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Aaron Sprinkle
Aaron Sprinkle


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Откуда Seattle, Washington, United States
Жанры Alternative Rock
Годы 1990—н.в.
Лейблы Tooth & Nail Records
См. также Fair
Rose Blossom Punch
Poor Old Lu
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Bareface (2001)
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I'm working on my forward thinking
Working on my self control
Process this ugly mess
And figure out how to make it whole

Choke down a bus ride to the city
Chase it with a trip to the East Side
It seems like over time
I'll get so numb that I won't mind

Some days I actually forget
That this is really something
One look from you and that is it
This is really something
Being hard is hard so sick of it
This is really something good
This is really something good now

Go change the oil go get the taillight fixed
Go buy some groceries in the dark
Earth shakes, gets rearranged
And I realized I missed the dark

Some days I actually forget
That this is really something
One smile from you and that is it
This is really something
Being hard is hard so sick of it
This is really something good
Some days I actually forget
That this is really something
One look from you and that is it
This is really something
Being hard is hard so sick of it
This is really something good
This is really something good now

. . .


Yesterday morning when you told me
That you have never felt this lonely
I saw the sadness in your eyes
You told be how you feel disguised

Confiding in me about the sleepless
Nights that you cannot seem to keep this
Hurting buried in your dreams
You're facing darkness twice as deep

You're much sweeter than me by far
You're much stronger than me
You know you are

Look up at the floral pattern curtains
In picking them out you were so certain
Now there's indecision in your eyes
You're finding comfort thinking twice

By leaning in your windowsill
You show me all I need to know
Whether you see Summer, Winter or Fall
When I look at you I see them all

Sit down at the table with your jewelry
Remembering each and every story

You're much sweeter than me by far
You're much stronger than me by far
You're much sweeter than me by far
You're much stronger than me
You know you are

. . .


Without a doubt I've taken all you can give
And now I suffer through this song
Feel free to hum along

Going back a few short years I can see
That I was never really here
As I collect the facts and sort them in rows
It seems the question's always been
How long can I keep this going?

You can use it against me
In your saddest state of mind
Use it against me
With my ego on the line
Use it againse me anytime

I try to simplify the plot to an outline
But I can never make the end
I want to read some lines that stray from the screenplay
Improvisation's never been
Something I can keep going

I've never preached a single word
That doesn't sound a bit absurd
I don't know how to pound it in
To make it stick under my skin

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Time goes by feeling unravel
Words they make come out like gravel

We're on that road again that makes me feel queasy
Makes me uneasy

Your hair looks nice when I think about it
When I tell you so you as me to stop it

We're on that road again that makes me feel queasy
There's bound to me more ahead
So please take it easy
Take it easy

Reading all the signs in my mind as they pass us by
Helps me not to think
Thinking about how I'm only thinking of what not to think
Makes me think of you

Time goes by feeling unravel
Words they make come out like gravel

. . .


We come around
A circle meets
At last I feel I'm closer to beginning
A gentle word
A quiet heart
A soul that stirs another one to start

You'll never know dear how much you breathe
Strength and courage into me
And as the day comes closer to an end
I find no reason to pretend

When morning comes
You'll doubtless be
Awake without a worry I can see
You open up
Clearness comes
A look divides the clouds I see the sun

. . .


If I had a dime for every question
I could buy myself a bank to keep the answers in
When the house you rent was getting painted
I thought this out and wrote it down and mailed it

When I think of it, it makes me crazy
And if I hear from you
You know it will amaze me
I'm gonna take a train across the river
And when I see your face I've got a message to deliver

Without a thought you carry on
And I'll be the last thing on your mind before too long
You said you'd always love me as a friend
But you left the water on instead
You left it running in my head

I've been taking this from you for much too long
When my train gets in I'll call you on the telephone
But before I go can you just tell me
Did the coffee tea and paperbacks mean anything?

I went to the train to get my ticket
And I laid myself out on the tracks derailed it

. . .


On a good day
You break my heart again
On the highway
You run me over when
You are leaving me and taking everything

Everyone sees
You at work
And they all think
I'm not worth
The trouble that you go through gets you nowhere

Like waking up before you land
I guess you figured we're no good
I guess I'll never understand

By the time you
Hear my crying
Will you feel like
Understanding
Plans to keep you by my side my darling

Is the gift of
True belief
Is so hard
To believe
When all you seem to want to do is get away

Like pillows underneath a fall
It's not so bad to stick around
It doesn't have to hurt at all

Every folly, every quarter I have lost
Takes some adding and some blood to count the cost
But now you figure we're no good
But I've done all that I could

All the rainbows are black and white
And I'm colorblind
And I don't see nothing anymore
I don't see nothing anymore
And I don't know what I'll do without you

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On my own volition
I pound my head against the wall
And I don't hear it when you call
Tumbling down the stairway
I still try to make the phone
I call you back but your not home

Full of good intention
I read the paper to myself
I try to act like someone else
Barely past the headline
I still remember what you said
"I'll hold it in until I'm dead"

I best be getting on with this
But I can't get you out my head
Ten times a day when I stop to pray
I ask that you would let me in

Beading on the window
The weather underneath my eyes
Is it rain or am I crying
T.V. in the distance
Am I awake or still asleep
I feel a hand against my cheek

Like every time before
I'll sing a metaphor
To try to shed some light inside my mind
A lot of good that will do
I can't get inside of you
To take back the back the past and make things new

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If I seem just a little bit out of touch do you
Think it could be because of you?
Underneath real blood and deep conviction is
Another point of view
You cound down the days 'till the addiction gets a
Foot into the door
(You want what you got but you don't know)
All this time you see no end
You know no feeling anymore
(You got what you want but you let go)

Polish up your final campaign
Give a title to the way you're moving in
To stake your claim

You feel faint you say you can't control your tone
You don't know what I mean
(You want what you got but you don't know)
You never seem to have a problem finding time to
Meet your needs
(You want what you got but you don't know)

Talk about pretentious
Can you tell now that you've left us out to dry
But you can't ever tell me why

All rise here comes the patron
His cause can't be mistaken
His eyes are turning red
'Cause he don't fit in

Talk about pretentious
Do you know now why you've left us out to dry?
So next time you see me
You'll know now how to greet me
Just remember days go by but so do I

. . .


Don't think you could stop it now
I'd like to see you try somehow
Realize that it puts it all on you
There's nothing you can do

Right now you're sick and tired
You're feeling sad, feeling uninspired
But the clock just won't slow down
Like it gets it kicks pushing you around

Maybe in the morning it won't be
Quite as bad as it seems

The fact that you can't change
The speed of sound, the rate of age
Is an understatement to
A state of mind your not used to

You'd be forever known
As the boy who stopped the world
And made it his own

Right now you're sick and tired
You're feeling sad, feeling uninspired
So I pray for you my friend
That you'll fall down
You'll give in

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