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Buzz
04:40
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You say you're never alone
But you are never alone
But you are never alone
But you are never alone
And I wasn’t missing anything
I wasn’t losing out on a damn thing
Is there a small red pill that you could bring?
To calm my nerves, it’s just the thing I need
Get a buzz in my head
A buzz in my head, so calm
A buzz in my head, that’s all
And I’m always on the phone
When you are on the phone
And you’re always on the phone
So I am on the phone
And I wasn’t missing anything
I wasn’t losing out on a goddamn thing
Everyone’s right here on this tiny screen
To pass the time, it’s just the thing I need
Get a buzz in my head
A buzz in my head, have a ball
A buzz in my head, that’s all
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Late Night Cyborg
05:05
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Late night cyborg
Looking out at the time lapse in slo-mo
Looking out at the sideshow creepshow
Looking at how the gale force winds blow
Looking out through the glass pane
At the sheets of rain
Flowing down the drain
He must be an introvert
Ask how come every bird flies right into the dirt
Late night cyborg
Looking out through the corridors of closed doors
Looking out at the statues of failed wars
Looking out through the glass pane
At the sheets of rain
Flowing down the lane
He must be a serious flirt
Ask how come every bird flies right into the dirt
Late night sentry
Looking out at the churning dark sea
Looking at how they gaslight you and me
Looking out at “The Way Things Ought to Be”
Looking out through the glass pane
At the chiseled landscape
Crumbling into the waves
The context is truly absurd when you see
That he’s been repairing our birds
Ask how come every bird flies right into the dirt
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Laotian Getaway
06:57
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So you’re off to Southeast Asia
Put me in your suitcase, take me with you!
Sure we could fly together
But the cabin pressure would turn me blue
You can throw me in the bag check
And know that I’ll be laughing the whole flight through!
And when we land
As we planned
I will be on my way
You’ll go your own way too
I tried my best to stay
But I did not know how
Sorry I let you down
But listen, maybe I can stay in the caves near Vientiane
And you can stay in town
Cause you know I hate to travel with other people
They run me down
And if they’d like to swim, then for the sake of opposition
I would like to drown
That was a joke
But still I dream
I’m falling deep into your eyes
Until I wanna scream
It’s like a pitch black sky
Reaching out for me
As if I’m out of time
And so I continue to walk alone
In the morning dew
And if I don’t see you on the flight back
Happy trails to you!
And when we land
As we planned
I will be on my way
You’ll go your own way too
I tried my best to stay
But I did not know how
And so I let you down
Inside the photograph
You try to make me laugh
But it’s an anxious cry
I fall into your eyes
Until I wanna scream
It’s like a pitch black sky
Reaching out for me
As if I’m out of time
And that’s the story
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Psychic Blues
04:44
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Operator Annie, connect me to a psychic line
Operator Annie, connect me to a psychic line
She said, “If you’ve got that kinda money
I’ve got a pal in a bit of a bind”
“He’s got substantial assets stuck in a Grand Cayman vault
He’s too broke to withdraw them, you know it really wasn’t his fault
But if you wire him all of the bank fees,
He’ll pay you a hundred-fold by default”
What a haul!
So Annie patched me through to the psychic after I executed the trade
A raspy voice came on and said
Stay away from psychics, Annie’s pal, and the PR firm I had just paid
To help me release an album
Needless to say I was rather dismayed
I guess I misunderstood them
When they promised me I would get played
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Emerging from the valley
I came upon a mountain
Tallest one that I ever did see
And it looms there in the distance
Everyone must climb it
Or take the cable car and pay the fee
The cable car is rising
And I’m still in the foothills
Overhead I hear it passing me
But the foothills turn to pillows
The river is a blanket
Winding through a valley of cold sheets
And I realize that I’m dreaming
Cause I’m in my apartment
And in the foothills simultaneously
Well, I don’t know if I can even tell the difference
Between the bed and the ground
No sense of any elevation
What is up as well as what is down
The cable car is rising
And I am peeking over
Looking down on myself half-asleep
Emerging from the valley
I came upon a mountain
Tallest one that I ever did see
And it looms there in the distance
Everyone must climb it
Or take the cable car and pay the fee
But it was just a fever vision
Filled with joy and terror
Very far from my reality
Well, I don’t know if I can even tell the difference
Between the bed and the ground
No sense of any elevation
What is up as well as what is down
Are we heading to the mountaintop
Or heading down to the sea?
Was I ever in the cable car?
Was I ever even in the valley?
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Psychic Lines Brooklyn, New York
Psychic Lines is the work of Phil Jacob. He currently resides in Brooklyn, New York, by way of Kentucky and Virginia.
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