1. |
Lead Me Astray
05:50
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Hills roll by and crash into the dreary sky
Grass grows in different shades of red
Our house disappears into the mist
Never felt quite right there anyway
Forced air pumping out the dashboard vents
Taste just like a poisoned kiss
One eye swollen shut so I can't hide from
The image of you tattooed behind the lid
Starry eyes can multiply
I'm not convinced I'm satisfied
So hide behind you're favorite wine
Cabernet, lead me astray
I won't do everything you say
I hope you'll love me anyway
Shelves barren, forty watts illuminate
The fridge like a well lit empty stage
Reach for the only thing behind the door
A blue ribbon for nothing I obtained
Parts on order, bides her time in the garage
Grease drips from her strong but weary frame
Worn rubber longs to meet the road again
By lying if I said I'd hesitate
Starry eyes can multiply
I'm not convinced I'm satisfied
So hide behind you're favorite wine
Cabernet, lead me astray
I won't do everything you say
I hope you'll love me anyway
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2. |
French Song
03:08
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We could move to a foreign land
Make a home where we won't tan
I'll learn french, i'll learn french
I'll actually sit down
Take time to write it out
This happens fast, I'm moving too fast
But I believe my intuition's true
I'm hoping it's a feeling shared by you
I'll write this song
So you can sing along
Would that be weird? Or is it just my fear?
Our time goes by
It's just a blinking eye
We'll take my bus, come on let's pack it up
I'm falling fast
I think you might be too
I'm built to last, I'd like to see it through
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3. |
One Month
04:43
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I've got some fresh air, it's ninety degrees
Crashes into me with electric streaks
This small fan aint gonna do much good
Clipped to the dashboard, didn't think it would
Had to pull it over to some lost lonely town
Walk into the Texaco to cool our bodies down
We're at the ice bin with the door agape
Still got some driving till we reach the lake
Hand your heart over, you've got me walking wires
Log down the hours spent driving around in style
You've got your post cards, and baby I've got you
Got till Seattle to prove I'm worth it too
Prove I'm worth it too
Taking turns filling up the gas tank of the bus
It's tight living space won't get the best of us
Back in Wyoming we slept under the stars
Drank wine by candle light, my favorite life so far
Up through the Rockies it seemed like we might crash
Four cylinders cried out through the mountain pass
You'd support quietly, while sweat dropped in my eyes
Wait for the gravity to take us for a ride
Hand your heart over, you've got me walking wires
Log down the hours spent driving around in style
You've got your post cards, and baby I've got you
Got till Seattle to prove I'm worth it too
Prove I'm worth it too
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4. |
1995
04:32
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Brick house, set back in the woods
Tangled vines cling tightly to it's walls
We lived on the other side
East Texas in ninety-five
And her gardens always bloomed in the most amazing hues
And he always took the time, I was theirs and they were mine
We picked critters off the trees
Put them in a box with sticks and leaves
Time passed and right before our eyes
They emerged as butterflies
And her gardens always bloomed in the most amazing hues
And he always took the time, I was theirs and they were mine
Out by the Golden Gate your time was better spent on you
I'd never seen your face, your voice was scrambled in the tubes
But if the things you say are true then I can't believe in you
Oh I wish you could revive all your dreams and wasted time
Brick house, set back in the woods
Tangled vines cling tightly to it's walls
We lived on the other side
East Texas in ninety-five
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5. |
Travis
05:52
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If you've turned to ashes, I will breathe you in
Our smokes on the porch aren't the same
Don't say your name much these days
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Charlie Doesn't Surf Minneapolis, Minnesota
Charlie Doesn't Surf is a indie/punk trio based in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Members:
Joshua Williamson (guitar/vox)
John Bruno (drums)
Wyatt Engl (bass)
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