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Cinematic Living
04:34
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when I drive I feel fine
the sun shines I cruise by
holding the wheel I can finally feel
and kinda deal with all of the real
there’s so many people that I’ll never meet
they’re driving their cars
they’re walking the street
living their lives inside of their mind
I’m hoping theirs is better than mine
shades on my face man I’m keeping it cool
on the rollercoaster or out at the pool
it’s all a routine I’ve been trying to keep
to keep myself buckled safe in my seat but
I look at my hands I forget who I am
I look at my hands I forget who I am
I look at my hands I forget who I am
I look at my hands I forget who I am
the silver screen behind my eyes cuts to black
the videotape it snapped
cinematic living ain’t living
it’s some kind of method acting
call me Jackie Jackie Nicholson
some people say life is lottery
I like to think it’s a vending machine
depends what you press and how much you pay
to get what you want to get through the day
well blow my mind it’s my last drive
with all of my friends being all that I am
I’m just trying to be a human being
relax in the seat but I’m frequently freaked
I look at my hands I forget who I am
I look at my hands I forget who I am
I look at my hands I forget who I am
I look at my hands I forget who I am
the silver screen behind my eyes cuts to black
the videotape it snapped
cinematic living ain’t living
it’s some kind of method acting
call me Jackie Nicholson
cinematic living
cinematic living
cinematic living
cinematic living
cinematic living
cinematic living
cinematic living
cinematic living
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2. |
Ribsy
04:54
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today my dog he ran away
and I don’t know if it’s anything I done
but I’ll just let him be maybe he got sick of me
I too could use space from human beings
so this depressive state I wait for it to wane
but it seems to be waxing all the time
the sky is green and the grass is blue
something seems mighty backward with me these days
I hear bad news rattle all the time in the shallows
of my mind
I’m in a car with Kurt Cobain and Conor Oberst
oh my stars
look how far I’ve come
well life’s a bitch life’s beach
life’s a dandy day when you’re sitting in umbrella shade sipping on some lemonade
1966 sparkle four piece drum kit cost me more than my four door car
I’m mister money bags hear my my muffler moan pissing motor oil everywhere I go
say hey hey Beverly have you seen ribsy
I think it’s true he clearly ran from me
the sky is green and the grass is blue
something seems mighty backward with me these days
I hear bad news rattle all the time in the shallows
of my mind
I’m in a car with Kurt Cobain and Conor Oberst
oh my stars
look how far I’ve come
well life’s a bitch life’s beach
life’s a dandy day when you’re sitting in umbrella shade sipping on some lemonade
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3. |
Microscopic Man
03:19
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should’ve known you were poison
wearing bracelets of ivy
how could I be so distorted
should have seen this one coming
roll me out like your favorite rug
walk on me with all of your love
rip the heart off both of my sleeves
do it so I can’t see
you want the smallest man to keep in the palm of your hand
I’ll be microscopic man try to see me if you can
sitting at a barbeque
just me just you
sticking both our thumbs in the air
smiling from ear to ear
didn’t know if I should hold your hand
didn’t know if I could be your man
I’m gunna need an ocean of calamine lotion
you want the smallest man to keep in the palm of your hand
I’ll be microscopic man try to see me if you can
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4. |
Cheer Up Charlie
03:17
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cheer up charlie I heard the news
I know there’s nothing I can really do
to cure the blue
but I can sing to you
cheer up charlie I love you
you’ve been a sister to me since 1993
and I know your heart
there are no look-a-likes
pull the rug from underneath
it’s not
what you want but what you need
to fall
and stand
so you can walk again
cheer up charlie the sun will shine someday
it’s up to you to make the rain rain go away
and find the brighter side
of your bed to rise
cheer up charlie don’t let this bury you
you’re not the first or last this has happened to
go and dress your wound and become anew
pull the rug from underneath
it’s not
what you want but what you need
to fall
and stand
so you can walk again
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5. |
Christmas Everyday
03:55
