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pynchonesque
03:41
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I always said to you I was a dream catcher
A modern day cynic, barstool lecturer
And you had this dream that I tethered
Absconded with, somehow, and altogether
And after that you were never the same
No you were never
Well I never
Get together with those people anymore
And I’d rather
Just draw the curtains and paint the doors
One day, you say, I’ll see the sunshine at my door,
I’ll awake
I always said to you I was a snake handler
A Pynchonesque proverb for the serpentine standard
And you had this faith that I shattered
Overstating it, somehow, that I knew better
And after that you were never the same
No you were never
Well I never
Get together with those people anymore
And I’d rather
Just draw the curtains and paint the doors
One day, you say, I’ll see the sunshine at my door,
I’ll awake. One day.
You say, you say, you say…
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When I go, I go go go
And just leave around some noisy sounds so touch and go
Cause when you know, sometimes you just know
And no mix of words or sounds could explain it though...
I ain't never want to be like that, no
I ain't never want to see like that, no
I ain't never want to feel like that, no
No
And when I'm sad, I can't put my finger on it
I want it like it was something to have
I got addicted to the black light, dead night, circular paths
Cut in half like I was starving to death
And only hoping for that sweet bread, but left begging for scraps
Windfalls, acts of god, and bloodbaths
Situation's touch and go, but go figure, I ain't never want to be like that
(don't want to be like that)
I ain't never want to be like that, no
I ain't never want to see like that, no
I ain't never want to feel like that, no
No
I ain't never want to get like that, no
I ain't never want to vent like that, no
I ain't never want to get upset, no
No
I ain't never want to be like that, no
I ain't never want to see like that, no
I ain't never want to feel like that, no
No
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out.of.the.bloo
03:30
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It was alright, it was all content
The day was running long now, and it was getting time for bed
And I was saying all my prayers, not letting earthly affairs
Leave me in anger now, before the sun goes down
And I was in your frog pyjamas and living on the moon
And my horoscope was saying that I shouldn't leave too soon
And so I stayed put for a long time, right into the afternoon
Until my hand was forced, and it was time to move
'Cause I was through
So unavoidable, you were just coming up too quick
I couldn't stop in time, and so I swerved to miss
But the course proved irreversible, and no matter how I moved I was in front of you
Now to exchange some information, as the proper thing to do
To pull off of these main roads out of plain and prying view
Accidents may happen, I've been the cause of one or two
And it was always right out of the blue
Out of the bloo...
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4. |
Hold The Phone!
04:02
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Nobody has to know, no one has to think about it
Oh wouldn’t they like to know, like their favourite TV show that we just starred in?
With familiar plot twists - you’ve seen ‘em all before - I’d be remiss to try to hide it
The usual characters, predicable narratives, I know a place to go, a place we won’t exist
Hold the phone
I don’t smoke I vaporize, it’s the 21st century, realize
Open your eyes can’t categorize the prize, the high,
I recognize the times, and I feel like saying goodbye
Cause I was stuck in a past life, fast lane, critical line
Cruise control of our minds
I feel like nothing is mine, got to leave it behind
I don’t choke I memorize, practice, rehearse, legitimize,
I energize, reciting my lines on cue as a child brand new
And I feel like going home
Operator give me the time
Your dial tone is a friend of mine
Zero to nine, narrow the lines of a time gone by
And hold the phone
Hold the phone, dialling up your landline with seven digits
We could skip the area code, I know places we could go to be less rigid
The same old conversations that never seem to end
I know a place to go, a place we won’t exist
I know a place to go, a place we won’t exist
I know a place to go, a place we won’t exist
Hold the phone
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interloper
03:57
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There I go, imitating life again
When I know, the real thing could be right around the bend
There I go, imitating life again
Like a bird that mimics but will never, ever comprehend
I am the shadow of the object
The night as absence of the day
Just a reflection of the genuine
Or was it the other way?
There I go
I am the shadow of the object
A little stretched with some decay
Just a reflection of the genuine
Or was it the other way?
I felt like hesitating
But the moment passed me by
And the time that was afforded me
All went slipping by
In the visions of tomorrow
And the dreams of yesterday
Between the rapture and the revenant
Was there another way?
Oh another way...
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