Butterknife and Everything
July 2018
Tracklist:
1. Glowing (0:35)
2. Party/Mystery (2:57)
3. The Strange Stay Dead (2:06)
4. Uranium (Part 1) (2:56)
5. Ghost (3:28)
6. Absolution (0:41)
7. Your Go-To Optimist (2:31)
8. She Is From The Sun (1:53)
9. Flowers (4:41)
10. Spectric Conversations (2:37)
11. Uranium (Part 2) (3:20)
12. Mira (1:18)
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Lyrics:
Glowing
[instrumental]
Party/Mystery
What should you do when you've moved? Memorize each window's view?
Or burn your things and look the other way?
The ushers ask the lead "who are you? Please invite us to your party!"
Steadies herself, nothing much to say
The guests are staring back at her, a silent dance, none say a word
Staggered glimpse of heaven sends her down
The strange stay dead and evening falls, there's nothing greater than control, oh no
Secret, selfish thoughts fill her head
Absolution absolution absolution absolution
And you could shake her but couldn't wake her
She lies purified, her eyes closed, knows there's nowhere quite like this
They're all laying in the grass discussing fated system crash
How simulated life will end tonight
She looks around with blown glass eyes, the guests are staring at the sky
She'll face her shadow, watching what's behind
Stars quit their shining, the sun now aligning
By crescent trees, colors unseen
"Oh just wait and you'll see"
Prisms projected, their vision protected
by lenses dark, skeptic remarks
"Oh just wait and you'll see"
And you could shake her but couldn't wake her
She lies purified, her eyes closed, secret, selfish thoughts fill her head
The Strange Stay Dead
We look up at the sky watching planes storm the moon
swarm around it like flies over fog cutting through
and I don't think of stories, I don't think of truth anymore
They all think that it's strange doing nothing at all
but I guess people change and I don't think it's wrong
I don't think of the past or hang things on my wall anymore
The paint could peel back and the ceiling could fall
and the air could combust and the night could dissolve
With one blow to the brain I could forget my name and age
Looking out into the dark I could see anything
We open the shades and the morning is bright
She has nothing to say and she sits for a while
Till the walls start to slip and my mind starts to give itself away
Catherine saw god when she stared at floor
but a god that is known is no god anymore
and she knows it's alright, there's no need to worry today
(looking out into the dark I could see anything)
Uranium (Part 1)
See, I could talk for hours and I'd never say a thing
Waiting endlessly for no one in this knocked-out fantasy
But when visions on the ceiling threw my thoughts in disarray
I left desert-bound and feeling changed
The scene was like a postcard as we moved across the land
Standing dark against the canyon, shadows bent across the sand
Home was like a cut-out in some re-enactment play
And my memories were painted strange
Well, he says he is no prophet but he speaks with quiet ease
And his telegenic manner makes you wanna wait and see
Oh, everything was painless like we knew it had to be
As with fission, as with cattle, strike the shepherd and they'll scatter
Knock the planets out of line, a parting sacrifice
Far past the burning farmhouse, the telegenetic sheep
Floorboards splintering in movements like a sawdust symphony
Ghost
Got lost last night, turned up today, they found her in a ditch half a mile away
There'd been some confusion, troubling conclusion, she said she could get home okay
Through the field she weaves, butter knife and everything
out to chase the ghost she claims had snuck in through the dog door
Drifting under the willow tree where June lost her identity and Mira lost her locket
Leave it in that certain place all wrapped in lace, even though you know
I'm not from the moon and you aren't either
Climb the hill to see where all the flowers used to be
to drown her culpability, to keep the righteous reaching
Place it under the willow tree another stolen effigy left out for the magpies
Leave it in that certain place all wrapped in lace, even though you know
I'm not from the moon and you aren't either
"Locked in the bathroom with the threat all over with
Call me your favorite or I'll load up the car again
Feeling alright but I can't make amends
Now, how could you love me in a time like this?"
