1. |
Crush It
03:05
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I've got melodies surrounding
me on star-lit evenings
still I don't know what to do with my hands
Saturated
In the way you state it,
I'm swimming in your words
but I don't know what to do with my hands
Every single day I apologize
For what I did last night
and I wonder why
I can't seem to get it right
when I'm going down
I see the butterfly...
I crush it.
I crush it!
Pleasure when I'm ripping her wings off
But it seems wrong
to put my feelings in a song
so I slip away from the confrontation
Every single day I apologize
For what I did last night
and I wonder why
I can't seem to get it right
when I'm going down
I see the butterfly...
I crush it.
I crush it!
Pleasure when I'm ripping her wings off
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2. |
Mark Gottfried
02:55
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I'm out all night
You're on the phone
But that's all right,
'cause I'm not alone
Yeah, I'm with her
and you're with him
and we're with us
and they're with them
And we're okay when we do all the things that we say
We're okay when we abide by the rules we set
We're okay, I said that we're okay
It's a little dumb
We don't communicate
and we're not numb
We feel a little pain
So don't freak out,
'cause we're not breaking up
I'm just going out
and you're not hanging up
And We're okay when we do all the things that we say
We're okay when you come home at the time you said
We're okay, I said that we're okay
Goddamn, I love you more than they do
Goddamn, I love you more
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3. |
Needles
04:04
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I see myself in the morning
and that's a lot to take
an awkward conversation
I have to have with my face
I see myself far too clearly,
so I just fade away
Through the eye of a needle
I'm squeezing my entire soul
But it's getting to me,
'cause the world I'm holding on my shoulders
isn't getting any lighter, baby
See how I fall apart without you
waiting patiently by my side?
But this bathroom ain't big enough for the both of us
I feel myself getting weaker
I need a little something to get me through the day
I'm inching toward that needle
I take the needle,
I push it down to empty
Through the eye of a needle
I'm squeezing my entire soul
But it's getting to me,
'cause the world I'm holding on my shoulders
isn't getting any lighter, baby
See how I fall apart without you
waiting patiently by my side?
But this bathroom ain't big enough for the both of us
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4. |
Lagniappe Leviathan
03:16
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It's Sunday morning
I'm suckin' Andre the Giant
and through my hangover
I am reminded
of the cracks in the pavement
Outside your apartment
and half-smoked cigarettes
at the bottoms of cartons
But for what it's worth,
I'll be your lagniappe leviathan,
waitin' 'round for something more
It's not great for my self-esteem
but I live through your version of me
Oh, I'm broke,
Under-paid,
and I'm not getting laid,
Doesn't matter how big I get,
I only measure up to what I say I am.
I'm not as laid-back
as I make myself sound,
I'm just as quiet
as the people around allow
So let's find a dark corner and have another drink
We could find out which one of us is sicker,
While we're sharing a bottle of liquor,
We could reach for the stars
and land among the told-you-so's
But if I looked in your eyes
Would I be inspired?
Would I find a reason to have a little more ambition?
I'll be your lagniappe leviathan,
waitin' 'round for something more
It's not great for my self-esteem
but I live through your version of me
Oh, I'm drunk,
and enraged,
But I'm not here to stay
I'm just passing through
so get a clue,
and wave
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5. |
Another Winter
04:29
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I've been drinking winter
Through the crooks of you frown
but I don't remember
Why you look that way
The bed is heavy
but this air is heavier
We had a blowout
but I don't remember why
I think it had something to do with
Where I see us both in a year
But I just can't stand it
Don't think I wanna live
Another winter in Nothing, Alabama
Yeah, I'll stop, and then we'll be together
I'll stop, and then we'll be together
Just don't let me have another drink
I just can't decide
Between the two, and me, it's you
It's always you
But it seems I just need one last drink
But it seems this winter tore us at the seams
I'm trying
I'm trying...
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6. |
Two Years
03:33
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It's the warping places
Or maybe warping faces
Or maybe killing cases of beer
at some party at your neighbor's house
You wonder where the last 2 years went
Shrug it off, crack another beer
I can't believe what 2 years did to me
It's the little drug deals
Or maybe little LSD feels
And maybe you'll find me naked
in a field with angels and bring me home
I can't believe the things I've done to me
Am I just wasting my time?
Well, maybe that's what I'm supposed to do
Am I unable to define?
Well, maybe that's not why I went to school
If I just close my eyes...
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7. |
Without
05:18
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I love the way you tell me that I’m lame
Ego down, my fear goes up in flames
Thanks to you
Don’t let me leave without your love
And your sigh. Your hand in mine
Don’t let me leave without…
What brought here your heavy eyes?
Remember when we climbed the slide?
Today you called me in the rain—
Told me that you crashed your car
Into… it’s you…
Without
Kiss me awake, light of my life
Use your love to open up my eyes
One time
Don’t let me leave without your love
And your sigh. Your hand in mine
Don’t let me leave without…
What caused me to hurt you so?
Lights and lines and stars and snow?
By the edge we stand in sin
Remember how you pushed me in?
And cried… We tried.
Without
Don’t let me leave without…
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8. |
Miles
03:03
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Suicidal sense of humor and a senile smile
that doesn't remember all the miles
I drove to get nowhere
It's raining on my beach
and it's sweaty in my sheets
but I can assure you it's not the good kind
This ain't what anyone had in mind
(YEAH I'LL) never be the fun one
I'll be the one with all the problems
Playin' hide'n'seek with the sun
Wondering how the fuck I got so lame
At the bottom of my wits
I'm emotional chipotle shits
I'm the last one you will find
See me nailed to a crossed mind
I'll hit you with the imagery
but it's all watery
the kind that's supposed to give you a sense
of pruned skin, that's it, imagine that
But the water's at my chest
I'm trying my best
but I can't seem to
Dream my way out of today
(YEAH I'LL) never be the fun one
I'll be the one with all the problems
Playin' hide'n'seek with the sun
Wondering how the fuck I got so lame
At the bottom of my wits
I'm emotional chipotle shits
I'm the last one you will find
See me nailed to a crossed mind
I'm on the brink
I'm on the edge of a bridge
but I'm not singing about this song
I'm not talking about you and me
I'm just imagining myself
At the bottom of a lake
I hate to be dramatic,
but I told you so
(YEAH I'LL) never be the fun one
I'll be the one with all the problems
Playin' hide'n'seek with the sun
Wondering how the fuck I got so lame
At the bottom of my wits
I'm emotional chipotle shits
I'm the last one you will find
See me nailed to a crossed mind
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9. |
Tremors
03:20
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A tremor, before I remember
What the hell is going on
It creeps up, in my cold sweat,
I'm wondering,
What the fuck was in that bong?
It comes in the night,
and I'd be rattling in your arms
but you're not here
and I need help
I need you to save me from myself
The lights flash,
The room shakes,
I think I'm drowning in my skin
I don't know where the past ends
and where the loss of you begins
Please stay...
But you're not here?
I think you've been gone for a year or two
But I need help
I need you to save me from myself
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