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Nebraska
04:27
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My home is the deepest, greenest ocean I know
with the widest running prairie and cold
cold windy nights, I’ve been driving alone.
Yeah, that’s home - the place no one else cares to go
the summers they burn through the snow
the yellow sun, it dies, as it dives down below
Ain’t it like Nebraska to kick you when you’re down
when the bottle is up and the world’s gonna drown?
Ain’t it like Nebraska to feed you when you’re full
and her trains keep on pushing though they’re all out of coal
This sky - well it don’t dance like she does at night
with every old light burning bright
and yearning to fight, fight to the white.
And my eyes, they’ve been passed down from your hands to mine
the blue in them it seems to remind of summer wine and the songs of you’re time.
(Chorus)
Ain’t it like Nebraska to smile when you’re down?
There’s a green in the garden when the rain won’t come out.
Ain’t it like Nebraska to bleed when you ache?
To replace what’s been missing when there’s none left to take.
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Every Town
03:04
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Well this town’s on fire and there’s no hope for you left
you’re going under with just the soul of this ship
you cannot float, you cannot swim, you’ve lost all control again
and there’s no way that you’ll be getting out alive
When I met you I was young and I thought love would be enough
the truth I’ve learned is, sometimes, people just give up
we cannot write, we cannot lie, we’ve both tried to many times
and there’s no reason we can’t make it out alive.
So don’t you get stuck, just get out of this
‘cause you don’t wanna’ do like your father did
and his father did before - you’re just a new man at the door
with a higher priced cup of coffee, you should go
The doors are never locked, and about the past everybody talks
there’s a world so different from the one you’ve been taught
you don’t have to settle to settle down
there’s a place that wants you out
and there’s no reason you can’t make it out alive (x2)
So don’t you get stuck just get out of this
‘cause you don’t wanna’ do like your mother did
and her mother did before - the new rain of an old storm
just a higher rise to the water line, you should go.
The scary part it seems is that the people all are me
and the world I’ve left is just the world it’s gonna be.
I cannot mind if I cannot find a better place to waste my time
who was I to think that I’d make it out alive?
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The Candidate
03:11
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Everything philosophy has tried to teach me, I believe
all I had to make was mistakes
‘cause our life’s like a book our own personal look
we keep writing though the world says erase.
So I’ll amend my regrets, mark over my secrets
for all the things I still have to lose.
Yeah, but no one knows this context
you are all just mislead, realizing I’ve got nothing to prove.
You can’t lie to me - no, I can simply bend and pretend it to be what I need.
This night is burning like a cigarette that is resting on my grandma’s lips
I would be obliged for her advice.
Bring back the simple and true, bring back the western in you
any good thought is worth thinking twice.
So I’ve been smiling at the stars while I’m stumbling out of bars
sometimes last call even takes way my feet.
I see all my losses in the sky, and I know more will come tonight
my victories I can still keep.
You can’t lie to me - no I can twist and turn the valleys and the alleys to point back toward my beliefs (x2)
So I’ve been trusting like a candidate that has all but lost his relevance
in a world where he was nearly the king.
From a million smiling faces to the one his shadow chases
broken mirrors still are able to see.
You know it’s times like this I come to grips that everybody’s full of shit
cynical like this old man I am.
Here I’m racing to my heartbeat while the future’s got me panicking
I would fire if I could steady my hands.
You can’t lie to me - I can redesign the caverns, use the lanterns to find my beliefs
You can’t lie to me - I hear your incoherent mumbling and there’s nothing that I”m picking up as truth (x3)
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Battle Royale
04:17
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You’re still young, you’re still learning
we tell ourselves the days we’re hurting.
You’ll get it right tomorrow
and the money’s tight, but oh well.
No one ever told me growing up was like a battle royale
in the presence of the kingdom, I don’t even think that we can just be ourselves.
The cards we play for games sake
they stick around once the game’s been played.
And they give away the tells and tricks used
from the hardest days that we get through
No one ever told me growing up was like a battle royale
in the presence of the kingdom I don’t even think that we can just be ourselves
and we’re born in it, live in it, fight for it, and die for it - it’s full-circle ‘round
in the presence of the kingdom I don’t even think that we can make one single sound
But I’m up from the ground, it’s terribly loud
and the lost cause of all we are can’t be found
the consequence is ignorance - blame our intelligence
the youth we pulled and stole from the hands that we called
our old friends and family, so distant yet mean everything
they find us not is effigies, old postcards, and memories
the things that came and once were, to the ones that being us comfort
they reside inside the hearts and minds of all that we are but still
No one ever told me growing up was like a battle royale
in the presence of the kingdom I don’t even think that we can just be ourselves
and we’re born in it, live in it, fight for it, and die for it - it’s full-circle ‘round
in the presence of the kingdom I don’t even think that we can make one single sound
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Linen
04:03
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Well I ain’t a liar but lately I’ve been bending the truth a little bit
been scared to let you know what I’m thinking so I don’t
and I thought by now we’d have it all figured out
the only thing I know is that the way down has happened
so much quicker than the climb that brought us up.
So what makes a man feel weak in the middle?
Like he is bending wire, heating up in the center
when it comes to break it never comes as surprise at all.
I’ve been driving too long now to think about it
the sun’s about set over the Carolinas
So letting go is hard I know
and it seems like it always comes to show
that I do not love you like you love me
warm nights with a big sky
she follows me close with her linen eye
I do not love you like you love me
Still awake, another evening on the table
I am shaking harder than a dove-white December
I’m lost again, and I am hell bent on getting out of it.
You’ve been something tragic and distant I’ll never truly know
you’re like my white-worn cross on the side of the road
and though I stop to feel you I may never call you my own.
As I pull away, your impact is laid
blue blanket tide to the banks of me
like all good tide you return to where you came.
But I’ve been driving too long now to try to fight it
the sun’s about set over the Carolinas.
‘Cause letting go is hard I know
and it seems like it always come to show
that I do not love you like you love me
warm nights with a big sky
she follows me close with her linen eye
I do not love you like you love me (x3)
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