1. |
Turn Your Head and Cough
02:22
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I haven't seen yah
Since yah cleaned up
But you still hit me up on Facebook
To say 'I miss yah man, I love yah
its been a while since i got the chance to
listen to all of our old recordings'
Drinking beer in the park there
3 in the morning
Driving your car home
without a license
Hitting every trash can
On purpose
But you are the Cola
and I am the pop-rocks
I am the dirty chuck taylors
and you are the punk rock
you're the patient
Im the cancer thats killing you
So if the lord exists
may the lord be with yah
If the shoe fits
take a pair of em with yah
cause one day a wiseman
told me great things come in twos
TWOS
Every selective seritonin
Reuptake inhibitor on this planet
will never be enough
to get your brain to function
Exactly as you ask it
I think its hilarious
to pass out in caskets
I'm holding all my eggs
Lost all my baskets
talk bad about my friends
you will get your ass kicked
but I'm going with the flow
rolling with the punches
Im taking things slow
walking with crutches
Im letting things go
I'm not talking as much shit
as i used to be
When I was WAY WAY WAY less crazy
But you are the Cola
and I am the pop-rocks
I am the dirty chuck taylors
and you are the punk rock
you're the patient
Im the cancer thats killing you
So if the lord exists
may the lord be with yah
If the shoe fits
take a pair of em with yah
cause one day a wiseman
told me great things come in twos
TWOS
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2. |
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When you're up at
3 in the morning
Drinking coffee writing songs
watching movies like
RAMBO 1ST BLOOD PART 1
Even though you saw it
40 fucking times this week
I don't think there's any worse punishment
Than being in a room full of people but
Still feeling like you're all alone
You're all alone
You're Slyvester Allone
Sylvester Allone
Pretty princess
my blue jeans are staining
the wash won't remove them
no matter what cycle I choose
I got this really weird sinking feeling
I should be abstaining
From showering and cleaning my room
I want to throw secret pizza parties
in the woods
So my friends will think I'm the best
One day I'll stop hating everything I see
Until then let me get this off my chest.
I don't think there's any worse punishment
Than finding out that you're not magic
But its worse as a 'What if'
Worse when you're magic
Even though you're not magic
you're being Danielle Saddcliffe
You're Danielle Saddcliffe
Danielle Saddcliffe
I got drunk
I ripped my favorite flannel
I got up
And walked off with a smile
Cause there's nothing better
Than feeling this awesome
Nothing worse than the people who care about you
I don't think theres any worse punishment
Than taking on water
Sinking like the titanic
Cause glacier water is so god damn cold
You are Rose
I'm Lonely-anardo DiCarprio
I'm Lonely-anardo DiCaprio
I got no Oscars
No I got no oscars
But i got a lot of nominations
My mom says I'm a good actor
I really hope Leo doesn't hear this song
But if you're listening leo
It was all a joke man I love you
Just tryin to get the kids to laugh a little bit
But i don't think it's working too good
Please don't sue me
But it would be pretty fucking rad if he sued me
Do you guys think it would?
I think it would
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3. |
Slightly Used Mop Water
03:22
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(This song is about a couple friends of mine
who have a real hard time
accepting credit
for the wonderful things they do for the world
and the people in it
I think I see Johnny and Maggie
in a lot of different folks
in a lot of different ways
and maybe some of the people around me
maybe you guys too
but i guess you listen to the lyrics
find out or something)
Johnny says he's got some big aspirations
Wants to be a movie star,
Director, talk-show personality
The kinda guy you can count on
does a million impersonations
That all stem from his outstanding
Captivating Imagination
Johnny's always got a million things to say
He just don't know how to talk
Never really came out that way
He's got a million places to be
More places to see
But Johnny says "Evan I just wanna be somewhere
somebody actually wants to see me"
I say "Well Johnny how many fingers am I holding up?"
