1. |
Space
05:43
|
|||
|
I'm working on my rocket
I'm gonna make a trip
Back to the sunset strip
I'm out here on this comet
Just whizzing into space
I don't know if I can recall your face at all
I want to say goodnight
But we're already light years away
I'm sailing through the starlight
But every galaxy reminds me that nothing at all means much to me
I'm working on my rocket
But running out of gas
Guess I'll have to find another hand for me to land
I want to say goodnight
But we're already light years away
We're already, we're already, light years away
We're already, we're already, light years away
We're already, we're already, light years away
|
||||
2. |
Birdhill
02:09
|
|||
|
I've been standing on the birdhill
Just that way inclined
And if I'm being on the level
I've been dancing with the devil
Terrifying old monsters that just flap about all day and night
And make you feel like there's something missing
I've had my fill of the birdhill
I've been standing on the birdhill
Just that way inclined
I thought the world was made of feathers
But God knows nothing lasts forever
Terrifying old dinosaurs that hide their bones under you pillow
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
I've had my fill of the birdhill
|
||||
3. |
Lemming
03:44
|
|||
|
And I run to the water
I want it all, I want it all
Don't want a half, don't want a quarter
I want it all, I want it all
So I fall like my father
It's not my call, it's not my call
And buy it, buy it, I can buy it, buy it
Let me buy it, buy it, wanna buy it, buy it
I want it all, I want it all
And I'm light as a feather, don't let me fall, hardly fall at all
And I fall in the water, I'm still alive, I'm so alive
Buy it, buy it, wanna buy it, buy it
Let me buy it, buy it, wanna buy it, buy it
Wanna buy it, buy it, let me buy it, buy it
Let me buy it, buy it, let me buy it, buy it
Crawl in the water, I'm still alive, I'm so alive
And I fall in the water, I'm still alive, I'm so alive
And I fall in the water, I'm still alive, I'm so alive
|
||||
4. |
Sitcom
03:25
|
|||
|
The ghosts in the graveyard are bored to death of it all
Yellow smiley faces, no traces of life at all
And bats in the belfry just selfie from dusk till dawn
While headless horse riders chew spiders the whole night long
And it's lalalalalalalalalala that's life
And werewolves of London come undone about the soul
In cities of titties, just kiddies who've lost control
Frankenstein's designed to remind you to ask for more
While undead ambition auditions on every floor
And it's lalalalalalalalalala that's life
And it's lalalalalalalalalala that's life
So lock up your daughters, night crawlers have come to town
They've come for our brains, they've come to entertain the crowd
No more double features, sea creatures they've all been drowned
While vampires are sucking the daylights out of the ground
|
||||
5. |
Postcards
04:01
|
|||
|
You always send the sickest postcards
And they're always double-stamped
The mailman's standing in the front yard
Weeping in the potted plants
They're sticking scarecrows in the front lawn
Smell of witches in the air
They buzz like moths around confession
Or is this an electric chair?
And oh dear, oh dear, it's such a fix
We took the backroads tail lights burning
Left no marks upon the door
The rabble-rousers all been dealt with
Their bodies stashed beneath the floor
Still laying mousetraps in the attic
Counting staples in the bank
The boats are keeling in the shipyard
This town is green as a fish tank
And oh dear, oh dear, it's such a fix
|
||||
6. |
The Sea
04:50
|
|||
|
Dust off that shotgun and raise the alarm
They're coming over the mountain, they're taking the farm
I don't think they're stopping by for afternoon tea
Cause it looks like they just walked straight out of the sea
Draw the curtains, lock all the doors
Bury the rabbit skins under the floor
I can hear the death rattle of the old apple tree
And I wonder if my maker's coming for me
Hand me that shotgun; I'll fill it with lead
And if you take the heart I'll just aim for the head
We'll watch the world explode in a beautiful mess
As the tears run like spiders down your wedding dress
Such a funny time of year out on the old frontier
And only the dead speak of Jesus round here
I hope that in time it will all become clear
Hallelujah
|
||||
7. |
This Robot
04:13
|
|||
|
This robot's early every day
Works the line just seven feet away
I don't think I've even once seen him stop for tea
I guess he's just a real good employee
Ah
This robot loves his overtime
I'm concerned he's thrown away his prime
Promotion, no it doesn't seem to be part of his plan
I guess he's just a company man
Ah
He works so hard sometimes I worry about his health
He's like a sex machine on the conveyor belt
Not in it for a prize, they say he'll never unionize
Who knows, they say "they're getting smarter everyday"
Ah
He works so hard sometimes I worry about his heart
But they say his circuit board is real state of the art
Not in it for a raise, they say he doesn't care for praise
Who knows, they say "they're getting smarter everyday"
But in the dark of the night does his motor burn bright?
Is he the loneliest light on the factory floor?
Just like a prisoner of war
|
||||
8. |
Lawn
03:08
|
|||
|
Leave me on the lawn
I've been overgrown
Since before I was born
What's so wrong
What's so wrong
With so long?
Split me to the bone
I've been overgrown
Since before I was born
What's so wrong
What's so wrong
With so long?
|
||||
9. |
Dark End of the Blue
04:44
|
|||
|
In a world of darkness
We can find ourselves a light
It could be so easy if you just turn round and squeeze me tonight
In a sky of strange clouds
We could fly ourselves a kite
It could be so breezy that you'd never have to leave me tonight
And out of the blue, the deep dark unending blue, my sweetheart
I turn to you and wonder if this is going under
I wonder if you've been to the dark end of the blue?
I wonder
In a world of darkness
You could be my satellite
It could be so easy or am I just being greedy tonight
And out of the blue, the deep dark unending blue, my sweetheart
I turn to you and wonder if this is going under
I wonder if you've been to the dark end of the blue?
I wonder
And out of the blue, the deep dark unending blue, my sweetheart
I turn to you and wonder if this is going under
I wonder if you've been to the dark end of the blue?
|
||||
If you like archmotors, you may also like:
the pink sunset over you
by angel apricot
angel apricot makes sweet and intimate '90s-style bedroom pop with delicate melodies and melancholic, reflective lyrics.
go to album
The Months I Missed
by Mellorine
The songs on the latest from Mellorine range from bright indie to surging post-rock, centered on earnest vocal melodies.
go to album
A riveting jam session from Pittsburgh, Pa. folk band Wisbands, who infuse classic Americana with jazz and psychedelic rock.
go to album
Music For 18 Magicians
by Karass
Tacoma's Karass whittled these bleak dream-pop gems from free-form jams, and the rhythms that rattle through them have a live energy.
go to album
With cameos from major players from the Toronto indie music scene, Breeze's “Only Up” is a playful mix of shoegaze, Britpop, and disco.
go to album
Live In... New York City
by Tex Crick
Australian artist Tex Crick takes a low-key, 70s singer-songwriter approach to his latest collection of songs.
go to album
Clair de Lunarette
by Lunarette
The indie pop four-piece shines on their debut.
go to album
