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Tommy Boys

by Tommy Boys

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1.
If I waste ends I'm not making rent Who can afford this town? With all the tickets left, no monthly pass, but signals I'm receiving, convincing me to stay 'Cause I'm getting in tune, but only want one station That station is you, but I get left to dry and to wait, and to wonder what you're playing I got pulled down by short waves that carry your songs, the ones you play for everyone but me And now the calls on your end, the unfavored audience Inquiry to your frequency But the signal is crystal clear that... I am not getting in tune, don't want the other stations It's Annie's I'd choose But I get left to dry and to wait, and to wonder what you're playing Keep the volume up, so you can turn the dial back down I might waste ends, and I might not make rent, but I can't afford to leave this town Not while you're around, and your stations loud
2.
In Jeans 02:10
Ice skating in jeans It's tearing holes at your knee The flask I brought is at fault, but you don't even know this So why have I been hollowed out? And why's it like this every weekend? We walk similar lanes but never at the same time First to commit to a nose dive I guess I had no right to be surrendering to gravity It has half the pull you've had on me, but you've got nothing to say Not complaining So why have I been hollowed out? And why's it like this every weekend? You're caught up in degrees, and making other plans, and that's fine I'm tearing out whatever stitches that you've thread 'Cause you hand me pieces, but I want it all instead So climb back on that cloud There's no lightning now, on that cloud You'll tie your knots 'round me but I won't unwind them You'll play your tapes in me, but I won't rewind
3.
Estate Sale 02:38
It's too early to hang our heads Sunken eyes set in Under your skin I'm counting ways to make a mess of... Things I say that I don't mean are catching up with me In a sweet charade, an iron gate playing a fence I might end up entering What is space not meant to see Hallways misinforming you All the while I'm clearing spaces on shelves Helps me find it Misery, estate sale digging on a Saturday You got sick of dining alone It gnaws at the bones within you With marrow crushing your teeth Stuck on the outside looking in through window pains Tangled up, solid chains Buried in coffee cans No rest for anyone following the grave Makes you sick to your stomach I might end up entering Misery, estate sale digging on a Saturday
4.
Complaining the way through the week Odd comments that rain on all parades Sick and sore from the shots that you take If I climb to the top of the hill, you'll likely say That you wouldn't hike the same cliff It's safe in your room You're taking up the excuses I use, to fend blows but open old wounds Foundation, it's weak at the root Pulling the weeds, topic changes Like when you talk what you can't prove Ignore signs, it's what I'm wanting too Carnations, gardens in bloom eventually decay No water to waste, or I'll spend the next year walking on embers that you walk around, safer ground Straight for the floor Got lost in conversation You're climbing up the stairs, hanging lights and they shine on all of the paintings on your walls I've never stopped to make sense of them Blanking on the faces that you never want to think about If I get up to higher places, drag me down to yours You bound me up a knot or two, set me on the tracks but I don't object to anything Engines pace, don't slow down Well I found a place with no view No windows, just locks on the rooms Ignoring haze and fog you always contend that it's pure rain or sun I had no choice but I still made you one To fictions you compose, I'm not listening too close
5.
Sit idly on a fence I'm throwing rocks and speaking loud Ate it all just to puke it out It's fun to let the water spill Like it matters I'm not cleaning it up Porcelain shatters Calling out of work to place A knife inside the pit of your stomach I'm twisting even when I don't wanna push it in too deep Impatient, vacant Not opposed to spit in kind Do you expect me to wait in this line? Your vacation, I'm calling it off to make you plan mine I don't show motivation, envy No shame for not waking before the sun has descended to ground Never on time Trading seats to try and place A knife inside the pit of your stomach I'm twisting even when I don't wanna look you in the eye Got terrified, imagine white hot pain for your stomach I'm twisting even when I don't have to answer for The lack of motivation, envy No shame for not waking before the sun has descended to ground Never on time Made honest attempts Made you writhe again
6.
Going off on a tangent, I've barely sort through Sooner or later, what difference I'm not sure Admired handwriting What's the point in trying to prove subtle intuition to you, when it's clear to me? Flowers decay on the sill, lights and incense made me ill Am I expected to ignore? Once a week, don't speak too often You want Atlantic grandeur, thought I'd stay to keep you out of frame, but you got in the shot anyway I gave in the upper hand Shakespearean disorder, short of proof these lies extend No disclaimer to soften the blow You went out last night, directions carved into the ceiling, then what happened? Am I expected to ignore? Once a week, don't speak too often You want Atlantic grandeur, thought I'd stay to keep you out of frame, unlikely So impressed by steady hands, the perfect lighting and placement So you made it more than that, knew that I would see, and now you've made your statement, but never had to say it Flowers decay on the sill, made me ill
7.
21 Reruns 05:39
Eyes white, red, and blue Lids barely even lifted Forgettable fools speak and walk heavy Bad habits become a way to bury our heads Down in the sand, sour waves colliding rocks and sea Wrong/right, Same old shit, different night So I sure don't need you to wreak havoc When the new sun comes, I'll be up Writing you songs in parking lots and tents Or just carelessly laying there Watching 21 reruns inside in one day Garden on landmines, you can't stand for anything Talking away it's tough to swallow your pride Or ever bear witness so I do not speak I can't claim what is mine So I take what isn't Just turn a phrase, what sense it's making to please the ones who sign and sell Forgettable fools Jaws to the ground Your teeth colliding tongue in cheek Shake habits that I haven't changed Skin left on the street I'm not designed to move this pace but can't deny it's appeal Fun for me is not what it is for you Swimming through oceans of bad advice Free reign, on the same orange frame Phone calls in your name I break and you mend so I can fuck it up again Rewind the tape and hit play Reading chapters I've already read A pipe dream I can't decide if I should multiply or factor in The path ahead has been obstructed by past architects So I'm carelessly laying there Watching 21 reruns inside in one day Garden on landmines, you can't stand for anything Talking away it's tough to swallow your pride Or ever bear witness so I keep my mouth closed I can't claim what is mine So I take what never was I wanted to believe but I've been finding truths out Awaken to empty, lifted from a dream, and you vanish from in front of me In the space of one blinking eye Said one thing and then did different I break and you mend Have I been falling out or settling in? Such a waste of time, places I have spent my youth and what's left
8.
I've been staring at your ceiling While fixated on days that aren't today Well you notice things like ambiguous seasons They don't change like they do in the iron states Spinning 'Spiderland' The winning hand, still planning to fold Exchange present times for the past that you want But you breathe same air The calm nights and riots, the overnight plans When you didn't seem too curious, way back then but it's boiling in me up again New review of old days Whatever happened? What changed? Was it any other way? The cards are shuffled up and dealt No place to stand and I am ashamed of keeping you up at night Turning off lights without talking and nodding off to symphonies or songs from Coltrane I'll try not to make a sound in my sleep Self-inflict for fun Bottom bottle, keep it down Just like when you bite down on your tongue You're underneath the wheel You're saddling up and arriving there Bad timing, your history covers decades you won't see Been told to write down, been told the right sound No place to stand, the winning hand
9.
Song 1 05:27
Wait, pencil it in Quit wasting all that ink By the way, what do you really think? Could you say what you always thought you should not say? This decision was made for me, and I kindly agreed So despite learning your seasons, this feeling hasn't changed Running out of sympathy, complacency to spare It seems spineless If there's something that's been sent for me, then it never made it here Still you're thinking to find any reason to divide

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released January 27, 2015

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Tommy Boys San Francisco, California

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robbie - bass + vox

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