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02:38
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Wait
Take my place
Mmm
Cause I don't really wanna be here
I replicate
My mistakes
So step right up
I'm so fed up
Of waiting
Wide awake body aches, a hotel room
Hit the brakes my mistake, I always do
I'm never in control
I wanted you to know
Tangled up in your touch so cut me loose
Hit erase lowercase, I'm texting you
I can't get off my phone
I wanted you to know
Fate
Figure eights
Mmm
Running circles in the concrete
Revolving doors in my head
Needles I can't seem to thread
I'm dazed and confused
Wide awake body aches, a hotel room
Hit the brakes my mistake, I always do
I'm never in control
I wanted you to know
Tangled up in your touch so cut me loose
Hit erase lowercase, I'm texting you
I can't get off my phone
I wanted you to know
Head high but i'm feeling so low
Blue sky but i'm still a no show
Tongue tied and i really don't know
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2AM
02:33
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In my mind it’s a breeze
I’m fumbling while I look for my keys Got the text, she’s a wreck
And I’ve got a premonition that maybe she’s been with him again
What a shame playing games
When there’s nowhere to go
Fan the flame, you’re to blame
And you’re killing me slow
Through the glass I’m attached
But she don’t even know how much I’d miss Her if she walked out the picture
And ooooo
My toes they don’t touch
The waves are too rough
And ooooo
Stroke of bad luck I guess
It’s 2am on the phone again
You got me thinking we’re more than Friends, I’m living in an emotional hell Taking kicks to the belt
And lately I’ve been wishing
That maybe we was kissing instead
Coffee cups
Styrofoam
Take the hint
Your sweeter when I’m with you alone
Reminisce
To back in mid-December
But somehow, it's September again
It’s 2am on the phone again
Why can’t you leave me alone instead, I’m Living in an emotional hell
Taking kicks to the belt
And lately I’ve been wishing
That maybe we was kissing instead
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Papercuts
02:52
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Met you last week
But yeah you talk too much
In the backseat
Cause you know that I know
That you're never gonna have enough
Whatcha want
Whatcha need
A little bit wrong but it tastes so sweet
Nonchalant, in the breeze
We're writing some song that we won't repeat
I'm on my way
So just a heads up
We're thinking too much
'Bout stupid mistakes
So don't you look back
We're moving too fast
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you need
Should we take time?
Well yeah I miss your touch
Through the grapevine
Flower beds in my head
Cause you know you're always on my mind
Whatcha want
Whatcha need
A little bit wrong but it tastes so sweet
Nonchalant, in the breeze
We're writing some song that we won't repeat
I'm on my way
So just a heads up
We're thinking too much
'Bout stupid mistakes
So don't you look back
We're moving too fast
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you need
Little paper cuts and my face is flushed
Can we loosen up?
Spilling coffee cups on a crowded bus
Is it just too much?
Little paper cuts and my face is flushed
Can we loosen up?
Spilling coffee cups on a crowded bus
Is it just too much?
I'm on my way
So just a heads up
We're thinking too much
'Bout stupid mistakes
So don't you look back
We're moving too fast
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you need
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Static
02:55
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I been spending my weekends in bowling shoes
Ooo
Trying hard to forget that I’m not with you
Ooo
And baby I can’t the break the habit You know I have to have it
Love with you was automatic
I’d like to think that
Maybe we could make it happen don’t tell me I’m dramatic
Movie by myself
And it sucks
Anyways
You’re fine
Thanks for showing off
Everyday
I lie
Tell myself you're not yeah
I can’t forget about it
I thought i’d tell you that
I’m great
My mind’s
Slowly going numb
At the mall with some strangers don’t know who
Ooo
Sweatshirt stained with your lipstick and perfume
Ooo
And lately i been symptomatic you’re woven in my fabric
In my head your wreaking havoc the missing link that
I been needing it’s emphatic
TV left on for static living off the shelf and it sucks
I think that I want it
Big house with a walk-in desk job with some options housewives and their gossip
Some change in our pockets two kids outta college
I know you don’t want it
Last nail in my coffin
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