1. |
||||
|
Hey world
Sorry ‘bout the mess we made
Sorry ‘bout the CIA
Sorry ‘bout the motorcade
Sorry ‘bout the everglades
Sorry ‘bout the frequent lies
Sorry ‘bout the brutalized
Sorry ‘bout the merchandise
Sorry ‘bout the lullabies
Sorry ‘bout the mess we made
Sorry ‘bout the DOAs
Sorry ‘bout the underpaid
Sorry ‘bout the compromise
Sorry ‘bout the butterflies
Sorry ‘bout the randomized
Sorry ‘bout the terrorized
Sorry ‘bout the fraternized
Sorry ‘bout the mess we made
Sorry ‘bout the CIA
Sorry ‘bout the Everglades
I had a notion, the start of something new
You swam the ocean like Doctor Fu Manchu
I thought we had it all, right there in our sites
You left for Montreal to see the northern lights
But I'm a fool for your ridicule
And you're so cruel
Shuffling through the night
Living out of spite
Burning like a thousand Fahrenheit
Hey world
Sorry ‘bout the mess we made
Sorry ‘bout the CIA
Sorry ‘bout the motorcade
Sorry ‘bout the Everglades
Sorry ‘bout the underpaid
Sorry ‘bout the chambermaid
Sorry ‘bout the DOAs
Sorry ‘bout the mess we made
|
||||
2. |
Sanctuary City
04:56
|
|||
|
Well, my soul says to keep on trying
And my goal’s just to stay alive
I’m just looking up, like anyone
To reach that higher rung
On to sanctuary city in the sun
And I’ve seen how the dark brings trouble
And I’ve heard how the thunder roars
I’m just looking up, like anyone
To reach that higher rung
On to sanctuary city in the sun
I respect your Jesus Christ for all that he has done
I respect the power of the gun
And, you know, I’m looking up
To reach that higher rung
On to sanctuary city in the sun
|
||||
3. |
Contact Buzz
03:14
|
|||
|
I get a contact buzz whenever you come near
I get a rush because you charge the atmosphere
And it’s like a ride in a balloon
Always such a lovely afternoon
|
||||
4. |
Too Drunk To Care
03:11
|
|||
|
Too drunk to care, too tired to carry on
Too much is still too much, until it's finally gone
That time has passed it's clear our time has gone
Too many articles have slipped off of my tongue
I could tell you something 'bout those protozoan days
When the sad-eyed clowns got in the way
Too debonair, too decked out for the prom
Too much is still too much to waste it on the young
Our time has passed it's clear that time has gone
Too many particles have staggered to the dawn
I could tell you something 'bout those hacienda days
When the slack-jawed dogs got in the way
|
||||
5. |
Enter The Electron
04:08
|
|||
|
Instrumental -- no lyrics
|
||||
6. |
My Appeal To Heaven
04:28
|
|||
|
I asked aloud, I spoke my prayer, I spoke my plea
And like a fool, I stood there waiting patiently
But no one came, nothing sprang before me
Nothing knocked me to my knees, or rescued me
Or set me free
I stumbled home, I heard a sound so dark and sweet
And like a fool, I stood there listening patiently
Just wood and wire, just a three-chord rhumba
Just a sound I'd never heard, without a word
Surrendered me
My appeal to heaven echoed in my ears
The reply came loud and clear
A sound so dear that it's stuck forever here
|
||||
7. |
Trade Deadline
03:08
|
|||
|
We're on a trade deadline
And the window's closing fast
It started out just fine
But these things, they never last
We're on a trade deadline
No more living in the past
We're on a trade deadline
'Cause these things, they never last
|
||||
8. |
Rabbit-hole
04:27
|
|||
|
Here it comes again, like it did back then
It’s just one more condescending smile
It’s just one more stacking of the tiles
Where the victims lie, under endless skies
It’s just one more shining promenade
It’s just one more floating masquerade
I’ve got thoughts and I’ve got reasons
I could list them all
I could chant the undertaker’s call
All those doubts and all those questions
They’re bound to take their toll
Stumbling through the dark night of the soul
Diving down another rabbit-hole
|
||||
9. |
||||
|
Lighting sparklers, catching fireflies in the rain
A certain feeling that's too simple to explain
And I would stay here every night and every day
Another summer come and gone
Driving highways on a weekend holiday
Watching sunshine play a boardwalk matinee
And I will savor every time and every way
Another summer come and gone
And when the cold wind blows the leaves up in the air
It seems like autumn's everywhere
And when the cold wind blows the leaves up in the air
It seems like winter's almost there
Lighting sparklers, catching fireflies in the rain
A certain feeling that's too simple to explain
And I would stay here every night and every day
Another summer come and gone
|
||||
10. |
Russian To A Red Light
03:49
|
|||
|
Instrumental -- no lyrics.
|
||||
11. |
The Bastards Won Again
03:15
|
|||
|
I can’t believe we gave it all to them
I can’t believe the bastards won again
In times of moving truth
We’ve scored a penthouse view
I can’t believe the bastards won again
No more sorrow, no more closing time
No more sadness, no more hills to climb
|
||||
12. |
Hell Is Other People
04:21
|
|||
|
No fire, no brimstone
There’s no need for red-hot pokers
I’ll chart my cell-phone
To see the world through you
And all those unknowns
Stacking-up like books on a bureau
And all those rocks thrown
To orchestrate what’s true
|
||||
13. |
||||
|
I asked aloud, I spoke my prayer, I spoke my plea
And like a fool, I stood there waiting patiently
But no one came, nothing sprang before me
Nothing knocked me to my knees, or rescued me
Or set me free
I stumbled home, I heard a sound so dark and sweet
And like a fool, I stood there listening patiently
Just wood and wire, just a three-chord rhumba
Just a sound I'd never heard, without a word
Surrendered me
My appeal to heaven echoed in my ears
The reply came loud and clear
A sound so dear that it's stuck forever here
|
||||
Closet Mix Columbus, Ohio
Closet Mix are indie-rock veterans of bands such as Great Plains, Log, Peck of Snide, Househearts, Van Echo, and Vena Cava.
They proudly call Columbus, Ohio their home. It would be romantic to think
of them as “survivors,” but in reality, they’re just stubborn midwesterners who refuse to stop making music.
... more
Closet Mix recommends:
The Spires make consistently great albums that you should hear.
go to album
Inner Richmond
by The Reds, Pinks & Purples
Glenn Donaldson can do no wrong. Just listen already.
go to album
Boodle Boodle Boodle
by The Clean
If you don't love The Clean then we don't know what to do with you. Legendary for good reason.
go to albumIf you like Closet Mix, you may also like:
Subsonic Eye combines math rock, dream pop, and guitar sounds borrowed from post-rock for songs that whirl and flurry, but never quite settle.
go to album
I Won't Let Me Down
by Stolen Jars
Melodic alt-rock with sweetly intertwined double vocals from Stolen Jars reaches for cinematic scope.
go to album
Oklahoma duo Plain Speak serve up radiant power pop on their latest LP, surrounding sugar-sweet vocal harmonies with pealing chords.
go to album
