1. |
Two Wheel Driver
04:53
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I’m the mega Two Wheel Driver
I could send a tremble through the fingers that could tie so many down
I’m looking to give to get some
I’m standing in the last ovation
I’m pressing all the re-play buttons
Trying to decide what I’m afraid to keep
Living in a curbside pipedream
And you
Do you really care?
I’m dreaming of a radio reject
I’m ready for the downfall
I am grasping at the straw of 3:15
Turning back the dials on mainstreet
I’m shaking like an organ donor
I’m giving all my youth to women
Shedding all the dust between my teeth
Ripping off the teenage drum queen
And you
Do you really care?
People tell me you quit playing
I remember when you taught me how to shake a hand and keep a beat
Jazz musicians go down easy
I’m the mega Two Wheel Driver
I could send a tremble through the fingers that could tie so many down
I’m looking to give to get some
And you
Do you really care?
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2. |
Edison
04:43
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I’ve had silly kisses
That’s not what this is
You kicked me hard down to the floor
I need a mattress
So I can practice
And leave the flesh outside your door
And you’ll sit there wondering why I’m a rewound type of guy
Say you love me
I don’t mind
Just fix that pretty head
I’m your turnstile
I’m not worthwhile
I don’t mind
Because what I’ve done hasn’t been said
I tore off your necklace
I wear a red dress
I need a quick fix of nicotine
You wear that beret for every doomsday
You’ve got friends in every scene
And you’ll sit there wondering why I’m a rewound type of guy
Say you love me I don’t mind
Just fix that pretty head
I’m your turnstile
I’m not worth while
I don’t mind
Because what I’ve done hasn’t been said
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3. |
32 & 33
05:12
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Looking at the back of your head is taking me a while
If I could pluck a loch of your hair, I’d throw it in the pile
I met 32 and 33, they took a look at me
But when they stood and reached to shake my hand I couldn’t even breathe
Save me, Ohio
I could never really grow a beard, oh take a look and see.
But I heard all the truly pretty things are somewhere in between
I’m gonna try to spit between my teeth, I’ve got something to prove
But when I start to act and think like that, It’s probably time to move
Save me, Ohio
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4. |
Dirty Gutter
03:55
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I wrote my song to the rain
Sitting down on a cloudy day
Wrote my song to the rain
As the brass began to play
Wrote my song to the rain
What’s the use in staying here
When a daydream is all that’s clear
I wrote you into this refrain
So in the air you will remain
Wrote my song to the rain
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5. |
Dyno
04:20
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She’s riding in the backseat with her knobby knees
Saying “I love you pretty boy, oh baby, won’t you get inside of me?”
He kisses her feet
He says something sweet
Another little defeat
Well, maybe it’s the heat
Or the smoke
Or your laugh
Or the joke that I told
But we can’t take a swim
Or a drink
For we’d choke
Or we’d sink
And grow old
She’s been thinking all about him, riding on the J Train
He’s dancing with other women, woman
Looking to make another stain
He isn’t to blame
Using fake names
She’ll just stay the same
Well, maybe it’s the heat
Or the smoke
Or your laugh
Or the joke that I told
But we can’t take a swim
Or a drink
For we’d choke
Or we’d sink
And grow old
Now he’s sitting in the front seat, counting empty hands
Looking for other pretty victims, shooting while he can
He never meant to hurt you, to desert you
To bite you and spurn you
But he did
Gotta love that Crazy Kid
Coyote
Well, maybe it’s the heat
Or the smoke
Or your laugh
Or the joke that I told
But we can’t take a swim
Or a drink
For we’d choke
Or we’d sink
And grow old
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6. |
Sick of Pretending
02:52
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“Theater is a place where nothing ever happens”
Then why are people going?
Standing in the place of someone from Tacoma
The seats are overflowing
Well, I ain’t got no time to waste
So I’m just gonna take your place
And I am so sick of pretending that I am not someone else
So sick of pretending
Well, never mind.
I’ll stay the same while my hands are in my pockets
Afraid to beg and borrow
I’ve got two good friends and a lazy bottle rocket
Why can’t we play tomorrow?
I’ll stand here for a moment dear
Now tell me what you want to hear because
I’m so sick of pretending that I am not someone else
So sick of pretending
Well, never mind.
So sick of pretending
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7. |
Splitting Hairs
03:41
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I never went to Ohio
But I sure knew where I went
All the doubt and all the wondering has made me live inside my head
I was never that careful
But I know what it is to hide
I have shown you all my laughter
And I told you all I cried
I need to tell a good lie before I die
I never danced with Carina
But I sure loved the way she twirled
Every time I stared moving I got caught up in her curls
I never stood on the highway
Or counted cards before I played
I have lots of things to tell you
But I don’t know what to say
I need to tell a good lie before I die
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8. |
Without Warning
04:22
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And without warning he wakes
And without warning he lingers
And without warning he started to breathe
And the cracks in the tracks are saying don’t look back
And without warning he waits
And he starts tapping his fingers
And worries starting from where could he be
When the wind does blow and there’s no one home
Everyone I see
Grew up to be
And without warning he takes
All the sound from the singers
And carries with him the space in between
To a name and a street that he should meet
Everyone I see
Grew up to be
Everyone I see
Grew up to be
One of the men
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