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Endless Mike
03:37
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i’m tending to a garden
of all, of all my fragile flowers
you're sad, you're pathetic, you have absolutely no point
fall back into your comfort zone
stay safe
stay in your comfort zone
avoid eye contact at all cost til 3 beers in
you are not held accountable
i am not held accountable
ever
by anyone
except myself
treat people like they can see inside the depths of your soul
but treat people like they are too stupid to realize your ulterior motives
that you want to use them out of convenience
and you don't feel wrong for it
but the guilt is unfortunately inevitable; you don't know how to phrase something so it appears selfless
because selfless isn't and will never be in your vocabulary
rebel
and rage
outside your own skin
explore, see the world and expand your horizons
murder safe, kill safe, what's the point?
feed off attention
it's your life fuel
eat it up
feed on it
feed on it
without it, you'll perish
spiritual ego death
hey, turn the page and pull the shackles off
it’s not impossible to shake things up
if we can rage against the dying light
i won’t go gently into that good night
fake your way through every situation, mr. polite
never you offend never
every conversation through a safety filter
not a single thing close to a true friend or confidant
the ultimate picture of a man ...elvis costello... man out of time
the confluence of physical and spiritual love, impossible? mutually exclusive?
the joy of sound
a fresh greed field
green field, ha ha
the crisp crack of a bat connecting, sending an arc spiraling through the figurative boundaries of the figurative field
hey, turn the page and pull the shackles off
it’s not impossible to shake things up
if we can rage against the dying light
i won’t go gently into that good night
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i’ve decided on my manifesto
gotta liberate my weathered soul
cause the stars have aligned in the nebulous ghetto, oh
and the butane, the disdain, it’s all gotten old
and you know i’m not
catchy enough for the chorus
i’m not skinny enough for the scene
your party’s way too cool, go ahead and ignore us
i’m not playing your game anymore, i abhor your routine
i will have the last laugh on you bastards
i will have the last laugh
i will have the last laugh on you assholes
i will have the last laugh
it’s the autumn of my insignificance
it’s the summer to rummage and dive through the trash
i’ll take your empty bottles of wine and your forties
and i’m pitching them perfectly
building an organ
orchestrating a symphony...
back track, think back
to your trophies and your wall plaques
pitch black
pontificate your life hack
talk smack
you don’t know but you’re a sad sack
you’re a quack
max doesn’t play guitar
who the fuck do these guys think they are?
max doesn’t play guitar
who the fuck do we all think we are?
i will have the last laugh on you bastards
i will have the last laugh
(back track, think back) i will have the last
(wall plaques, pitch black) laugh on you assholes
(life hack, talk smack) i will have the last laugh
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Fallingwater
02:56
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growing up in that foolish town
i don’t know how i survived at all
i’ve bid those bad days sayonara
that life might as well be a curtain call
now i live a tortilla sunrise
strap on my sandals and hit the town
my friends call me the human jukebox
i’ll sing you a song when i come around
all i see is falling water
hope i don’t fall, hope i don’t fall
all i see is falling water
hope i don’t fall, hope i don’t fall
somewhere out in the stratosphere
straight outta compton and back to watts
my friends call me the king of tex mex
but everyone’s bummed, yeah they’re close to lost
no more heat waves, no more tourists
little havana has bit the dust
roman candles, bottle rockets
florida burns with a restless lust
all i see is falling water
hope i don’t fall, hope i don’t fall
all i see is falling water
hope i don’t fall, hope i don’t fall
if i ever die don’t get
dramatic about who you thought i was
chicken pot pie’s a tough sell in july
the same could be said of my chords and rhymes
it’s cool/cruel to be an artist, yeah
sippin up fireball on the rocks
my friends call me an alcoholic
covered in slime til the end of time
all i see is falling water
hope i don’t fall, hope i don’t fall
all i see is falling water,
hope i don’t fall, hope i don’t fall
all i see is fallingwater...
all i see is taliesen
hope i don’t fall, hope i don’t fall
hope i don’t fall, hope i don’t fall
hope i don’t fall
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Stucco
02:53
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freeway roads
planned and straight
is my fate preordained?