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help me get my life back
everyday can’t be a party on a saturday
what’s the fun in having christmas everyday
all strung out on your
girlfriend’s bathroom floor
good morning tile
think I’ve seen your pattern before
bricks in your brain you climb the mountain to the sink
if the water runs clear
no more beer dear
God and the Devil you believe them equal
you can’t have good without the bad
so goodbye Jesus
goodbye christmas
Satan go swallow a tack
and help me get my life back
everyday can’t be a party on a saturday
what’s the fun in having christmas everyday
all strung up like some artificial tree
lock me in the basement
love me when you want me to be
center stage the frontman of the band
I’m the puppet on your hand
I’m your one nightstand
God and the Devil you believe them equal
you can’t have good without the bad
so goodbye Jesus
goodbye christmas
Satan go swallow a tack
and help me get my life back
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6. |
Dear Marsha
05:51
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dear marsha
dear marsha
dear marsha do you remember me
and you went through the drive-thru
and ate our fast-food in
in St. Mary’s cemetery
the friday mind-cure
where we keep drinking
all through the weekend
with all our best friends
hey do you like me
or are we just friends
dear marsha
dear marsha
dear marsha would you marry me
in the morning
if I gave ring
on your flip-phone
I’m talking holy matrimony
the friday mind cure
where we keep drinking
all through the weekend
with all our best friends
hey do you like me
or are we just friends
dear marsha
I’m all washed up on the seashore
come save me
I’m all strung out
on your doorstep
come greet me
I’m all washed up on the seashore
come save me
I’m all strung out
on your doorstep
come greet me
It’s not the ending
I’m all washed up on the seashore
come save me
I’m all strung out
on your doorstep
come greet me
it’s not the ending
it is only
intermission
It’s not the ending
it is only intermission
It’s not the ending
it is only intermission
It’s not the ending
it is only it is only intermission
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7. |
Easy Death Living
03:34
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I’ve been bathing in fluorescent light
for half my life
writing shallow songs about you
in your highheeled shoes
could’ve sworn your skin
would’ve smelled of burning rubber
if I held the flame to the flesh
plastic
plastic
trash on the gym floor
monologue of emotion
flipping through my college ruled loose leaf blues
I think of you
the end of june
the smell of chlorine and fire
I can still see you shaking
breaking my heart in the hall
before 8th period study hall
tell me if you ever cared at all
rubbing alcohol in the wound
drinking alcohol in my room
the drunk part of my mind
wants you in my life
love and hate feels the same
made them up in your brain
as the grass grew from my eyes
heard you singing
goodbye forever
forever and always
if one day you get cleaner
you know I’d love to see ya
so call my ex-girlfriend and tell her I’m sober
but I’ll never be sorry
there’s wisdom in failure
it’s easy death living
I’m happy just breathing
with sitcom laughing roaring behind me
said oh
nine thousand
nine hundred and ninety-nine
hours are boiling and I just want to make you cry
after you died
I tore out what you wrote
as your senior quote
it’s been in my wallet
ever since my heart broke
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8. |
Nothing Turns Out Gold
03:57
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nothing turns out gold
nothing seems the way it should
nothing knocks me off my feet
nothing makes me want to speak
I had a dream I slept all day
and when I woke I slept some more
and then I woke up inside my dream
and couldn’t fall back asleep
nothing turns out gold
nothing seems the way it should
nothing knocks me off my feet
nothing makes me want to speak
I met a girl with a great name
at the party down the street
I couldn’t make out what she had to say
so I invited her to my place
we talked all night and then some more
and woke up the next day on the floor
I made her some coffee
and she told me not to be so negative
some things turn out gold
some things seem the way they should
some things knock you off your feet
some things make you want to speak
nothing turns out gold
nothing seems the way it should
nothing knocks me off my feet
nothing makes me want to speak
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9. |
Died A Long Time
03:29
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you died a long time
you died a long time
you died a long time
you died a long time ago in my mind
