1. |
The Drive
05:18
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I will drive away from what I meant to say
Back into the woods and into the grey
Yellow driblets from the sky
Muddy roads and fields of rye
Dusty Dashboard and a photo
Foreign sounds on the radio
Get me out of me
To a city of control
Peacefully I’ll dig my hole
At every war I’ll drop my arms
And I’ll lay here my own arms
Don’t drive away
Don’t lie another day
There’s a forest in my hair
There’s an owl and a bear
You are a dance
You are clearance
You are your only chance
You are
You are
Get me out of me
To a city of control
Peacefully I’ll dig my hole
At every war I’ll drop my arms
And I’ll lay here my own arms
In my own arms
In my own arms
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2. |
Letter To Benny
05:36
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Never meant for you to waste your blood alone in our bed
I was young, I was foolish, I picked her instead
And I guess sorry is not enough to get you down from that thread
But I swear that you were my last thought when they blew up my head
My bones still scream across this wall
And you were my only dream when the bombs started to fall
Started to fall down
and crush my brain
I look at youth mistaking simple desire for love
And they cannot understand until they've seen it from above
And destiny is not a game you play underneath the covers
And does it take war and opium for a man to find his lover
My bones still scream across this wall
And you were my only dream when the bombs started to fall
Started to fall down
And crush my brain
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3. |
Alice
04:38
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My hand is letting go of my life line
Sinking like a stone into the sun
My heart drums on my bones
I'm stuck in a dream
My mouth starts to foam
I know it's alright
I wanna hear the angels greet me
Here at the gates where we said we would meet
Open up, Open up
My time is up, time is up
My thoughts blow up and leak down on my cheeks
Every cell in my body wants to fight and leave
I want to rest my head on my mother's knees
I want to tell her I'm scared and sorry and alright
I wanna hear the angels weep
For all the things that I can't take with me
I wanna hear the angels grieve
All of the things that I will never be
Open up, open up
My time is up, time is up
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4. |
Lucky Fire
03:34
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Your art and letters
you never send
Your plane has landed but your afraid of the sand
But keep on walking,
play it cool
The boulevard is your swimming pool
You’re just tryna find your Lucky fire
it doesn’t exist
I don’t wanna be a pretty liar
Don’t want to resist
Don’t fight no more
Don’t fight
Shadow people in the bar
Looking for love or a wishing star
Flame sky fairy godmother
Puking your guts out in the gutter
Flame sky fairy godmother
Clean up your mess or push it under
You’re just tryna find your Lucky fire
it doesn’t exist
I don’t wanna be a pretty liar
Don’t want to resist
Don’t fight no more
Don’t fight
You’re just tryna find your Lucky fire
it doesn’t exist
(Don’t fight, Don’t fight)
I don’t wanna be a pretty liar
Don’t want to resist
(Don’t fight, don’t fight)
Don’t fight no more
Don’t fight no more
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