1. |
the butterfly effect
02:41
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Butterfly Effect
Darling
What you're doing to me
The next typhoon in China just began
Within me
I'll
Make you understand
How I could be your man
Girl
Can't you see
The butterflies a fluttering into
A frenzy
I
Love you so much
I wanna feel your touch
My
Little hurricane
You're the thunder in my stomach
The lightning in my brain
I'll
Make you understand
How I could be your man
We could be lonely for the rest of our lives
Or we could work it out
And take our time
Being lovers
Or waste our time
Being friends
Ever spoon a monsoon
A reunion of electric love
Darling
What you're doing to me
The next typhoon in China just began
Within me
I've
Got this itch
To make you my b---
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2. |
catalyst
04:20
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Catalyst
You walked me to my grave
I thought we'd be alone
Soon I had discovered
That friends and family, lovers
Had taken the occasion
To destroy my expectations of love
And walk me to the door
Due to bleeding not retreating
My heart had started seething
Exploding all my arteries
I'm like a leaky battery of love.
Don't you feel the same
If you did then you'd be fighting
Instead I find you waiting
Chorus
For something to happen
But it won't
You must take an action
But you don't
You're staring at my sword
Like it's limp
There's nothing wrong with it's not you
You're just not the catalyst
But I’m in love with you
How could I walk away
You're pheromones are caustic
Intoxicating logic
Invading perpetuating all the things I call love
And begging me for more
Do you employ playing coy,
Like I’m an enjoyable toy
To annoy, or avoid, or destroy
I guess it's all the same
When you like playing games
But if you did then you’d be laughing
Instead I find you waiting
Chorus
Solo
Chorus
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3. |
the commercial song
03:04
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Commercial Song
I hope they put this song in a commercial,
So that I could have a happy life.
I hope they put this song in a commercial,
So that I can make a happy wife.
I hope they put me on the TV,
Give what I say a big laugh track.
I hope that audiences embrace me,
I hope they measure the impact.
Chorus
Teach me how to sell
I'd really like to sell
teach me how to sell
to sell out.
I hope they wrap my body in plastic
To keep me fresh and treat me nice
I hope they sell my body in plastic
I hope collectors start a fight
I hope they keep me with the good toys
Like the ones from fisher price
I hope that everybody loves me
Like movie stars and jesus christ
Chorus
I think I'm going to sell
teach me how to sell
I'd really like to sell
to sell out
Solo
Teach me how to sell
I'd really like to sell
Baby can I sell?
I think I wanna
Mama can I sell
Daddy can I sell
Teach me how to sell
Sell out
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4. |
face
03:27
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Face
When we were young,
We’d all have fun
Out in the sun
It was our favorite time.
Summertime
But now we fight,
We’ve had a rout,
Have things gone south,
Why don’t you shut your mouth
Quiet time
I don’t wanna see your face no more
So get away from me
I don’t wanna see your face no more
So get away from me
Chorus
I might be evil
Or I might be sad
Might be real
Or made of wax
Let’s make a candle
We can smash
Have a party
Throw a fucking bash
Let’s have ourselves a meltdown
When we were young,
We’d all go out,
We’d all have fun,
Inside our costume house.
Summertime
Now we fight,
We spicker spat,
I’m done with that,
Why don’t you shut your mouth.
Quiet time
I don’t want to hear your voice no more,
I find it annoying
I don’t want to hear your thoughts no more
They’re not bright
Chorus
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5. |
wet paint
04:01
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Wet Paint
All night
Sometimes it takes all night
All day
Sometimes it takes all day
All night
When i look at the ceiling
Sometimes it takes all night
All day
And it’s dripping with wet paint
Sometimes it takes all day
Sitting here in my room
Staring at the wall
The paint’s still not dry yet
Who’s that
At my door
Could it be my mom
Or my best friend the cat
All night
Should I reach out and touch it
Sometimes it takes all night
All day
Or just try and run from it
Sometimes it takes all day
All night
When i look at the wet paint
Sometimes it takes all night
All day
Well I’m starting to lose myself
Sometimes it takes all day
I was in the mood for some lovin
But I didn’t think of you to call
Now I’m all out of something
And I started feeling very small
It was out of my power
He says she says she knows
Getting drunk by the hour
Oh no…
Sitting here in my room
Staring at the wall
The paint’s still not dry yet
Who’s that
At my door
Could it be my mom
Or my best friend the cat
All night
So I reach out and touch it
Sometimes it takes all night
All day
And I smear it on my face
Sometimes it takes all day
All night
When i’m covered in wet paint
Sometimes it takes all night
All day
Will I finally see myself?
Sometimes it takes all day
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6. |
okay
03:51
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Okay
Well I should’ve saved
The last cigarette that she gave
With the taste on her lips that I crave
I threw it away
It’s gone
Now it’s a part of a song
If I could just remember the phrase
So why would you say,
That love was never better that way?
Do you recall,
That love was never better at all?
So why would you say,
That everything will be okay?
Well I should’ve paid
Any price she was willing to take
For the taste on her lips that I crave
I’d give away my wants
For all of the things
She flaunts
If I could just remember the way
So why would you say,
That love was never better that way?
Do you recall,
That love was never better at all?
So why would you say,
That everything will be okay?
So why would you say,
That love was never better that way?
Do you recall,
That love was never better at all?
So why would you say,
That everything will be okay?
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7. |
maybe
04:31
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Maybe
Standing at the head of the table
Naked at the front of the class
Maybe I’ll just come when I’m able
I’ll probably be last
Maybe I should have some more patience
Or maybe just try harder to ask
Baby all our special occasions
Got left in the past
Maybe I’m a little bit foolish
Maybe I’m just trying to hide
Maybe I’m just totally useless
with you by my side
So get wasted
To feel better
To get stoned
and feel fine
I feel good
Inside
I feel better
I ain’t lying
Maybe I’m a bit more than foolish
Choking as I swallow my pride
Baby i’m just totally useless
with you in my life
Maybe I’ll just fuck expectations
And jerk myself off in to a glass
Maybe you should take your frustrations
And come kick my ---
To get wasted
To feel better
To get stoned
and feel fine
I feel good
Inside
I feel better
I ain’t lying
So get wasted
To feel better
To get stoned
Oh yeah
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8. |
it might not be love
03:37
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It Might Not Be Love
I’m in love with my phone
I take her into the bathroom
But when we don’t get along
I just put her on mute
I was never good at relationships
But she seems to get me
And it might not be love
It’s not in her coding
I’m sure she’ll rebuff
When she’s finished loading
She’s got a two track digital mind
Made for mass communication
It might not be love
It’s just an equation
Well she knows my perversions
And she doesn;t seem to mind
She just does the conversions
And gives me what I like
I was never good at relationships
But she seems to get me
And it might not be love
It’s not in her coding
I’m sure she’ll rebuff
When she’s finished loading
She’s got a two track digital mind
Made for mass communication
It might not be love
It’s just an equation
Guitar solo
Oh well, the twitterverse is bleeding
But I haven’t started tweeting
Because I guess I have nothing to say
So I pray
To the blue screen
Right before I sleep
Googling pictures of electric sheep
And the satellite’s not to far
To send my love letters up to the stars
It might not be love
It might not be love
It might not be love
It might not be love
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