James Rabbit

 

“Heart of Gold”

 

Recorded November 2002

 

Vanessa Waring – Flute, Cello

Tyler Martin – Singing, Guitars, Trumpet

Conner Martin – Drums, Percussion, Recording

 

  1. Almost There
  2. Altitude
  3. At Glance
  4. Challenger
  5. Drunks
  6. Radio Lets Me Down
  7. Vigilante
  8. Second Story Self
  9. Last Call
  10. Orbit
  11. So Sold
  12. Something Breaks Aside
  13. So Zero
  14. Set on Stun

 

Almost There

 

A collapsed, faded long over the state line

Loathsome wares and carriage not to break free

But as silence, here is all you’ll offer me

Shallow ponds and dismissive glares

I’m almost there

 

I’m a romantic, but I hope to edit this

Sake of freedom to be so nebulous

Couldn’t make it clear, that’s too pedestrian

Walkways down and further stares,

I’m almost there

 

With this distinct feeling of failure on the horizon

And nothing to gain but potential heartache

This is not at all dignified, but I don’t mind

I gave all that up long ago

 

Collapsed, faded spine over the dust line

Table upset, room in angry protest

Take this silence; here is what I’ll give to you

Shallow gravesites and any old wares

I’m almost there

 

 

Altitude

 

We’ll watch the lights fade back into air

I can’t believe that like minds think apart

A thunderclap and I’ll take that bow

All apart, all apart, all apart

 

With this winning attitude in tow

Enter rain clouds, exit the spine

Kind of proud that the misery lasts this long

Fall apart, fall apart, fall apart

 

I’m safe as long as I’ve insurance

That this clearance has long since passed

To keep ambivalent with intent

I’m so smart

 

I never place myself in danger

I never chance my soul to fun

I lead a broken, boring existence

I’m so sheltered, it could not hurt

 

 

At Glance

 

Undeterred from the lines intersecting at five and six

Staying home fills the vacancy of nothing to do

I’m qualified to define by numbers

And run high risk takers down

 

Scenery destroyed at glance

I’ll defeat that heartbreak in advance

Nine o clock, the town is closing down

I’m gonna chance it and run around

 

Hate restored to the style of the floor at five and six

Scream out loud to the company that has nothing to do

I’m so inclined to evade your orders

And run that voodoo down

 

 

Challenger

 

Bored with disorder, so I think I’m gonna settle down

Plastered and nullified about that outer wall

Going to work things out, I’m afraid

 

You’re insignificant, but haven’t quite figured that out yet

Another spoke into the dusty range

Going to figure things out without me

 

And your timing’s bad, I guess

I have this history of breaking down

Cannot fight, but I’ll try again

Always second best

 

Not so intolerant that I can’t sit and smile

Ably intoxicated before the first wave hit

Pretend to be an adult

 

Grew out of learning, I’m a people person, man

The only way to go out is through the window

Going to take one of you out

 

 

Drunks

 

Could you complain that you are missing that uncertain something?

I’d get away if I knew what’s in store for you nonbelievers

I’ve half a mind, but I just can’t quite think, oh what’s the problem…

So turn around and listen stop saying, oh that’s the problem

 

Conflict believing, never leaving me

At once, I’m awful, but never leave me

 

There’s no motive for the drowning of these Friday nights, but it takes the edge off

I’m not your guy, so please stop the phoning

Who’s got the stalker?

A nervous shift, from boring to berserk,

Don’t leave me hanging

An avatar of long distance phonies, just drink it baby

 

 

Radio lets me down

 

When the radio lets me down, and all accounted for

Pawn shop taking me out, this troubled youth

When you see that deep flash style

 

The cars in my big garage don’t make me happy

And my wife is a super cheat, everyone knows

I’m a wreck of success, man

 

Liking this new fad tells us that you have no visible depth

I’m unforgiving. Tell me.

I’m a shell of a man

 

When I’m nearly run out of town

And so forgotten that

Dust blows right over my name

Which ain’t important,

Cause I can’t even use that speak

 

Rolled right up to the door and used those manners

But they seemed to me so incomplete

That I didn’t bother

When you see me running back

 

 

Vigilante

 

Excuses, iron figure across that map

Pictured me as a sullen fool

I’m letting you down

 

And this solids-only diet plays with my mind

Oh, it’s a turn of phrase, cast right before these eyes

 

And you can sit and watch

I’m speeding all across

And speaking out to be

This vigilante

 

Vermouth and spinal problems,

Whole nother globe

Last night I was sitting out,

Everyone was stone

 

And all their pilgrim faces crept out at once

Ignite those common stances, wear out those fronts

 

And you can lie right back,

I’ll move on in for the attack

And speaking of debris,

This vigilante

 

Truth is, all at once: I’m removed from the zone

Empty handed and cursing my dumb luck

 

 

Second Story Self

 

