1. |
Save Me from Myself
02:23
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Come and save me from myself
Before there’s nothing left
From these ways I can’t maintain
I’ll burn up like a flame
Come and snuff out my lit fuse
Come and cut me from this noose
Come and soothe my self-abuse
Don't let me be myself
Don't let me swim in my out filth
Don't let me be myself
Don't let me swim in my own head
Don't let me be myself
Don't let me swim in my out filth
Don't let me be myself
Don't let me be myself
I’m alone here in this cell
Just me and no one else
Trapped inside this brain
Inflicting my own pain
Come and snuff out my lit fuse
Come and cut me from this noose
Come and soothe my self-abuse
Don't let me be myself
Don't let me swim in my out filth
Don't let me be myself
Don't let me swim in my own head
Don't let me be myself
Don't let me swim in my out filth
Don't let me be myself
Don't let me be myself
Don't let me be myself
Don't let me be myself
Don't let me be myself
Don't let me be myself
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2. |
St. Morgan
03:58
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How can you claim a certain something that was lost
that you were never meant to have in the first place
how can you see exactly what I mean
when your blue eyes are transfixed upon a basket case
because these words are dry
exactly like your eyes
as you’re taking all the news that I'm breaking
Im an unsteady man without a semblance of a plan
It’s my commitment that appears to be forsaken
OH, Saint Morgan
Oh, At the time it seemed quite important
OH, Saint Morgan
Oh, At the time it seemed like a bargain
To hear you complain and bare through the pain
that was so much as just sitting in your presence
You’re all the same, you girls just love to blame
all your troubles and you never learn your lessons
here’s one for you, Ill tell you what to do
The instructions that I'm giving wont be pleasant
Just hit the road, leave me all alone
Because I’m wishing you were rather nonexistent
OH, Saint Morgan
Oh, At the time it seemed quite important
OH, Saint Morgan
Oh, At the time it seemed like a bargain
OH, Saint Morgan
Oh, At the time it seemed quite important
OH, Saint Morgan
Oh, At the time it seemed like a bargain
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3. |
He's So Numb
04:27
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Why do all of my words describe so introspectively
A day spent in my shoes is just a tragic comedy
All the actors on the set are none other than me
They stare towards the faces and this is all they see
They see a fool who isn’t proud of the man he’s come to be
And seems to live his days alone and narcissistically
A person who refuses to wear his heart upon his sleeve
A melancholic soul who makes no plans for anything
He’s so numb
He feels nothing at all
He’s so numb
No he thinks we’re better off
Away from this pain
Please go away and do not leave a trace
My unkindness will drive you away
We’re both better off if we just just parted ways
I’m stuck inside of my own head and you cannot set me free
I’ll do nothing but drag you down, It’s better to just leave
I hate myself and everything, I deserve to be alone
A black hole breaking everything, don’t wait till I implode
He’s so numb
He feels nothing at all
He’s so numb
No he thinks we’re better off
Away from this pain
Please go away and do not leave a trace
And Love is nothing but a game
And in the end we all just go insane
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4. |
Fat Sally
03:48
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She sleeps in the Day
Works in the night
Fishing in the Streets
Waiting for a bite
No I didn’t mind laying pipe
Until I met fat sally
No I never lied, never cried
Until Fat Sally
Lets get it on Fat sally
Get you home and Paid
Lets get it on fat sally
Too much woman for my taste
I’m not a moral man
But I draw the line
The way she took advantage
I nearly lost my mind
No I didn’t mind laying pipe
Until I met fat sally
No I never lied, never cried
Until Fat Sally
Lets get it on Fat sally
Get you home and Paid
Lets get it on fat sally
Too much woman for my taste
Lets get you home
So we can be alone
It aint love I suppose
With your triple xl clothes
I don’t mind to have a go
Just so long as no one knows
Don’t let paying for some lovin ever get you down
Cuz Fat Sally, she the cheapest little momma in town
Lets get it on Fat sally
Get you home and Paid
Lets get it on fat sally
Too much woman for my taste
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5. |
Paper Walls
03:29
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The words that you speak
Why can't you keep them you yourself
Crafted from fiction
Made for hurting someone else
The hairs begin to bristle on my neck
As I'm told the lie you sold to mutual friends
I'm sure it's self-esteem in your defense
A problem with self-image, a blemish you can't fix
Every inch of me aches and screams
I can't sleep, you're haunting me in my dreams
Wait so quietly for sweet relief
I can't believe the things that I hear through paper walls
Yeah, yeah
You're breaking my heart
Yeah, yeah
You're breaking my heart
You're so cruel
You batter and bruise till
Every inch of me aches and screams
I can't sleep, you're haunting me in my dreams
Wait so quietly for sweet relief
I can't believe the things that I hear through paper walls
Yeah, yeah
You're breaking my heart
Yeah, yeah
You're breaking my heart
Every inch of me aches and screams
I can't sleep, you're haunting me in my dreams
Wait so quietly for sweet relief
I can't believe the things that I hear through paper walls
Every inch of me aches and screams
I can't breath, you're suffocating me
Wait so quietly for sweet relief
I can't believe the things that I hear
Every inch of me aches and screams
I can't sleep, you're haunting me in my dreams
Wait so quietly for sweet relief
I can't believe the things that I hear through paper walls
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Paper Walls Woodstock, Georgia
You're in a dark room. There's no sound, no sight.
Suddenly, a light appears, soft and flickering, from behind
an opaque screen.
There is the sound of a guitar gently humming.
Four men in black are silhouetted. They have their instruments in hand. Instruments of destruction.
This is a funeral parlor. We are here to pay our respects to the music of the past. We're here to shake the Paper Walls.
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