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I’ll do anything to get out
It’s the existential key
I’m never the one to blame
But always the one to leave
Can’t you tell by my crying
I’m all torn up inside
Grabbing arms reaching toward me
I will fall when I die
I’ll do anything to get out
It’s the way of the prey
With eyes fixed on both sides
I will always run away
Can’t you tell by my crying
That I know I’m to blame
Grabbing arms reaching toward me
Three years to the day
I’ll do anything to get out
It’s the existential key
I’m never the one to blame
But always the one to leave
Can’t you tell by my crying
That I’m all torn up inside
Grabbing arms reaching toward me
I will fall when I die
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Fight the feeling
I'm tired and scared
Welcome to the fog that
Consumes my head
No time for submission
No time for divorce
It's flooding my veins
And running it's course
Drugged and anxious
I tromp down the road
This malicious languor
It makes me implode
No time for decisions
No time left at all
I'm cool like the rain
But stuck in the squall
I bide my time watching nineties videos
Oh god, I'm old
Zonked out my mind on a trip around the sun
I bide my time in a dream of marigold
But truth be told
Not much to do when you're tired of having fun
I run in circles with no escape
I drink the blood but it does not take
I dance a fool but I will not shake for you
I spin around 'til by belly aches
I have to return some videotapes
I fall asleep and I will not wake for you
I only remember my mistakes
I prep a meal but it does not bake
I crack my back but it will not break for you
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Exterminator
03:05
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It's in the difference that all love's created
It's in the difference it unfurls
I wish I had a name to give the feeling
When I see you with other girls
There is a difference you can see between us
My lips get stale when you are drawn
Escapes my mouth when my legs turn to jello
When yours proceed to turn me on
But in the end I'm not you baby
Even if I wish that I were
It's all negation when you're crazy
When love exterminates my world
I see no fear when you are looking at me
I see no fear when you're in doubt
Eyes on the prize but it's impossible space
The telos for which we reach out
There is a fear that lives so deep within me
I would just die if I lost you
You look so happy while I'm suffocating
Sometimes I wish that you'd choke too
But in the end I'm not you baby
Even if I wish that I were
It's all negation when you're crazy
When love exterminates my world
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Pile of Puke
03:55
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Everything that goes down comes right back up
Least it does for me
Sucking lemons 'til three in the morning
Guts so weak they bleed
Endless cycles of fear flipping stomachs
They will never die
Pile of something that came from within me
I don't recognize
Fearful frail thing
Turning in me
Dreadful waiting
Sick apogees
Everything that goes down comes right back up
It's the life I lead
I take the pill that settles the scoring
I am never free
Fearful frail thing
Turning in me
Dreadful waiting
Sick apogees
This will never end
This will never end
This will never end
This will never end
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Honey, I'm Home
03:40
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Working eight days a week
Got a pain in my head
I get so tired when I'm feeling lonely
Some day I'll wake up dead
Take the train up to work
Take the train back to hell
I get so desperate when I'm one and only
But I'm ringing no bell
You see me
No you don't
I'm hungry
For love
Roll a rock up a hill
Let it tumble back down
There is no god to come and hold me sweetly
By my own arms I drown
You see me
No you don't
I'm hungry
For love
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Narcolepsy Cowboy
04:20
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I wake up feeling just like an empty bottle
Nothing there to make my spirit rise
No saloon to wet the whistle I've been dragging along
Like a drifter and his waning eyes
Narcolepsy cowboy
Riding into rising suns
Every morning is a death
And by the night my will is gone
I keep telling myself I will soon forget her
Drink away the lingering dream still there
When I wake up in a panic her face lingers so long
And I can fall asleep most anywhere
Narcolepsy cowboy
Riding into barren towns
Every morning is a death
But I'm much worse when night comes 'round
Narcolepsy cowboy
Riding into rising suns
Every morning is a death
And by the night my will is gone
Narcolepsy cowboy
Riding into barren towns
Every morning is a death
But I'm much worse when night comes 'round
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Black Rum
03:02
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Black rum slip the drip I'm seeking
Black rum seize the time
Black rum fuck the hurt I'm feeling
Black rum break my mind
Black rum blur my vision for me
Black rum soothe my eyes
Black rum can't you tell I'm bleeding
Black rum cauterize
I'm a shell of a person
It's a hell of a day
One more sip of rum and I will
Blow my blues away
Black rum won't you take my troubles away
I've been starving just like a stray dog
My hands have been shaking
My legs have been quaking
But one sip and I'll be a god
Black rum won't you take my troubles away
I've been running around with no eyes
My hands have been shaking
My tongue salivating
But one sip and I'll never die
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The Dream Is Over
04:04
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I found the truth while drunk on the L train
It was murdered that day
I fucked around and didn't believe it
Now I've nothing to say
There is no end left to bind us
There are no rules to define us
There is no god left to find us
Let's all have a drink
I jumped ten stories then landed on both feet
Then I just walked away
I passed out later and saw Jesus Christ but
He had nothing to say
There is no end left to bind us
There are no rules to define us
There is no god left to find us
Let's all have a drink
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Tommy Kessler Chicago, Illinois
St. Louis-raised, Chicago-based guitarist, songwriter, producer, and vocalist. (he/him)
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