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Worse Than Sickness
03:55
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I'm not dying, I'm already dead.
A passing of time won't wait for me,
to figure it out; the things I need
to be, and do, and say.
Sudden ghost of my future
facing me at every turn.
Worse than sickness,
I hate responsibility.
I'm not dying, I'm already dead.
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Tiger Baby Bullshit
03:23
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See me more, see me more
I'm the one you ignore.
So much time to myself
So many thoughts to myself,
and they're all about you.
When you play stupid, I lose my interest
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Weathered
04:17
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I used to be in the center,
and I can't tell if those surrounding me
began to dissipate, or if I chose to leave.
The place that I used to go to
to get away
time changed.
There's not much left to me and around me
these days.
Fading in the background, and I can't hold on.
I laugh at those clinging to youth and past.
As it's a painful parting, I deal with in silence.
Where will the summers go to?
Where will I, where will we go to?
Fewer and fewer unfamiliarities,
I get weathered maintaining
myself for someone or something.
There's nothing left.
I feel I never honed in or perfected anything.
I live a lonely chaos, headstrong and jaded.
Don't let the lights burn out.
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Dream Companion
03:48
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Wonder, as I'm falling through the sky
Will we wake up?
Woe. We may never know how it feels
to be alone, on our very own
intergalactic ride without guidance.
Woke up, had a dream I was gonna die.
The government is trying to kill me.
Beaming sounds and images into my head,
I'm convinced they're trying to make me kill myself
I wonder, when I stare into the skies above me,
are they staring back at me?
I want my own alien companion.
And no doubt about it,
when they're staring back down on us,
that they're (hella)bummed on what they see.
I know, we're fucked. I know and I agree
that dis world be crumblin', yo.
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5. |
Cottonmouth In Stereo
02:59
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Open the pyramid within your mind.
Completely unravel time.
Open.
Unravel.
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6. |
Central Texas
02:11
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I have memories of places that remain still behind me.
But when I revisit them, they appear the same.
But nothing is.
They are merely become another persons memories.
Of a place that they too will come back to.
And feel has been lost.
I have memories of places.
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Living Alone Denver, Colorado
Max Boyd: Guitar/ Vocals
Matt Best: Drums/ Vocals
Dan Galansky: Guitar/ Vocals
Dan Gilbert: Bass/ Vocals
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