1. |
Vs
03:02
|
|||
Wireless automatic
I don’t trust anything without static
Every time I think it’s gonna be over
Every day is just another explosion
Violence wrapped elastic
I don’t know if it was physics or plastics
Someday I’m gonna be a good soldier
But til then I’m gonna battle emotions
I’m breathing in
Clawing out
Raging on
Gone again, you’re gone again
Nobody, nobody nobody else
Is this how it ends
What we’ve built
I’ll be just fine
I’d rather have you there by my side
|
||||
2. |
Isn't Me
02:34
|
|||
a note that plays in harmony
doesn't suffocate in-between
its just shining in the beam
that isn't me
if I rent a tux and flatten my hair
censor my thoughts and deaden my cares
and be careful to be seen
this isn't me
When I hold you near
Are you really here?
fake a smile in perma-health
never relax, always dispel
the rewards are in the means
it isn't me
I can't spend my life feeling down
about my body and my house
status, crop to cream
isn't me
|
||||
3. |
||||
The trees are sick
Seagulls, they laugh as they fly
Shooting stars and satellites
Crinkled grass below
We pretend not to know
Surgically removing love
Happiness, unhand me
When I get home
And I shake off the war
Shooting stars and suicides
There seems to be a disconnect between
what is criminal and what is a good deed
Happiness, unhand me
Please misunderstand me
I see them
They’re seething
All your teeth are gleaming
(everything is okay)
I’m just doing what I can
Holding out
And then holding it in
Silence voiced toxicity
Happiness, unhand me
Please misunderstand me
|
||||
4. |
Repeat
03:21
|
|||
Yesterday
called again
But we won’t know what she said
Until
Tomorrow
Was born in your eyes
Don’t close them on me
Today
I spend the hours right here with you
Nothing to do
Read books - grow plants - hold hands
Cravings form my mind
But I won’t know who wins
Until I’m
Untied
The knot that made itself underneath
The table where we couldn’t see
Until
After the storm
The birds apparate
Sit out on the branches
And sing to each other
Yesterday
called again
But we won’t know what she said
Until
Tomorrow
|
||||
5. |
My Naked Love
00:53
|
|||
You bathe in my eyes
Chill you with my breath
You'll catch sick in the cold
With no clothes
So please put some clothes on my love
Before you there were
Only wrong reasons
You'll catch sick in the cold
With no clothes
So please put some clothes on my love
|
||||
6. |
Threat
02:42
|
|||
I used to be afraid I’d call the wrong name in bed
I used to be afraid I’d find you in someone else’s head
I’d be uncontrollable
Indescribably inconsolable
I used be be afraid of people reading my mind
Terrified of the atrocities they might find
Commuting sentences of lust
Never sure if I could find your love
It’s not the science that heals you
Not the vibration that pleases you
It’s not the way she walks
It’s not the way she wets her lips
It’s not the late night talks
It’s not the motion of her hips
Because it’s not your inability
Because we all think we’re the ones worth saving.
Love is not a threat
It’s all backwards you give what you get
Give it some time
Maybe love will save you
|
||||
7. |
Robots
04:43
|
|||
Everyday I’m waiting for an answer to my calls
But I see all along the universe was stuck
It was watching me, waiting for my sign.
How we used to laugh, we used to run and hide
But now we’re standing still.
Breathing in
Clawing out
Raging on
Gone again, I’m gone again
Nobody, nobody, nobody else
Is this how it ends
Everything we’ve built
I’ll be just fine
But I’d rather have you there by my side
Each one of us,
filled with lust,
With dusty revelry,
and coal,
and steam.
We’re strings just waiting to bend in tune.
Bathed in the sun,
lined with rust,
Musty from the sea,
her foam,
and gleam.
We’re heaven waiting to be let in.
And when you think of me
You never think of me
Each one of us
Becoming agents of apathy
I’m on my way back to you
That’s all I am
I close my eyes and I find you there.
I find you there, in the quiet
There by my side
|
The Autophobes Kittery, Maine
Dave lives in Maine. Tim lives in New Jersey. Having been in numerous bands together, they now write and record alt-folk-rock songs as the Autophobes. Some feature friends.
Streaming and Download help
If you like The Autophobes, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp