Crumble and Fall

Come on out tonight and make a new trail, break bricks, drink swizzle sticks. Come on out tonight and watch it fall, and we'll laugh at it all. Throw shoes at our enemies and fall flat on our knees. Punch at the air and spread our disease. Come on out tonight and watch it fall, and we'll laugh at it all. It'll crumble and fall and we'll laugh at it all. Something's brewing in my little city head, so let's break bricks and wait for the dead. Slice us up and once or twice erupt on what I thought life would be. Slice us up and once or twice erupt, the dust of the death makes me laugh while I sneeze. Throw shoes at our enemies and fall flat on our knees. Punch at the air and spread our disease. Come on out tonight and watch it fall, and we'll laugh at it all. Come on out. Come on Out.

Miracle Day
I haven't seen any miracles in my day. Every time I get spiritual, it fades away. I look up at the moon and get lost without a trace. I always come down too soon and we're standing face to face. Wishing there was more to say. Wishing the truth would just fade away. Never promised I'd devote my life to you. I always thought we would simplify - why can't we simplify the truth? I look up at the moon and get lost without a trace. I always come down too soon and we're standing face to face. Wishing there was more to say. Wishing the truth would just fade away. Likeness in our spirit goes a long, long way. I know you don't want to hear it but I can not find my way. Likeness in our spirit started fading today. I know you don't wanna hear it but I need you to stay. Make it miracle day.

Corral
Ghost town - private property. Water tower - electricity. Top of the hill - bridge to the horizon. I feel the wind where the past begins and the future is exhausted and lost. Corral. Fossils unfold - natives of the hill. Stories seldom told - paving dirt to kill. Fossils unfold - stories carved in bone. I flee the winds where the past transcends and the future is buried by skeletons. The fears we carry in our hearts separate each step we take. To understand the games we play take the moments vividly. And let them all disintegrate. Corral. Hill hawks seeking fresh valleys, cause all the bones have been pecked dry. Brittle rain hits deserted dirt roads as horizon's bridge hides behind the clouds. Footprints sing the past to me. Close to a cloudburst, wind hits the earth in my ear, crimson with stray bursts, washing away all my fears, washing away thousands of years, washing away all my fears. Starting all over - bearing our bones. Corral.

The Chase
I want you close in this little space but I'm through with the chase. We will watch each other in the morning, coffee brewing, you'll have tea, thunder whispering - stay here - stay home with me. When I'm not around, I know how you'll feel, you'll wait by the phone. And when I turn up, we won't need to speak, so little left unknown. When you look at me, my eyes may roam, who knows what I'll see. Will you keep me close in your thoughts? Think about me every day? Think about our cloudy mornings? Watching the clouds roll away. Will you keep me close in your thoughts? Think about me every day? Think about our cloudy mornings? Sleep covering your face, your eyes opening the day. Will you be there when the sun is gone and all the clouds roll away? I want you close in this little space but I'm through with the chase.

Veins
She was raised in a trashy town with silk bouquets and hypochondriacs. Bullyboys were all his friends, but you never saw him with bloody hands. Raised on jesus, raised in jeans - double standards, tv themes. Now he's sittin in an office chair, his friends are dead and he don't care. He spends his nights with a frozen head - empty vials, veins of lead. Crossing down through the upper town, he wants to feel like he's been around, to golden parties in tinsel town. He's been kissed, he's been loved, parades have happened in the stars above for simple wishes of silver doves. Now he's sittin in an office chair, his friends are dead and he don't care. He spends his nights with a frozen head - empty vials, veins of lead. He's been sittin all day, he's been livin, been livin.

 

Sick Friends
Blue vinyl eyes, as she tries to twist the game into a broken million sighs, as she cries. She really thinks she tries. The rolling of the sewn up sister calls. When you've fallen in her eyes she stalls, and averts her glance to a couples dance. It's not for me to say she shouldn't have her way. She really thinks she tries. Because she thinks she's blue, and that she's finally earned something new, like the right to have you too. But everything she says is true. It's not for me to say she shouldn't have her way. She really thinks she tries. She really thinks she tries. The rolling of the sewn up sister calls, lying on her back was never so easy. The self-pity and the shame in one tear falls, and warm blue blood is turning red and freezing. Blue vinyl eyes, as she cries - just because she never lies. She thinks because of how it was that she won't have to pick up the pieces. And because she's earned something new, she'd never think that of you. And all though she's feeling blue - she'd never, never think that of you. She really thinks she tries.

