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My Mistake
Here is the third peek at the new album, which will be available everywhere on 1/11/11. The song is called “My Mistake”. If you want a free copy of the album, come to our show at The Troubadour on Saturday.
My Mistake
don’t take it personally if the sun doesn’t shine when you’re with me.
fireworks, now just a hazard; accident becomes disaster.
when did the storm clouds roll in to saturate you with derision?
i loved you when we were certain; now i see you closing the curtain.
so if you’ll excuse me for my mistake
i expect to give when i take
*i don’t believe that we have seen the last of bad days
i’m burning to learn what they mean when they say
she works her ways*
i’ve been trying to find the time to make it shine for you a little more.
i take my bow, aiming it upwards; arrows rained, leaving it covered.
watch as guilt blankets your face, and makes a fool of me in this place.
take a bow, standing ovation. roses for the promise you’re breaking.
so if you’ll excuse me for my mistake
i expect to give when i take
**
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Storymaker
hammer to the cellular
i have heard your call
answering the questions
beckoning come one, come all
smashing through the anagrams
tired of this mix
disappointed miss disjointed
with her bag of tricks
i bet you used to play with dolls…
a storymaker like samuel clemens
weave a tale for me
i’ve choked my hope down
i’ll turn it around
warning to the sandbox girl
be careful with your toys!
because, you see, you’ll inevitably
be replacing them with boys
i bet you like to play with dolls…
a storymaker like samuel clemens
weave a tale for me
i’ve choked my hope down
i’ll turn it around
off to sail the sea
down that mississippi
i’ve choked my hope down
i’ll turn it around
warning to the sandbox girl
i won’t be your doll…
Mr Politician
the brave have stayed inside today, it’s likely they’ve said goodbye.
they’d rather burn in hell than smell your rotten lies.
hey! mister politician!
you’ve got an admission to make
hey! I ain’t no mortician,
but you can bet you’re digging your grave.
couple hundred years, flush ‘em down the drain
but you’d just rather keep it the same;
you can’t have your way…
i’ve got this sneaking suspicion you can’t take the time to listen,
which isn’t really a surprise to me.
with all the bullshit that’s flowing
i can’t tell if there’s knowing,
but in this moment your face is showing,
i can see. it’s a convoluted time, but i’m making it mine…
hey! mister politician!
you’ve got an admission to make
hey! I ain’t no mortician,
but you can bet you’re digging your grave.
couple hundred years, flush ‘em down the drain
but you’d just rather keep it the same;
you can’t have your way…
you’re changing all the rules as you play the game,
and takin’ one percent of the blame; you can’t have your way…
hey! mister politician!
you’ve got an admission to make
hey! I ain’t no mortician,
but you can bet you’re digging your grave.
couple hundred years, flush ‘em down the drain
but you’d just rather keep it the same;
you can’t have your way…
Listen to Quod Erat Demonstrandum (2009)
Quod Erat Demonstrandum by thatwasthen
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The Long Count
All along,
You
Waited for the right time
Orbiting the moon,
Without you… without you
She waves at me
She waved at me
Its wave by pounding wave you see
I can’t lie
To those blue skies (eyes)
Ashamed of me
The blame’s with me
I’ve tamed the lame
Inside of me
I could cry
Or gouge my eyes
The night you put your hand inside my chest
Was the first time I’ve been touched without the mess
I confess, it was the best,
The hardest test
I had to guess
So hold me in your loving arms
And let me rest
UNTIL THE LONG COUNT ENDS
She plays with me, for days you see
It’s day by playful day with me
Turned around and upside down
Engaged to me
Enabled me
The space she layed
It stables me
I know how
To stay here now
the night you grabbed onto my soul and squeezed
it turns out that’s exactly what I need
so pleased and teased
I’ve pleaded bleeding
Cheating seeing
What was simply a part of me
So pardon me again
UNTIL THE LONG COUNT ENDS
I can’t change, except maybe for her
I won’t change, except when I’m with her
Get out of your head
That girl
She don’t mean shit
I can’t bothered by it
If I’ve told you once, it’s been a million times
That girl’s
A book of lies,
Why’d you look into her eyes?
Just run away…that’s a million and one!
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
You’ve got to let these things happen
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
And it’s time that you got yourself a bit of control
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
They were all trouble from the start
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
It’s done
Just shut it down
You don’t need anybody else around
Everything you need to move on is here
Know this,
She’s playing you
They talk in circles just to see what you will do
It’s their way of faking that they’re loved
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
You’ve got to let these things happen
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
And it’s time that you got yourself a bit of control
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
They were all trouble from the start
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
I know why you’ve got all these things mixed up
Take the time to feel the planet spin
It’s the power of suggestion
You never questioned
A thing
About who they were
What they wanted
Or why they were there
Even, why they’re worth your time?!
It’s a dangerous business
The lesson is this:
There are more rough times ahead
So let yourself enjoy the moment while it lasts AND PLEASE
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
You’ve got to let these things happen
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
And it’s time that you got yourself a bit of control
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
They were all trouble from the start
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD
East of East
Well she went back east
Boarded a train
Said she wanted to see the country
Stood on the rocky coast
Stood on the tallest tower
But it wasn’t enough,
So she cried, “Mom!”
She said
IF I CAN’T BE ME
WHERE WILL I BE?
IF I CAN’T BE ME
HOW WILL I SEE?
Moved further east
Settled down in a flat in Brixton
And started work on her first novel
She took a look left and right
Took walks at night
Kept to herself and never asked for help
She’d stay inside with all her papers and lines
They’d say
IF I CAN’T BE ME
WHERE WILL I BE?
IF I CAN’T BE ME
HOW WILL I SEE?
Then she,
Moved further east to find inner peace
Checked her possessions and weapons
Then set her lessons down at the door
And she sat in silence
Cleared her head
Had the epiphany of a lifetime
What she wanted wasn’t what she’d got
She wanted everything, but had learned to live with nothing
“Well I guess I’ll go back West”
But west was so far west
That it’d be best reached
If she just kept on going east
I DIDN’T SEE
I RAN AWAY FROM ME
HOW WILL IT BE
TO FINALLY BE FREE?
Places to End
Locking pop cans on the fencepost
just like the oil, you’re boring
Obviously lacking modesty, you’ve got a policy too foreign
Like Stormin’ Norman you’re combing the sand
Screwing, ruining the lives you hold in your hand
People begging, dying, crying
saying, “Open up your eyes!”
But you’re not seeing.
Oh Hell!
I am home still
if we don’t kill each and every last one
Brother, grab you a gun
I’m in line with the sky’s design
I’m disguised behind the ancient cloth.
The hatred makes it hot.
There’s children crying at rounds in the air.
It’s everywhere.
We scatter, scared.
Erect our necks,
“Oh, who is next?”
We’re so perplexed,
the Holy Text couldn’t ever have prepared us for this.
Oh Hell!
I am home still
if we don’t kill each and every last one
Brother, grab you a gun
And go fill
the window sill
We’ll get those devil people running.
No, they’ll never see it coming.
Desert hummers humming, coming to kill.
Children, walk around it.
Let’s not talk about it.
We won’t have to see their faces again.
Lying bleeding, beaten
In the trees of Eden.
O, of all the places to end.
O, of all the places to end.
We won’t see their faces again.
O, of all the places to end.
This is the place it will end.