Out of this, I’m getting stronger, more amused and more informed

I’ve got a lot notes on what’s been going down

See if you believe me from the top of the list

But even I am not so sure of that

 

The faith that I had it would turn out just fine

Has been shot in the head and its laying there and dying

And true, if you believe me, then I’m boring and I’m losing

And I knew it would be like some time

 

Simple actions have a way without

Living underground

 

Though I cannot fake it through the way I have been living

Surely, I could meet you one time

And your second story self’ll happen on me

Walk up, ruin me from the boring all the time I know,

My options are limited

 

In faith, I had so much time, its just sad

And I drank and I drank and I drank

and I drank drank drank drank drank drank

go ahead and push me up this sharp incline

The grade was just way too high

 

 

Last call

 

I make glass lines to space heaters

Do you drag your last call down?

Former stares make lame acquaintances

On the last sub out of town

No right to change your interests feelings

While they take that first step onto land

Grave accusations and slim constants

See, this venture was all I had

 

Run up the charge on Sunday

Valid, and cold complaining

 

Where is your right to stop styling?

I’m vague, I’m vague, I’m vague

Walking down to these stony streets they cry:

“The plague, the plague, the plague”

Its all cracked up like a wounded eagle

And screaming and chirping to the mines below

There’s no hidden meaning and there’s no symbols

So there’s no way you could go

 

Run up the walls on Sunday

Trespass without complaining

This happens to be static

Movement without complaining

 

And the walls close in,

Predictably, I’m out of a job

 

 

Orbit

 

Orbit and mean that, I’ll still believe you

Sacred and sick and toast of the town

Wandering out of place leaves me a bit dry

But come around front and I’ll still unlock you

 

Sorry and ignorant, you have no keen senses

Vain and improper, but this still applies:

Underworld living is no place for your person

So come to your senses- I’ll let you know

 

Proper in placement, disappointed over nothing

Sly on the lam, you have no regrets

Life on the run is not a good permanent address

Act like your agent; let’s see some stats

 

Orbit and mean that, I’ll still believe you

Sacred and sick and toast of the town

Wandering out of place leaves me a bit dry

But come around front and you’ll still apply

 

 

So sold

 

Who smokes and body language

And keeps it tight around

And this is the best you’ll get

But there’s no sense to argue with it

So solemn it’s a joke and I,

So serious it’s a shame

But look, rolling round on the sidewalk

I’m tending towards the western bin

 

A siren crying for attention

And I’ll play along cause I’m so sold

On earthquakes, wall of flames, hydroplane and die of shame

And all alone

 

Half for fun and half for glory

The estate wears itself out

Of tune and lots of potholes make it difficult to get out

I’ll smile and wage a silent war

On your and your perfection

Lends you to die, chemicals

And spite and insurrection

 

This pilot crying for attention

And I’ll play along cause I’m so dumb

And distress, hit me yes, things and its, don’t confess,

So genuine

So genuine

 

 

Something Breaks Aside

 

I let myself go off on tangents

Far away from where I’m going

Hold me closer, tiny veil

So I can paradox my way out

 

Following the streams in, data shift believing

I don’t recall, along frozen bodies, harbored anger

Lacking total meaning, capital is seizing

Lay down and crawl along hardwood floors and dreary basements

 

Something breaks inside

And I’m cold

Heart is in the streets

I know

 

Tomorrow pushes lame and with all of that I’m saving

I’ll pool it all and buy nothing. Because I have nothing.

Waiting for the sucker trip, come rock or slip on your old way now

To take a shot is so much worse than you could think it

 

Stronger to the side

And I’m lost

Once you’ve walked it off

You’re lost

 

 

So Zero

 

The bigger the case, the bigger the score

Says she (jumping in from somewhere before)

The gentlemen’s club on unethical dime

Is livelier, spawning from some super crime

 

And so zero

 

I wake up in clothes too ashamed to ignore

And crawl round nine to the fine super store

Believe me, on difficult issues across

A typical win is an ungodly loss

 

Twenty to one

 

Unethical, liftable, pull me up top

And crown me with rocks, you can throw me off

When I hit the ground, I’ll be not surprised

Appointments come forward; it’s always the size

 

 

Set to Stun

 

Set on stun and I’m walking

Proof that even the worst of us can amount to something

Although I’ve sat around for a while and done nothing

Set in motion, away

 

Regal arms pull around these linen limbs

Although I know that the deepest love is passed and pressed

And it’s a shame that before you came, you were down

Smile and shine away

 

Perfect skyline, eroding

Afternoon goes ahead and does its thing to us

I’m sly and alone and needing attention

Come and smile that way

 

Even trouble is no match for

Diamond fears send me running after, but there’s nothing

I can’t feel and that’s not a problem, unless you’re me

Sold and shy, gone away

 

Set to stun and you’re walking

Proof that even my childish dreams have some truth to them

Even though the feeling isn’t mutual, I can think at least

Let’s run away.

 

 

 

 

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