Susan
Burnin in the flame of the mountain boys campfire. You can dry the match of the gift of choice. Trip down to Susan - the angel from the sky, run down to Susan - visiting our tree. We were sitting in the circle of a bonfire with the match she gave to me. So I look and look and smile from circle to circle, tappin on the dirt from the sea. Trip down to Susan - the angel from the sky, run down to Susan - visiting our tree. Oh…On a wavy mountain. Oh…What you've done to me. Lighting a matchboy's campfire. Burnin in the dirt of your sea - swimmin in the dirt of your sea. Trip down to Susan - the angel from the sky, run down to Susan - visiting our tree. Burnin in the flame of the matchgift of choice, it was used to set the circle. Why not make it happy baby? To roll down a wavy mountain - cleaning up the dirt from your sea. Trip down to Susan - the angel from the sky, run down to Susan - she's burning up our tree.

Love & Lead
Never know the secrets I've been hiding. Never know the rivers from the streams. Only see the sand air in the dust trails. Only see the difference in the teams. Wasn't there a dream? Come and see the paths that I've been traveling, come and run a mile in my head. Never know the secrets I've been hiding. Never know the river's end is dead. Wasn't there a dream? Without which you're a zombie. There is no in between when it comes to you and me. You'll never know the way that you touched me. I never meant to see the way you see. You only see the sand air in the dust trails. You only see there is no in between. Well I've kept you in my head and I've lost you in my bed. It's all been left unsaid - stones of love and lead. Never did I want to know the strange way that you see things. Now I'm waking up to discover that you've left them all with me. Now that's the way I see - sand air in the dust trails. There is no pride in me - no pride left in me. Once there was a dream without which I'm a zombie, there is no in between - when it comes to being free, there's you and then there's me and nothing in between, when it comes to you and me - nothing in between.

Crooked
Like a city street they forgot to light up. Like a holiday greeting they forgot to sign. Like a bus ride through a grassy meadow with no street - the first time we meet. Like a child shouting out commercials on a train, like a summer's day when you are cooled off by the rain, like the doctors telling you your sick with pain. I meet you for the first time. There's a crooked tree that grows in your yard. There your people are very sharply standing guard. There's a horseman running errands for a crime. There's a fish man swimming oceans with your sign. Like an author playing tricks upon your brain, like a healthy old man walking with a cane, like a child shouting out commercials on a train, you stopped to complain, on a paved country lane, where I met you for the first time. There's a crooked tree that grows in your yard. There your people are very sharply standing guard. There's a horseman running errands for a crime. There's a fish man swimming oceans with your sign. You told me secrets I believed with all my heart - like not to walk on the cracks in the pavement when it's dark, and I believed you with a smile - for a while. I've been traveling around and what I found, on a paved country lane you were playin tricks - I spied. You were playin tricks.

Shaken Still
You can blame it on them, if you only ever knew them, you could blame it all on them. You can blame it on me, I am so eager to let you blame it all on me. Count the times I have been to your rescue, but your fears they always win. One month - two days - three hours away. So you've rethought your childhood, and you found it ended before it could begin. You were shaken still in isolation, the moonlight and the icy sky your friend. All your thoughts cloaked in silence - well you can blame it on the way we count the days. One month - two days - three hours away.

So Blind
It's chasing all the stories of your life. Trusting all the dreams you keep inside that makes me want to know. Why do you challenge? Throw me off balance. After all the darker days, the smaller things that made us crazed. I thought that we would overcome the doubts and fears that made us numb. And all the games we used to play would drift on down and fade away. Why do you challenge? Throw me off balance. Why have you come undone? What are you running from? You're all I want, it's true. My destiny lies in you. How can I make it any clearer to you? It's chasing all the stories of your life. Easing your suspicions, so blind. Trusting all the dreams you keep inside. Trusting all the dreams.

Living Memory
I saw you, you were following me, so I walked to a place we'd never been - beyond the brink of eternity. And I'll wait, to find out what you left me with. A bed of stone and a blanket of leaves, stars blocking a sight unseen. Sewer alleys and marble pipe dreams, and waves of people pushing you and me, beyond the chains of reality - I don't wanna look back. And I'll wait, to find out what you left me with. A bed of stone and a blanket of leaves, stars blocking a sight unseen. And I'll wait, to figure out what you left me with. To see if you're linked to all the troubles I've seen. I looked to you as I was drownin in doubt, you see, I thought you had it all figured out. Your eyes were like a fire that could fly me to the clouds. We were getting so close; you were bringin me out. I've gotta know what you were thinkin about. They say it's too late, I say it's never too late. And I'll wait. I'll wait.

 


all lyrics by Bill Budd except Crumble & Fall and Sick Friends by Drae Campbell all lyrics © buddendorf except Crumble & Fall and Sick Friends © buddendorf/campbell

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