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Underneath my thumb
A pile of bones
A puddle of blood
And I drive on
Yes, every morning still
I wake up.
And inside my brain
A bundle of nerves
Of pleasures and pains
And I am all
All of it combined into
One
One
One
All in one, yeah.
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No es una cosa de respeto.
No es una cosa de amor.
Es más bien algo del egoismo
Si soy solo otro organismo.
(It's not about respect.
It's not about love.
It's rather a matter of selfishness,
If I'm just another organism.)
1845
Thoreau went to Walden Pond.
1831
Young Darwin sailed the sea.
In a sense, both naturalists
Were searching for the place of Man.
One would say his fate is life,
The other only death.
Yo tengo control
(I have control)
But I'm still an animal.
Yo tengo control
But I'm still an animal.
Yo tengo control
But I'm still an animal!
Y qué paradoja.
(And what a paradox.)
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3. |
Moving On (A love song)
02:40
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Running
On my own now.
I wish that my friends
Were still in town.
Waking
Up to your eyes
Smiling back at me
Makes things seem alright.
Working
At a spat on job.
Maybe I
Should be moving on.
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If I was a Russian queen,
I'd be so mean.
I'd terrorize the plebes.
And if I was a preteen,
I'd be a fiend.
I'd bully everything.
Well what I mean to say is,
Sometimes I just get
Easily upset.
Yeah what I meant to say was
Sometimes I just get
Easily upset.
If I was a scorpion,
I would reserve my sting.
I wouldn't hurt a thing.
And if I was a Russian queen,
I'd flee the scene.
I'd finally be free!
But I never was, so long
Anastasia of my heart.
But I never was, so long
Anastasia of my heart.
Oh mystery of all existence,
Where do unreal things get their substance?
Oh mystery of all contingence,
Could anything ever be different?
Could it have been different?
But it never is, so long
Anesthesia to my heart.
But I'm Frankenstein, so
Shock me and I'll restart.
If I was a jumping bean,
I'd be a mean,
Well that's not what I mean.
If I was a Russian queen,
I'd be a mean,
Well that's not what I mean.
Well what I mean to say is
All these things that I'm imagining
Are just imaginary.
Well what I meant to say was
Sometimes things are just
Imaginary.
And if I ever was any kind of other thing,
I just wouldn't be me.
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I took my car up to Loser's Point.
Stared ahead and said, "I'm dead now."
But I couldn't wait to see my friends at the party the next day.
I stood and watched the pink sky fade to gray and the sun disappearing.
It's kinda nice when you can't feel the sting of someone leaving,
But makes you scared that you don't care enough to try to save anything.
Oh, all my life I only wanted to be tranquil.
The perfect Buddhist is the squirrel that successfully reaches roadkill.
And my clock keeps turning
On and off
Maybe two or three times every second.
And I keep waking from my sleep
Trying to remember
What it was that gave me company.
It's hard to move when your feet are glued to the ground.
I never knew what I could do with you around.
When you saw me gathering dust on the shelf,
You could tell that I could not save myself.
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Have you ever
Thought about getting killed by a bomb from the
Former Soviet Union?
I mean, the Cold War wasn't really that long ago.
And did you ever
Really think about crossing over that yellow line?
What would it feel like?
And would you really start to lose your conscious mind?
But why
Should I care
If one day I never wake up?
Maybe I wouldn't have to get out of bed.
Maybe I wouldn't have to go back to work.
It's all so uncertain
As if we're living behind a big curtain.
Maybe the show's on the other side,
Or maybe when we die we just die.
Not to be so
Morbid and macabre, I
Do not intend to depress
My dearest friends and strangers.
I only wish to recollect for us the fact
That death is always near.
We could be here one day, and
God only knows where the next.
I wonder where we go to.
I'm wondering if you know, and
Could you tell the rest
Of us where we go
If one day we die in our sleep?
Maybe we stay in the brightness of our dreams.
Maybe we reawake on another scene.
It's all so uncertain
As if we're living behind a big curtain.
Maybe the show's on the other side,
Or maybe when we die we just die.
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7. |
West Coast (A love song)
03:06
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For a second there I thought you disappeared
It rains a lot this time of year
And we both go together if one falls down
I talk out loud like you're still around
No, no
And I miss you
I'm goin' back home to the West Coast
I wish you would've put yourself in my suitcase
I love you
Standin' all alone in a black coat
I miss you
I'm goin' back home to the West Coast
And if you shake her hard enough she will appear
Tonight I think I'll be stayin' here
And you never did like this town
I talk out loud like you're still around
No, no
And I miss you
I'm goin' back home to the West Coast
I wish you would've put yourself in my suitcase
I love you
Standin' all alone in a black coat
I miss you
I'm goin' back home to the West Coast
Come on, everybody
La la la la, la la la la-la
La la la la, la la la la-la
So pack up the bags to beat back the clock
Do I let her sleep or should I wake her up?
You said
We both go together if one falls down
Yeah, right, heh
I talk out loud like you're still around
Oh, no, no
And I miss you
I'm goin' back home to the West Coast
I wish you would've put yourself in my suitcase
I love you
Standin' all alone in a black coat
I miss you
I'm goin' back home to the West Coast
Goin' back home to the West Coast
Goin' back home to the West Coast
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And there will be rejoicing
Here
When
All the bombs disappear.
But tonight it's raining
From the sky
Over Jerusalem.
Behind the wall
All the pages get wet
And you start to forget
What the Good Lord said.