perfect lawns
stucco homes
here i am, still alone
no one’s walking through that god damn door
oil fields
christmas lights
break my heart under desert skies
exit signs
pass me by
here i am, still alive
no one’s walking through that god damn door
toxic ghost
of my past
i will purge, i will fast
bitter nights
hardened heart
here i am, torn apart
no one’s walking through that god damn door
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Cacophonous Me
04:26
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in the science lab, you’re new school drab, you’re a liar
tell me what you’ve read, i think we ought to conspire
where’s your daddy’s gold? i’ll toss it all in the fire
revolution style, i wanna meet your supplier
at the corner store, they got their own superstition
‘bout my business plan, and how i do intermission
on the mezzanine, hearin’ about getting high
i plunged the theater scene and dropped the shit, found a buyer
after 6pm, she wants me in a tuxedo
i’m a fickle man, i can’t control my libido
what the fuck are we? she says i'll fill you in later
you’re a trust fund case, and i’m piano crusader
her black sheep uncle got back from vietnam
he took a trip and found himself, he meant no harm
when he called you from his co-op farm and said to stay away
from boys like me and noise like me, i disagree
he came from nowhere, a trash can beatle with a part in his hair
he stood there in the door, about 24, and he whisked her off her feet
and i stood there in the periphery to see if there was a chance of you and me
but i can't compete with roller skates and spaghetti dinners, not this lazy sinner
maybe in another dimension they could’ve been incoherent lushes
fireworks exploding, lubricated by their overindulgences
and that was you, the fruit of our loins
yeah, that was you, the fruit of our loins
goodbye sunshine
see you on the other side
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6. |
Kyle's Song
03:08
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it was early sunday morning
and the sound of dread awakened me
it was early sunday morning
and the sound of dread awakened me
and i knew that you had left us
you were finally at peace
in a frozen winter slumber
a world collapsing at my feet
oh i've never had less answers
to questions that i can't complete
spread your wings and fly
i regret you died
spread your wings and fly
i regret you...
and so the wounds grow deeper
a family torn apart by grief
and i'm stuck back in the middle
back to where I'll always be
and we're all just hapless victims
with chameleon personalities
i swear i won't forget you
you'll always be a part of me
spread your wings and fly
spread your wings and fly
i regret you died
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Shelby
03:11
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shelby smiles and holds back a grimace
counts down the hours and minutes
she’s working in the ice cream game
she’s been here since she was 11
labor laws don’t phase uncle kevin
he hired her on mother’s day
hey!
but tomorrow shelby’s out taking pictures
no need for tripods or fixtures
she knows the sunrise says it all
reflecting her incessant nostalgia
for a time when things didn’t matter
i think she gets it from our mom
bulls on parade
bringing her back to the days
when she rocked and when she raged
scoops and cones
baby, they don’t break her bones
but she’s feeling so alone
shelby’s going back going back
shelby’s going back going back
going back back to community college
another wasted fucking year!
me and her, we’ve been through the ringer
but i know we’ll find a singer
i know we’ll be there in the end
millennial, oh, malaise
hooked to an IV of praise
so it goes and so she stays
we’re just the same
we think we’re entitled to fame
but her art sucks and i’m insane
shelby’s going back going back
shelby’s going back going back
going back back to community college
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April
03:38
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oh shit, it doesn’t feel like springtime
it doesn’t feel like april
i don’t feel her heavy sigh
she rolls her eyes then walks away
turns around and says
“shit, i think i’ll move to texas in may”
it never rains in april, i’m on my knees
beggin’ you please, please april
baby, won’t you stay?
you and i could dance alone upon the open road
i could follow you into the wild west unknown
go and find your long lost peace of mind
my best friend seth stole you from me
he's got a perfect haircut
and a master's in d-d-divinity
sermons on high, never pushed his beliefs
ooh, he transcends mortality
baptizing babies in the sea
i can't compete, but april i’m on my knees
begging ya please, please, please, please
please
you and i could dance alone upon the open road
i could follow you into the wild west unknown
if you leave i’ll spend forever wishing you were home
go and find your long lost peace of mind
will you find that god damn piece of mind?
no
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9. |
The Feels
03:37
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it’s hard to keep my attitude in check
and i’m the most vanilla of my kind
you and me, we never spit the truth
but we'll go down together for our crimes
oh, i’m a late bloomer
but that’s no excuse
i was never good at punk rock anyway
and i can’t stand the blues
and somewhere in the distance through the trees
a tambourine is shaking out of time
her flawed exuberance is quite the feat
but i don't think that shelby really minds
cause max is serenading her in style
while seth and april walk by holding hands
and endless mike is trying just to smile
we’ll all go down together for our crimes
oh, i’m a fake crooner
but i’m on my way
oh, i’m a late bloomer
now i’m here to stay
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10. |
October Baseball
03:37
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as i stand cutting meat at the deli
this boy’s in the war, but the band’s getting ready
two worlds collide
my great divide
an innocent man, never reached the age of reason
and now it’s the fall, it’s the end of the season
and i’m day dreamin’ plottin’ schemin’ a way out
to hello dolly, oh my golly, wipe out
cause this year i’m playing
october baseball
and they said it would be impossible
cause one, i’m a liar
two, i’m a bragger
and this time we could be unstoppable
and we’ll turn your aluminum hearts into gold, into gold
and we’ll turn your aluminum hearts into gold, into gold
cause this year i’m playing
october baseball
and they said it would be impossible
cause one, i’m a liar
two, i’m a bragger
but this time we could be unstoppable
yeah, this time we will be unstoppable
we were the gang that nobody believed in
we swing and we miss, we’re funambulist riders
we were the gang that nobody believed in
hello dolly, oh my golly, wipe out
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