Johnny answers "Four"
I say "Look Johnny you're not blind
what the fuck do yah talk like that for"
Johnny says "I don't know man I just feel like
an absolute total worthless piece of shit sometimes"
Johnny its okay cause I've felt that way myself
Sometimes it gets better
Sometimes it just sucks
So here's to better feelings
Heres to better moods
And fuck all those awful people
that made you feel that way about you
(this next song is about my friend maggie
she's a matyr and an artist
she does these really beautiful paintings
like museum beautiful)
Maggie says that she's encapsulated
With the idea that if she aint an accepted artist
Her Paintings must be shit
But I've never seen a better sight
Than her paint touching the canvas
like she's the last contestant
guessing the jar of jellybeans right
on her first try
Try
Maggie feels she's got a million people to please
from cats and dogs to dads and moms
everybody in between
Cause she's always so concerned
wants to let you know she cares
about the personal level of happiness
of every creature in the solar verse
Except hers
Maggie says "Evan am I worthless
cause I've been hating myself?"
I says "Maggie you know sometimes
even Wonder Woman needs help"
She says " I wish i was her
imagine the things I could be"
I say "It's not so hard to imagine when she's standing here
right next to me"
We fight our different villains
Walk away with different scars
Sometimes they fade away
Sometimes they stick with us
Some scars stick to the skin
Some get buried down inside
Maggie I just hope one day you realize
your scars are beautiful in my eyes
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4. |
4 Feet
04:48
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She's watching I'm sitting still,
She can't make my face out of the crowd.
There's a million and 10 kids
In somebody's mom's basement
Elbow to elbow getting loud
I start to sweat because I'm hot
I'm getting nervous at the thought
My social anxiety
Is getting at the best of me
And I just might blow my top
She's walking at me now
I feel my stomach drop
She says "I saw you looking at me
From a distance
But I'd much prefer you close"
I wanna tell her that
I can see the stars in her eyes
And I dont even need to
Use my telescope
I wanna tell her that
I can see the sunrise in her hair
And I hear that beautiful music
Everytime you talk
We can meet downstairs
Get lost in the basement
Mute the TV
Turn the lights off
Turn that radio up
When i find you
inside the darkness we can
When our arms lock
When our eyes meet
Mix all 4 of our feet up
I got a sense of style
Like a man thats homeless
In fact they got
Better style than me
You're dressed like
its youre graduation
Youre off to bigger
And better things
I'm a drunken mess
Youre so cool it stings
S-O-R-R-Why am I talking
I swear to God
I'm new to this thing
Can barely move my mouth
Much rather hear you speak
Just keep talking
If I start standing sideways
You're voice makes
My legs weak
I wanna tell her that
I can see the stars in her eyes
And I dont even need to
Use my telescope
I wanna tell her that
I can see the sunrise in her hair
And I hear that beautiful music
Everytime you talk
We can meet downstairs
Get lost in the basement
Mute the TV
Turn the lights off
Turn that radio up
When i find you
inside the darkness we can
When our arms lock
When our eyes meet
Mix all 4 of our feet up
Woke up to familiar noise
My Clock reads half past 8
Its my boss on the other
end of the phone
Wondering why I'm late
I laugh the loudest laugh
Laugh at how strange it seems
That my Mind
Is the shittiest place to be awake
But its the best place to be
In my dreams
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5. |
My Cozy Cozy Park Bench
05:05
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You're making new friends
In a duplex apartment.
