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Holy Water
03:58
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She tells them all a story
One they will tell for years to come
She tells them she ain’t sorry
They can wait for theirs for now
Drown me in the holy water
Hang me out to dry
At least lie to me
It’s that easy
I don’t ask for much
She digs herself a quarry
As water slowly fills her mouth
Laughing at the sun
She’ll find her way from here somehow
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AWD
04:41
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It’s nicotine and night sweats
Could this be as good as it gets
It’s gasoline and corvettes
Is it me or is this just a joke
It’s alcohol, all the money spent
Money made so you can throw it all way
Such a fine, fine line
Between living the dream and living in one
Are you having fun
At the expense of someone else?
Touch screens, it’s touch and go
So much you see but what do you know?
Big times and split ends
Big to do’s and imaginary friends
Big smiles only last so long
Hugs hang and linger like a drug
Are you having fun
With an expensive someone else?
Such a fine, fine line
Between making the scene and making one
Such a fine, fine line
Between living the dream and living in one
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3. |
Againing Again
03:37
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Back with the dawn
With the birds softly calling
With the words
You said I said
The birds said I let you down
Back with the dawn again
Every evening I’m upside down
Meet the morning when my head hits the ground
And the clock says it’s half-passed
As we stare face to face
The clock says I let you down
Againing again
All our days are numbered
You can buy them at the store
Mark them one by one
As you tally up the score
They it’s not a race or a competition
Well, I lost if it really isn’t
Well, I’m lost
And wistfully wish for remission
Back with my thoughts
With the footsteps faintly following
With the whispers whimpering in my bed
The words you said I said
And the whispers they wither
I let you down
I let you down
I let you down
I let you down again
I’m againing again
I’m againing again
I’m againing again and again
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4. |
Moving Day*
05:39
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It’s moving day
All across the land
I guess folks got tired
Of the lives that they had
So pack up your things
Move them down by the road
Some things are worth selling
That still won’t get sold
Some things aren’t worth telling
That still get told
I can’t help but wonder where they’re going
And how and why and what they’ll do when they’re there
It’s moving day
Moving day
I heard that some people
Found a home in the sky
I didn’t believe it
Til the cloud passed me by
I turned to a man
Asked how they’re breathing up there
He said it’s the same as it is
To breathe anywhere
He said the higher you go than
The cleaner the air
I wonder if they’ll use the same words
Or if they’ll speak a language we’ve never heard
It’s moving day
Moving day
I asked him again
How they eat up that way
He said they get their food fresh
From the market that day
If it grows in the ground
It can grow in the sky
It doesn’t seem right
Though, I can’t say quite why
I can’t point my finger
No, I can’t say quite why
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5. |
Hellven
04:29
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Hellbent on heaven
Breaking down broken down dreams
In hopes to forget them
Heaven sent for heaven’s sake
Lord knows he wouldn’t wait
For you to make the same mistakes
Tongue-tied with laces tight
You wanna speak your mind
But the feelings come out cold, coals from an old fire
Face to face with life itself
Forced to face, in its place
A living hell
There’s no use trying
You carry all the blame
There’s no need to lie
When you permeate your shame
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6. |
7 Days
04:06
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It’s getting to the point again
When I decide to stay in bed
For seven days
Block out all of the sun’s rays
And conscientiously proceed
To lose my friends
The feeling’s always half-way clear
When I am half-way through a beer
Or ten or twelve
Through half the liquor on the shelf
And trying to convince myself
I can disappear
I feel a certain sadness
Coming on
It’s nothing new
It’s just been so long
And though I want it gone
There’s no place for it go
And still it don’t
No it don’t
Don’t feel wrong
Late at night as I lay in bed
With thoughts of you and alcohol going through my head
I toss and turn and fall asleep
Soon you infiltrate my dreams
The likes of which I haven’t seen
Since I pronounced myself dead
Morning comes at the break of dawn
Legs twisted up, my muscles worn, I’m sweating off
Five minutes later I’m jacking off
Five minutes later I’m packing up
Five minutes later I’m on my way
To work that day
They say that you learn
Something new every day
Well, I learned something about myself today
That I do it to myself
And then ask for it again
And that that’s
No, that’s never gonna change
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Maybe
05:33
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Maybe I’m a drama queen
Maybe I really am mean
Maybe this has amphetamine cut into it
I don’t know
Maybe I care too much
Maybe I don’t care enough
Maybe this stuff is actually rough
I don’t know
Maybe it’s the ecosphere
Starting to disappear
Maybe it’s you
Stupid smiling from ear to ear
I don’t know
All I know
Is I need you
To feel lonely
All I mean
Is I need you
To feel alone
All I’m trying to say
Is I need you
Cuz you help me feel okay
About how I feel anyway
I don’t know
Maybe that all came out wrong
Probably shouldn’t have called at all
Maybe I should just scrap this song
And burn the page
I don’t know
Maybe love’s not all the rage
Maybe rage subsides with rage
Maybe it just exponentiates
And steals the page
Of how you see things
I don’t know
All I know
Is I need you
To feel lonely
All I mean
Is I need you
To feel alone
All I’m trying to say
Is I need you
Cuz you help me feel okay
About how I feel anyway
I don’t know
Maybe I’m a drama queen
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8. |
Eat at Max's
05:08
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I don’t mind waiting
So long as a table is coming my way
I don’t mind waiting
So long as you have got something to say
Put your hands down in your pockets
Think of Max and call her for breakfast
Here comes my maker
With the paper and the time of day
Here comes my maker
With a coffee and a glass of whiskey
Keep your questions at the counter
Put your problems on your tab
Stand by her smoking
In the break of the light of dawn
It’s hard to imagine
That she’s been smoking here all along
Put your arm up around her shoulder
Say, hey Max maybe when we are older
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9. |
Not Accustomed Much
04:05
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All the voices in my head
Have finally started talking sense
They must have sought some help
For I don’t know where they went
How I strangely missed them
Despite all misleading things
They might have said
I’m done with fun and games
Games just ain’t no fun no more
All my days turn into playtime
Which is turning into chore
But I’m always bored
And I crash and crumble, baby
On come down’s rocky shores
I’m not accustomed much to leaving
No, I’m used to being left
And I feel like shit twice over
Cuz the first one don’t make sense
And I miss you
Though I dare not say the words I might regret
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10. |
Black and Blue
05:41
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Try as I might
This is a flightless bird
Winging it to write this awful word
This singing such a sorry sight
You mistake what you heard
Forward is right behind you
Seems I’ve been having trouble
Keeping track again
So I’ve been writing it all down
Like they did way back when
I check and scratch my head
The chicken scratch it read
Four hundred from two plus two
Ain’t nothing black and white
When it’s all black and blue
Try to fight to hide
But it’s just you
And you don’t listen
To yourself much, do you
Ain’t nothing black and white
When it’s black and blue
Drank himself into a ditch
A couple of wintry nights after Christmas
And whispered to the snow
His final dying wish
Forgetting just how to put it
Everyone’s on heroin
It’s just to each their own
Daring to leave our haunted homes
It’s not enough for anyone of us
What our mama’s done for us
For else we’d all be born with our heroine
Ain’t nothing black and white
Til it’s all black and blue
Try to fight to hide
But it’s just you
And you don’t listen
To yourself much, do you
Ain’t nothing black and white
Til it’s black and blue
Ain’t nothing black and white
Til it’s black and blue
Ain’t nothing black and white
Til it’s black and blue
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Mean Sun Portland, Oregon
Mean Sun is a five-piece mid-tempo fair-to-middling not-quite-psychedelic rock band with singer-songwriter origins.
Based in Portland, Oregon.
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