1. |
Sore Throat Prescription
02:57
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You’re five hundred thoughts away
From minding your own business
But that’s okay ‘cause I like it
When others think about me
So make your excuses
I’ll do my very best to believe you
Just as long as you keep going downtown for me
And picking up my sore throat prescription
It’s important to notice
The things that mean the least to us
That way you never are surprised
When I pack my things, and finally decide
It may be time to leave you for good
For good, for good
The devil takes a coffee break
Five times less in one day than you
And I see you out there now with him
You share my cigarette
You bummed from me when you left my house
So, make your excuses
Well I will do my very best to believe you
Just as long as you keep going downtown for me
Heading all around for me
And picking up my sore throat prescription
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2. |
No One Left
03:52
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The limousine company I live next to
Have cars that stretch around the block
And all the suite are coming in for their lift
Are finding all the doors are locked
‘Cause they’re going out of business
The gasoline ain’t worth the cost
There’s no one left to get a ride from
There’s no one left to get a ride from
It is not a small world anymore
There’s no one left to get a ride from
The private school that I live next to
The kids let out a 3 O'clock
But today the teachers are all staring at their watches
The kids waiting patiently on the block
Because the parents have all decided
Kids should learn how to walk
There’s no one left to get a ride from
There’s no one left to get a ride from
It is not a small world anymore
There’s no one left to get a ride from
There is a girl that I live next to
I spent some time in her bed
But she’s been cleaning up her house and coming to
And getting things straight in her head
I think that soon she’ll be moving
Unlike anyone else on this block
There’s no one left to get a ride from
There’s no one left to get a ride from
It is not a small world anymore
There’s no one left to get a ride from
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3. |
The Downpour
03:04
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We’re still stuck here..
Well, I came here to escape the winter
All I found was cars and mud
And pretty girls who don’t know themselves
And pretty boys who think they know too much
Cafes keeping us all awake
Nightclubs and weed to put us down
Red cars that are often stolen
Black cars that are stolen often as much
And the the lies we tell
Keeping us under cover
And we’re still stuck here in the downpour
Well, good karma is often stolen
And bad Karma is stolen often as much
We’re still stuck here..
It keeps on coming down
It keeps on raining
On raining..
We’re still stuck here..
Well, I came here to escape the winter
All I found was cars and mud
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4. |
Dirtiest Slate
03:46
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See the turns taken too fast
See the lawyers crowd around the accident
I was never more certain of one thing
Never more uncertain of everything
The carelessly gone days are
Carelessly gone for a reason
There's carollers on every street corner now
Regardless of the season
Take this along
It’s a carefully worded song
it’s a carefully righted wrong
It’s the dirtiest slate imaginable
Full of baggage, dirt and intangibles
No disaffectedness will wipe it clean
And I wouldn’t change that for anything
So take this along
It’s a carefully worded song
It’s a carefully righted wrong
So carefully righted
So carefully righted
So carefully righted
So carefully righted wrong
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5. |
After The War
02:46
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So, what are you doing after the war?
If you want, I could take you out
We’d walk down Main Street
On the heals of the parade
The confetti would cause a white out
But our yellow tooth smiles will all be shining through
And our founding fathers will be there
With faces painted on the middle America float
With a grin and a wink and a grasp on your throat
Billboards will scream, they will block out the sun
We’ll tan in the glow of Tommy Hilfiger paint
Out there on Main Street
Our hands brought together, then apart, then together
We’ll beat the world one clap at a time
And our yellow tooth smile will all be shining through
And our founding fathers will be there
With faces painted on the middle America float
With a grin and a wink and a grasp on your throat
What are you doing after the war?
If you want, I could take you out
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6. |
All Guitars
04:00
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All guitars will go out of tune
If they’re not played every hour or two
Just like my old friends and I
Things that fall apart are still alright
The coming wind is cold and dark
But that’s no way for us to part
In the middle of this day
The glory years have past us by
That’s okay we missed the boat
Now we’ll watch it sail away
And raise another glass of whatever it is you take
The calendar year will shoulder our time
And keep us moving on to the end of the line
And just like my old memories and I
Things that fall apart are still alright
The coming wind is cold and dark
But that’s no way for us to part
In the middle of this day
The glory years have past us by
That’s okay we missed the boat
Now we’ll watch it sail away
And raise another glass of whatever it is you take
It’s all over
It’s alright if it’s all over..
All guitars will go out of tune
Especially if played every hour or two
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Marek Joseph Vancouver, British Columbia
Alt / Rock / Folk
Concoctions of
Reverberations
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