I'm sitting here
Singing songs on a park bench
And I
Hate this
You're so far away
I can't even reach you
I'd drop this shit right now
If i could just see you
Tonight
Just Tonight
Calm on the surface
Inside I'm bending and breaking
You left an impression
And baby its taking
It's toll
On me
I hate when my head sinks
It's not really like me
I'll tell you what i think
I've taking a liking
To your
Seeming bliss
Heads running rapid
My stomachs in knots
I Can't even sleep here
I'm an enemy of my own thoughts
Crazy thoughts
So go far away
Where I can't even reach you
I'll keep writing songs
Like i don't want to see you
aND i'M
A fucking liar
We'll talk back and forth
Like we're passive aggressive
Yeah I've been doing fine
I'm glad that you've met him
aS if that's
Not a fucking lie
I've been cleaning my closet
I've been occupying time
It's weird being a stranger
It's strangest that youre not mine
This time/
Gave it all I had
Had it all great
I believe coincidence
She believes in fate
Maybe one of my best incidents
One of the ones you love to hate
It's really not what you think
Who the fuck is cutting onions in this place
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6. |
Homeful
05:33
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I've been stuck inside
For way too long
Thinking of how i fucked up
Be getting kicked out my Aunts house
By the end of this week
You can find me living out of my car
Outside the Wells Fargo, Walmart
Taco-Bell parking lot
I'll get a job at a hoagie shop
So I can cover the fines
That the cops had wrote me
For not having a place to sleep
Cause you can get fined for not
having any fucking money
Got nobody to blame but myself,
Suppose that its selfish
To not live a life that you hate
So that you can please somebody else
Don't give a goddamn for financial security
If it means taking years off my life
In an office
Not that Im stupid
Just that i thought this
Was the one time
I should choose a life that I wanted
Don't need a house
Cause i found a home
Cant sell it for money
IT's not desired by most
It's a crowd of my friends
Yelling the music with me
It's bloody fingers slamming
Untuned guitars
It's the sweaty moshpits
It's sleeping in cars
It's about being honest
With the shit we're all scared of
We won't be the big-shots
But we're over that
All our tickets are
VIP backstage passes
You won't catch us trading our souls
For a bit of comfort
And a weeks paid vacation
You might catch us trading our music
On a street corner to put some
Food in our gas tank
If you catch us there
Why don't you throw us a beer
Think I found a place where I'm happy
Its a crowd of my friends Yelling the music with me
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7. |
The Zipline Defense
03:56
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Hannah hold on
Let me explain myself a minute
You're going 80 MPH
In a 25 limit
Thats much more than youre
98 Plymouth 200,000 mile
Engine can take
I've got 4 chords I'm gonna play
A statement I'd like to make
So if it pleases the court
Your honor please add this to the record
I've narrowed it down
To about 31 words
I'll repeat them just give me a second
(Okay here we go)
Sorry I cant
Explain whats
Happening
I know you
Cant stand me
When im not
Happy
I want to be
Honestly
I definitely
Probably
Finally
Found a way to fix it
I'm gonna find the tallest tree in this town
Climb to the top
Tie a zipline
So i can ride down
To a field of better feelings
But I'll settle for any field
Thats just better than I'm
Feeling right now
Hannah hold on
I said can we please skip the argument
She says Evan watch your tone
I said well could you please at least call them
She says IM ON THE FUCKING PHONE
I said okay but if we're both gonna
yell our rebuttals
Next time I'll go big
And you can stay the fuck home
Okay that was harsh
A little bit
I'll admit it
But when I'm stressed out
It's pretty tough
To be perfect
That's not excuse
Its no use
This jury is in recess
But it's essential
To my case
They hear the joke i told next
I said how many Williams
Could Robin Williams rob
If Robin Williams could
rob Williams
Okay I'll stop
Hannah I get it
One day my jokes will get better
Your honor
Please strike the previous
statement from the record
Sorry I cant
Explain whats
Happening
I know you
Cant stand me
When im not
Happy
I want to be
Honestly
I definitely
Probably
Finally
Found a way to fix it
I'm gonna find the tallest tree in this town
Climb to the top
Tie a zipline
So i can ride down
To a field of better feelings
But I'll settle for any field
Thats just better than I'm
Feeling right now
Hannah hold on
Now your car is broke down
On the highway
In east jabib-fuck
Lancaster
Dont ask me
How I'm feeling
I don't want a verdict
I just want an answer
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