1. |
Monologs & Elegies
03:26
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All the lines that I forgot
All the times that I got shot
In all those awful plays
Remember when they used to mean a lot
We were sold out every night
They were crowding out the aisles
There was amazement on their faces
Everytime we'd dim the lights
So damn you golden age
When the critics used to hate
The ladies used to cheer
The actors used to bow and leave the stage
Now every empty seat
Tells a story of defeat
Of how the dreams we used to dream
Got taken down by movie screens
So bow out bravely
To the thundering applause
Of our hearts beating in unison
Like voices in an ancient greek choir
They're screaming: "Save us
The final act's a tragedy
It's monologs and elegies
For our entire company tonight"
Do you remember stage fright
Looking back it was the best thing in my life
Every line I ever read
Every friend I ever met
The spotlight's resting on the dust
That will be lost forever
Now ths movie set's a cage
And the camera shows my age
I miss the comfort of the stage
We should have stayed together
I only get to play the fathers
To much younger angry lovers
Such an insult to my skills
But then again it pays the bills
And all I ever do is scream
Every word in every scene
Is just like poison on my lips
The rest is silence I guess
So bow out bravely
To the thundering applause
Of our hearts beating in unison
Like voices in an ancient greek choir
They're screaming: "Save us
The final act's a tragedy
It's monologs and elegies"
God, I could use your company tonight
We'd say each word like it's the last we'd ever say
We'd change the end of every play
We'd join hands and leave the stage together
Meet on the other side
Rebuild our dreams, reclaim our lives
Resist the urge to turn around
We'd try and keep the curtain down
We'd never look back again...
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2. |
Scene Crimes
02:58
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I remember before
I passed out on the floor
We were talking about
How that final encore
Was the best fucking version
Of that classic song
Off their first indie record
Before they went wrong
You said: "Most bands get worse
It's the sophomore curse
They get big with the first
And burn out with the third"
And I said:
"You might be right about that"
And we all sing along
With the rest of the scene
To the same simple songs
Ever since we were teens
While the bands come and go
Sell the merch, play the show
Spend the night on the couch
Move along and sell out
That's just how it goes
It was six o'clock
When the drugs left your body
All the band guys had moved on
To some other party
You said: "I don't remember
A song that they played
But I heard they got signed
So they must have been great"
And I said:
"I'm not so sure about that"
And we all sing along
With the rest of the scene
To the same simple songs
Ever since we were teens
While the bands come and go
Sell the merch, play the show
Spend the night on the couch
Move along and sell out
That's just how it goes
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3. |
A Long Drive
03:26
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So we sat on stones at the side of the road
And you told me all I needed to know:
I was trying to cross when an old lady lost control
Of the car that she drove
She was way too fast
I left cracks in the glass
When the blow picked me up off my feet
So I tried to remember the pain when I hit the concrete
And you said you knew from the moment we met
And my voice was shaky when I called you back
You said the rain beat down on the hood of your van
When we kissed in the back and made all kinds of plans
And I tried to think of the moment we met
Of the way I felt when I called you back
And I finally said: „I'm not that man
I was born again in the back of that ambulance"
We spent the rest of the day down at Monterey Bay
Where we used to come to relax
When you pulled me close I flinched and said:
„It's time to go back"
And you said I knew from the moment we met
And your heart was racing when I called you back
And I tried so hard and I shook my head
And you looked so lost and I felt so dead
And you showed me letters that I wrote to you
And you played the songs that we'd made love to
And I said: „I really wish I knew
But I'm not that man, and you know it too"
And it's not my fault, as a matter of fact
'Cause my bones were broken and my skull was cracked
And my heartbeat stopped and they brought me back
And whatever you meant, it is gone, it is dead
And you tried not to cry on the long drive home
And you looked so cute and I felt so alone
But you shied away when I touched your hand and said:
„You really died in the back of that ambulance"
There's comfort in starting again, I guess
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4. |
Your Father's House
02:58
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Take a last look around the house
This silent tomb your father built
The decay and the rust
The book shelves covered in dust
Tiny holes you will never fill
You used to come here for conversations
Now you only come here for funerals
People you don't even know
Telling you how much you've grown
So much for trying to be someone else
Yeah, so much for trying to be someone else
They kept your bedroom the way it was
Just in case you ever needed a place to stay
The fading pictures on graying walls, now they're all
All that is left of your family
The countless times that you promised to call back
A dozen letters your father didn't send
A thousand words to be left unspoken
And a thousand words that you never meant to say
A thousand words you never meant
Check your tie and straighten up
Say the things you need to say
Make a toast and raise your cup
To the man you kept at bay
Shake the cold and caring hands
Tell them how you're glad they came
Say it loud and confident
Clench your fist and turn away
There always seemed to be so much time
To set things straight, to get them right
Now the house is finally sold
And they're close to moving in
You just sit there in the cold
While it all comes back again
„Just remember, son“, he wrote
„We were happy then...“
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5. |
Hibernate
03:32
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Cuddle up, honey, the dark days are coming
Cool it down, no more chasing or running
It's us and the blankets
Against the world outside
And it keeps getting colder every day
They're closing the roads
And there's ice on the lake
Any bear would agree there's no need to stay awake
Now the colors are gone and the sunlight is dying
Face it, baby, there's no use in trying
To get through the days
In a world stuck in black and grey
So let's hibernate
Let's sleep through the winter
Let's disappear
And wake up with the leaves next year
Now isn't that
Isn't that a brilliant idea
Sleep through the winter
Let's hibernate
And never leave the bed we made
Now isn't that
Isn't that just how it should be
I know It's been a rough year for both of us
Guess we've never been closer to giving up
Still there is hope
If we bury our past in the snow
Go to sleep, just wait for the day
When the sun's back in charge
It'll just melt away
And we'll sit and laugh
At how stupid we used to be
Hurry up, lock the door, close the blinds
Shed your fears and doubts
Leave 'em outside
Shut your system down, step out in spring
Take a deep breath and realize
That time is a beautiful thing
Let's sleep through the winter
Let's disappear
And wake up with the leaves next year
Now isn't that
Isn't that a brilliant idea
Sleep through the winter
Let's hibernate
And never leave the bed we made
Now isn't that
Isn't that just how it should be
Hurry up, lock the door, close the blinds...
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