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Spirits
02:55
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You'll be a sacrifice to my ego or I'll be a martyr to your love
Maybe next year, wherever we go, you'll decide you've had enough
of the mess, and the lapses, and all these big ideas of mine
But aren't you proud, I went to college and gave it five years of my life
And you, don't want to be a father
But you don't want to disappoint your mother
It's alright, not everyone can make a life
It's alright, not everyone can make a life
We're all bastard children of God, wondering who raised us wrong
left in the wake of The Absent Father, and our worried moms
we drank our fill, of the Spirits, oh these Holy Ghosts of mine
It is beautiful, can you hear it? the impact you leave on the progression of time
And you, don't want to be a father
Because, you don't want to be your Father
It's alright, not everyone can make a life
It's alright, not everyone can make a life
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Talk about your favorite baseball team
The price of cigarettes and gasoline
I watch college girls go to college classes
I can feel the radio waves in my skin
But oh, I'm getting drunk again
Oh, I'm making plans again
I broke the mirrors in my parent's house
A lack of vanity to keep the T.V. down
I want to be the drug that keeps you having fun
I want to be the doors that keep you locked up
But oh, we're spilling blood again
Oh, we're having fun again
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Drunk Tank
03:32
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Tom was in the drunk tank
And there were so many birds we couldn't possibly get to sleep that night
I put money in the bank,
Just drive my car and buy gas
But it all moves a little fast for me,
It all moves a little bit too fast
Oh my god, my lord, my savior,
Come down here I'll be on my best behavior
Oh my god, my lord, my savior,
Come down here and show your face
I cried my eyes out in the back of a church
While a girl held my hand so tight
And I thought about my Grandfather
I thought about the day he died
I cried my eyes out, laying in the dirt
While a flower grew up by my side
I probably should have been saying my prayers
But I was just too busy getting stoned
But it all moves a little fast for me,
It all moves a little bit too fast
Oh my god, my lord, my savior,
Come down here I'll be on my best behavior
Oh my god, my lord, my savior,
Come down here I'll be on my best behavior
Oh my god, my lord, my savior,
Come down here I'll be on my best behavior
Oh my god, my lord, my savior,
Come down here I'll be on my best behavior
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For Your Mother
03:51
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There's blood, on my hands
The things that you love, are disappearing again
There's things you gotta change, when the sound of your own name
Starts to feel strange, and distant
But I will come back for you,
Yes, I will come back for you
They gave you that medicine, to silence the ghosts in your head
But they'll come back again, this time they're angry
They found you with that medicine, you had taken way too much of it
Now you're barely breathing, saying God I'm sorry
But you will come back again,
Yes you will come back again
A baby was born, she is such a beautiful thing
I'll try to keep my promises, If you try and do the same
A baby was born, you made such a beautiful thing
Its not raining anymore, and you can finally see
That she came back for you,
Yes she came back for you
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You said I had my mother's eyes
And my father's shortcomings
But you love me regardless
Its amazing much simpler everything gets
When you turn off the lights
And I started thinking something beautiful
Before I blacked out in your apartment
Thought about everything and everyone
And what they looked like on the inside
I got so high one night, that I swore that I knew Jesus
And I could stare into the dark and make sense
of all the numbers and the ghosts
And I went down to that river and jumped in with all my clothes on
I was baptized, I was traumatized, left alive and all alone
I felt the water run off my face and in between my legs
And I felt the sweat between yours and on my hands
And I got down on my knees and begged for mercy
Because there's a lot to be learned and even more
to be forgotten the next day
So come here baby, put your head on my shoulder
I've been ok for a couple weeks
I haven't cried and frankly, I miss the taste
I kissed your wet eyelids and the salt filled the cracks in my lips
And I am thankful for the pain and for every moment thats led up to it
I got so high one night that I swore that I knew Jesus
He said "nothing in this life is free, but it doesn't cost as much as you think"
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