It's hard to fight a feeling
When it's all
You've got left.
They've taken down your wall, and
You decide to send a prayer with your last breath.
Behind the wall
All the pages get wet
And you start to forget
What the Good Lord said.
Behind the wall
All the pages get wet
And you start to forget
What the Good Lord said:
That there would be rejoicing
Here
When
All the bombs disappear.
Till then, we sing
Our hymns to the Lord as
All we love gets wet.
Pray for peace, the true Jerusalem.
Pray for peace, the true Jerusalem.
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On a waterfall
I saw a bird
A dove, a symbol.
Maybe not.
An organism
To be cut
A life, a part
A fleeting thought
In the grand scale of events
In the grand scale of events
I hope to know.
On a personal note,
I have nothing to say.
I know nothing at all.
So I'll just keep my mouth shut.
It's nothing serious.
It's just the passing of the time.
And at the end of the day,
At the end of our days,
One in seven billion lives.
The Great Plains Bison
Ancient Egypt
All the facts that can't be known.
That's why I love my books
The precious records
Of another world.
In the grand scale of events,
In the grand scale of events,
I hope to know!
I live my life a world apart
The other side that's in my heart.
Is it outside that turns my thoughts?
Or am I able to break off?
In the grand scale of events,
I hope to know.
On a personal note,
I have nothing to say.
I know nothing at all
So I'll just keep my mouth shut.
It's nothing serious.
It's just the passing of the time.
And at the end of the day,
At the end of our days,
One in seven billion
One in seven billion lives,
And that's just fine.
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10. |
Anti-Depression Song
04:09
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Don't get depressed.
Don't give up on your whole life yet.
It's only yesterday.
You've got another day ahead.
And there is time
Yes, in a moment there is time
For all the thoughts that you forgot to think
While watching porn online.
And everything you love is bundled up inside your sleeping heart.
You can't forget
All the forevers that you said
And all the betters that you felt
While you were holding her in bed.
But you are blind
If you can't leave the past behind,
Because I swear my friend those nights are dead
But you are still alive.
And everyone you love is bundled up inside your sleeping heart.
So go outside or phone a friend before your psyche falls apart.
Yeah!
And if you're bored,
You still have something left to find:
Electric miracles behind
All of those patterns in your mind.
And there's a love.
Yes, there's a love that's still untapped,
And all you have to do to get it
Is forget about the past.
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This song is not about me
And it's not about you.
It's not about what I believe
Or what we want to be true.
Cuz I don't know my beliefs
And we don't know what we want.
And we don't know where we're going,
And we don't know where we're from.
This is the song of our unknowing.
This is a shout with no referent
Yeah!
For all the things we'll never comprehend, and
For all the facts that we've forgotten.
This is the chorus of our never knowing them.
You got a letter one day
But it wasn't from anyone.
I wrote a letter one day.
Oh well, it wasn't from anyone.
Cuz I tried to stay away.
And I tried to stay awake.
But when I woke up in the morning
I was back in my own body, so I
Went downstairs and made a cup of coffee. Then I
Ate some sugar, drank a glass of
Water, and I thought about it.
Thought of us together.
Thought about my friends.
I wish they'd never left. And then I
Sat down on the couch and curled up
Like a lotus.
Let my mind run blank until I'm
Talking with my Maker, and I
Asked Him why we're not together,
Why I've got this body, why
Everything seems so separate. And,
Even if it's not, I mean
It still sort of is, I mean
At least for now, I mean
And that still sortof sucks, right?
Right.
This is the song of our unknowing.
This is a shout with no referent.
Yeah!
For all the things we'll never comprehend, and
For all the crap that we cannot forget.
Yeah.
This is the chorus of our never knowing them.
But now I think I've said enough, because this
Song is about us, and it is
Not about complaining. It's a-
Bout eternal truths and e-
Thereal unions. Hey do you think if
The internet gets big enough, then
We'll all be together,
Reconnected, like the
Brahma or the Body of
Christ? Ok, I've said enough,
Cuz this song's about unknowing,
And I think maybe I know enough, like
It's always better to make friends
Than it is to make enemies.
I said,
It's always better to make friends
Than it is to make enemies.
This is the song of our unknowing.
This is a shout with no referent.
Yeah!
For all the things we'll never comprehend, and
For all the facts that we've forgotten.
Yeah.
This is the chorus of our
Never knowing them.
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12. |
Ojalá Que (A love song)
04:05
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Ojalá que
Ojalá que
Que no caiga
Este nube.
Y ojalá que
Ojalá que
Que me traigas
Cuando viajes.
Espero que el amor
No pare.
Espero el amor!
Tú hablaste
Tú soñaste
De otro lugar
Y otra casa.
Y yo te dije
Tú elije
Lo que quieras
Y te seguiré.
Espero que el amor
No pare.
Espero el amor!
Espero que el amor
No pare.
Espero el amor!
English:
(I hope to God
I hope to God
That this cloud
Doesn't fall down.
I hope to God
I hope to God
That you bring me
When you travel.
I hope that the love
Doesn't stop.
I wait for love!
You spoke
You dreamed
Of another place
And another house.
And I told you,
You choose
Whatever you want
And I will follow.
I hope that the love
Doesn't stop.
I wait for love!
I hope that the love
Doesn't stop.
I wait for love!)
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Try to Understand Waterbury, Connecticut
A poet turned songwriter. Still developing skills as a recording artist. Currently working alone with occasional collaborations, but hopefully a full band soon.
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