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Mess
03:41
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"Right as rain!" That's what I'll say with resolve.
Because I can't admit that the wings are coming off.
Sweep everything away while careening down into the waves
All while praying I get caught.
I'm a mess. Yeah, I guess.
But the sun is shining yet.
I watch this, helpless to stop it.
But either way, it's such a waste of all
the breath I've left, on the conditional.
Getting even, reasons why, weather patterns dictating the tides.
All while you hang on for your life.
I'm a mess. Yeah, I guess.
But the sun is shining yet.
Whoa is me, with everything I need.
Everything I've dreamed of laid out at my feet.
Are we so different now?
When all out lives are bound and doomed
to be rooms without a view?
And lists of things we'll never do?
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Jamie
05:12
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He left across the sea.
Kissed his lovely bride as she
Wept in his chest, he whispers a promise
There they stood holding their breath
Afraid to drink what's left
He dries her deep green eyes
Turned and walked right out of sight
Under her breathe she said,
"I can wait you out, I can wait you out."
"The day will come when you're home again,
"But I will wait you out."
The days blurred into one another
Would they ever bloom for her?
And every moment she says
"Is this just the way it is? What it's meant to be?"
I'm tugging on your sleeve, I swear
I can wait you out. I can wait you out.
The summers over but your no closer
But I can wait you out.
Oh, I broke into pieces that day in June
When she said
"What will I do if you never come home to me?"
But then a letter arrived from across the sea signed
"Jamie"
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Amtrak
03:56
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Crisis! Crisis! We're losing our hold...
Can't let something that is different, something that could infect,
Jeopardize the intent with which we pave the road.
..On this meaningless perception of control.
Take a bow, carve yourself another notch, another coat of white-wash
to pacify the thought that there's a chance I could be wrong.
But what's it really matter to me?
Because every other day on this garbage heap
I'm left fractured and overcome with disasters that loom.
A thousand ways that everything is doomed.
You make things so hard!
Just squeezing right from wrong.
When all the while, you're missing your own song!
But what's it really matter to me?
Because every other day on this garbage heap
I'm left fractured and overcome with disasters that loom above
Just like imaginary cumulonimbus adversaries.
The real trick is keeping with the rhetoric and sticking with the script.
Paying service with the lips that doesn't have a thing to do with
These hand-me-down beliefs that I built upon the sand.
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Moldova
05:06
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Hey, what I'm witnessing makes this quivering,
spineless, and sniveling child in the mirror
ashamed to look himself in the eye.
I've walked among it. How we stomach
the taste of just standing by as babies
are dumped on the funeral pyre.
I've been so consumed with what not to do.
I've seen the wreckage of things so precious.
Smoldering vestiges of:
Waking to mother's kisses and birthdays, candles, wishes
and falling in love.
Now lay strewn across the tracks never to be
heard from again.
We've been so consumed with burying truth.
For a moment we were golden, with the world in view.
The sky has come undone and buried the sun.
But that can't be all that is left, if these lungs still just have a breath.
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Slam Dunk Contest is the pet project of Scott Van Dusen. He rules the group with an iron fist and is feared for his tyrannical control. He also lives in Nashville, TN with his wife and cat "Jake".
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