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Sister Big Boobs
02:44
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I saw you heading towards the altar
So I followed along but not for prayer
I wanted to brush by your body
And run my fingers by your hair
Hey sister big boobs maybe we can get together
God told me to tell you to wear that tight sweater
I saw you dancing in the aisle
Yeah you really made me smile
You said the joy was in your soul
How I wish you’d swing around that pole
Hey sister big boobs maybe we can get together
God told me to tell you to wear that tight sweater
Do you ever wonder why I sit with you at the single's meetings?
It’s so that we can hold hands when we pray
My hands are getting sweaty
my heart is beating faster now..........
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A million reasons why I love you
A million reasons why I don't
A million reasons I should stay here
And a million reasons why I won't
A million little complications
A million small regrets
A million validations
A million things I want to forget
It's weighing on me now
It seems like that forever is a concept that will never be realized
I know you can shine without me
I never should have tried to illuminate your heart
It's better this way
Cause we both know that the only time
That this has not been contentious
Was the first time that our eyes met
Right before we said hello
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Little Foxes
02:28
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Before it breaks
Before it’s over
Before it takes
What’s little left of my soul
I’ll try and shake off these shackles
I’ll try and break
Myself from this self-inflicted hell
Cause I know it’s the little things that arrest me
Don't mistake my silence
For forgiveness
I've never been one to let anything go
Gonna add it all up
You may have moved beyond but it’s my burden still
I know it's the little things that arrest me
Gonna mark the time by this miserable wall I build
I know it's the little things that arrest me
It’s the little foxes
It’s the cunning lies
It’s the paradoxes
It’s the hopeless tries
It’s the desperation
It’s the hanging on
It’s the feeling I get when all hope is gone
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Once
03:42
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Once you think it’s been collected
The truth becomes elusive
Confounding even wise men
Choosing it's own way
By which it's revealed
In irony it is concealed
Evading every trap laid
Once in the palm of my hand
It all begins to slip away
Contemplating thoughts of ancients
Who grappled with the questions
That only bring confusion
Looking for the clues
To what it's about
Once it's within we soon are without
Any sense of understanding
Once in the palm of my hand it all begins to slip away
And the meaning seems to disappear
Once we think it’s been made clear in our minds
When we stand upon the words we speak
They once again become weak in our mouths
To be enlightened then in the dark
Once all-consuming now not a spark
Of former revelation
Once in the palm of my hand it all begins to slip away
Trying to conjure up the meaning
Through mindless repetition
Of words that once transcended
Always in a flux
We try and pin it down
Saying that it's here
When is really surrounds
All our thoughts and expectations
Once in the palm of my hand it all begins to slip away
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Sirens
04:31
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How long will I ignore you before it goes away
How long will I ignore you before it goes away
Will you darken my heart
Will you darken my heart
It gets easier every time I turn away
To not feel like I'm wrong I'll sing along
With the sirens as they lead me to destruction
I know there's no life without you
I know there's nowhere I can go
It gets easier every time I turn away
To not feel like I'm wrong I'll sing along
With the sirens as they lead me to destruction
And the songs we sing sound so much better to my ears than your voice
I'll make a choice to ignore you while you're calling me back home
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Mike Indest New Orleans, Louisiana
This is indie rock that says something without shouting or faux-whispering. - Radio Eclectic
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