I'm not from the moon and you aren't either
I'm not from the moon and you aren't either
I'm not from the moon and you aren't either
I'm not from the moon
In the field she sleeps, butter knife and everything
Lying in the dirt again, buried as she's breathing
Absolution
[instrumental]
Your Go-To Optimist
Twenty-six days till they drill my head, now remember what the bridesmaid said
How self-loathing keeps you home in bed so you ought to learn a trade instead
I'm a fraud without a job, counting magpies, wasting time
I'm so happy, I'm feeling weak, everything's so beautiful that I can't breathe
I've ruined your life, I'm doing fine, I've been doing quite alright
Only son, ugly daughter, when do we talk about the good ones?
Tried to sleep, but once again, I wake up wanting something more
Party girls and idle men, now they only make me bored
Been to the moon just for a trip but I know where I belong
Only son, ugly daughter, when do we talk about the good ones?
I'm your chosen televangelist, your second-favorite narcissist
Your all-in-one embarrassment, your go-to optimist
And I'll give you everything that I have, I'll give you everything that I have
You're my necessary hypnotist, my anesthesiologist
My crash-test mannequin, my unplanned eulogist
And I'll give you everything that I have, I'll give you everything that I have
Twenty-six days till they drill my head, now remember what the bridesmaid said
'cause I know that I've had every chance and there's no excuses left
She Is From The Sun
When she fell down from the sky, it was over so she opened her eyes
She knew that things would have to change, she knew that half would have to die
She is from the sun, she is from the sun
She came home with no plan and flowers everywhere
Something missing from her words and a blank, blank stare
It's as if the shadow never had been cast, as if the tides had never pulled
and when she walked along that passing star, she swore against the cold
Light was nearly blinding but in darkness she was trapped
Came home with no plan, she's never going back
The fish are in the garden and the clouds are in the lake
The tolling bell has hit the moon, the silver ring was fake
With green around her finger and mascara on her cheek
She pulled the secret from her tongue, she promised not to speak
She is from the sun, she is from the sun
Flowers
We stay quiet as we grip along the roofing, float around your TV set
Holding our lungs down as though breathing was some rusted twelve-step program
Vigilant, never touching
We're so lucky as we paint our little houses, scratch-off victory
We're so happy as we're looking through our microscopes
Nothing we can't see, time, talk, and action
You keep waiting for the call, the change that you've been counting on
When it all starts feeling like your own
A picture-postcard on the wall to show you what is beautiful
feels just like home
Girls named after flowers should never be trusted
Girls named after flowers should never be trusted
We're so pretty as we reach the starry desert, two-thousand far headlights
Never planting seeds, just laying flowers in the sand
a picture-perfect sight
Girls named after flowers should never be trusted
Girls named after flowers should never be trusted
Spectric Conversations
The moon was a dividing cell of bone and prism glass
Each sun had a sister as the night broke clean in half
Sometimes when it's quiet, you can hear the spectric conversations
between the lights that pass
Stare out the window of a dark, dark room
You see your subjects but they can't see you
You're still waiting
The one-way-mirror blue sky pushed the stars from out of view
and everyone who passes by sees something strange in you
Sometimes when it's quiet, you can hear the spectric conversations
of watchers coming through
You'd be unseen in empathic disguise if only you knew what you had to hide
Stare out the window of a dark, dark room
You see your subjects but they can't see you
You're still waiting
Uranium (Part 2)
He dropped the beaker, splitting dark solution all across the floor
The crystal chandelier was the first to go
And if you see them, tell them all that I'm not troubled anymore
If it's truthful, I'll be the last to know
The things you learn up there seem like everything
But they don't mean much at all when you come back down
The things you learn up there seem like everything
But they don't mean much at all when you come back down
Mira
Got lost last night, turned up today, they found her in a ditch half a mile away
There'd been some confusion, troubling conclusion, she said she could get home okay
Through the field she weaves, butter knife and everything
out to chase the ghost she claims had snuck in through the dog door
Drifting under the willow tree where June lost her identity and Mira lost her locket
Leave it in that certain place all wrapped in lace, even though you know
I'm not from the moon and you aren't either
