lines, but what can they say?
As far as I know, I’ve been replaced in
Your mind, it’s distracted, haven’t slept for days
Making up breaks to tear down your sad psyche
I’m wandering upwards of twenty below
The mind can’t hold that much disinterest
A dollar later, spend that much more
Pull out your wallet and do that poor dance
I’ve finally taken myself out of the running
You’ll sit in the office and wait to be called
But won’t deserve without visible cunning
Sandbags in streets and water competes
So well with the air, my lungs fill
Deserving of fates too harsh to describe here
You’ll save up your wages, make pretty, play safe
The mind grows old without stimulation
And years later, is too late to save
Ran around for hours, trying to break myself
And when it occurred, I went straight down
I’ll roll through the streets on a back yet broke
When it comes to a halt, I’m way out past town
Calmly with courage in tow
Behind gates leaving alone
Gravity (again)
Fourth floor, your living in a castle,
But your trash is piled up in mountains all around the
kitchen
While buzz flies
Locked there, inside a musty coffin
With the toasters toasting himself into the afterlife
A glowing red smile
The door rings, Evelyn, oh Evelyn
You’ve got to see this spacious laboratory
It’s so fifteenth year
Sideways she walks and the sand doesn’t fight it
You’re looking in through the window,
But you haven’t been invited
And it’s a shame to have lived without walk-in closets
The poised, verbal smile and jaw-dropping deposits
Locked out, but gravity won’t let me down,
I’ll jump right up and knock that window clearly over
Crash and slam
Yes yes, the people aren’t happy with the noise and silence
Becomes a little creepy but it had to be
In a fit, I toss the TV out the window
Hear a crash, and suddenly a hero
I’m about to be
Sideways on stretchers, the paramedics like it
You’re looking through the Plexiglas, but you were not
invited
And it’s a shame to have lived without walk-in closets
The poised, verbal stride and jaw-dropping deposits
Well versed in many ways, the label stays but you don’t
Crash into a light rail, past letters written hours old
In the zone, then I got back home
Mystical junk, you’ve paid for the stop and you go
I’ve lived through the flood, grave actors in tow and fell
deftly
Wise and kind, but in the back of my mind
For what its worth, laid actors in dirt and forgot them
Hear wedding bells ring, but they’re on the way to your
funeral
Greenland’s stoned, I’ll let you go
The worst part is that it all comes down to acceptance
I understand that you won’t (probably) change
Though I must say, it’s been a decent day
The best part is that I get to keep this picture
Of how your face looks when you hear me speak
And whatever comes out, I know you’ll understand