now you’re killing me
watching them box your body
you’re my broken front tooth
and sour lemonade
you’re the pollen in the air
on the hottest summer’s day
you’re the meeting I can’t make
the cocktail I can’t shake
the circus and parade on the rainiest of day
you died a long time
you died a long time
long time
now you’re killing me
you died a long time ago in my mind
now you’re killing me
you are the cigarette I smoke
on my break at the grocery store
I smoke you to forget you
I flick you
I let you go
I see your car come cruising
and your tires run over me
It’s my filter body that become one with asphalt
you’re my broken front tooth
and sour lemonade
you’re the pollen in the air
on the hottest summer’s day
you’re the meeting I can’t make
the cocktail I can’t shake
the circus and parade on the rainiest of day
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10. |
Mickey Mantle
05:14
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all the kids in my my neighborhood think they’re all some kinda god damn Mickey Mantle
hanging shot gun with their their louie sluggers
here comes the pitch
oh my god oh my god
my mailbox is a ball
All the kids in my my neighborhood think they’re all some kinda god damn Mickey Mantle
hanging shotgun with their louie sluggers
here comes the pitch
oh my god
my mailbox is a ball
some people’s kids are better than this
but not in this town they’re mowing us down
shame they can’t see what we used to be
but we’re all to blame we raised them this way
all the kids in my my neighborhood think they’re all some kinda god damn Mickey Mantle
hanging shot gun with their their louie sluggers
here comes the pitch
oh my god
my mailbox is a ball
all the kids in my my neighborhood think they’re all some kinda god damn Mickey Mantle
hanging shot gun with their their louisville sluggers
here comes the pitch
oh my god
my mailbox is a ball
some people’s kids are better than this
but not in this town they’re mowing us down
shame they can’t see what we used to be
but we’re all to blame we raised them this way
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11. |
The Boss
03:56
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there’s a band in the hudson valley that no one knows
you never thought you’d hear them on the radio
you saw them play a basement in college
you never really thought much more of it
but you’re older now and your skin falls from the bone
what a shame how you lost all faith in rock n’ roll
so break my heart for me
smash to smithereen
it’s the final puzzle piece
you keep
pile in the champagne van after the show
twenty bucks a band that’s how it goes
we’re driving through the modern McDonald’s
with all the windows down and the boss playing loud
but you’re older now and your skin falls from the bone
what a shame how you lost all faith in rock n’ roll
so break my heart for me
smash to smithereen
it’s the final puzzle piece
you keep
I won’t let you complete me
cause your love ain’t the real thing
I’m gunna miss you on monday
beneath my music feet
beneath my music feet
beneath my music feet
beneath my music feet
beneath my music feet
beneath my music feet
beneath my music feet
beneath my music feet
beneath my music feet
beneath my music feet
beneath my music feet
beneath my music feet
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12. |
Bronze My Memory
05:31
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everything is gone
drywall and hardwood floor
a house I used to know
the backyard I used to mow
so bronze my memory
so I can always see
man I was the shit
when I lived my life in sin
the cars in my garage
left no room for God
the gold around my neck
the Devil on my breath
so bronze my memory
knock down the barn
set fire to the farm
it’s all gunna burn
when they put you in the earth
but if I close my eyes
I can see you in my mind
yeah if I close my eyes
I can keep you alive
bronze my memory
bronze my memory
cast me a role in the play
where you kiss me
when I save the day
there will be silence
for a split second
you can almost hear
the mental click
from the audience right before the
the curtains cue to close well they all explode
they all explode
when it’s all over
I’m at the diner
I can barely remember
what it was I ordered
let alone the occasion
why we’re celebrating
both my legs are broken
and my head is swollen
I see the pearl gate open
but I can’t walk in
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MARLBORO Marlboro, New York
MARLBORO is an indie rock band from New York’s Hudson Valley formed by singer/songwriter Dante DeFelice and longtime friends Duncan Clark (bass) Matt Bliss (drums) and Joseph Wright (guitar).
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