Ways To Feel Awake

by Mama Would Be Proud

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April 2013-May 2014, some songs were written way earlier but oh well.

Christian Baraks- bass, keys, design, floor tom
Evan Douglas- vocals, effects/engineer
Ben Littlejohn- bass, effects/engineer
Stephen Roberts- guitars, drums, vocals, keys, bass

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released July 8, 2014

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Track Name: I Can't Compete
I cant compete, there's a half moon hanging over me
a dream repeats, always something so ahead of me
So I'd get better, but I don't feel better
so I get better, but I don't feel better
The ugly duck: they laughed at the quack 'til it shut him up
there ain't enough love to lift up what we cannot touch
So I'd get better, but I don't feel better
so I get better, but I don't feel better
I don't feel better
Track Name: Bonfire
Bonfire-Halloween
you and me saw what we'd see
long siren, energy
the long walk street caught waving free
It takes more than I know
even the best performance is done for show
to reach yours with cons and pros(e)
it may be more important to feel at home

What always gets concealed is considered a big deal
and in trade for "could be reals", mistook for what we feel

Once told (often more):
cleaned up the basement, slept on the floor
seance to some big chore
that blew the room up then shut the drawer
Wait, what? We're in the door
unlike the outside my rain when it pours
the clouds look like something tore
right, but through to the shoes I wore

What always gets concealed is considered a big deal
and it's almost like a steal, something like a meal
What always gets concealed is considered a big deal by the bonfire
Track Name: So Many Kind Strangers
So many kind strangers the stranger that I get
Soon then my mind changes, the past you still regret
So many kind strangers, the strangest are the best

A callous on Dallas, they never heard the call
That palace, that chalice. The blood ran down the hall
So many kind strangers: the strangest of them all

So many kind strangers the stranger that I get
Track Name: A Son's A Sun
I missed a fortune about twenty paces back
I filled a potion and it sank into my hat
A son's a sun and there ain't no changing that
They have the guns, but I've broken all my bats

This time I'm not waiting to catch up with the pack:
One-eye (one I), stone tablets and some golden calf
Two times, I'm always keeping up with some pact
That's fine. Still nothing's ever turning me back
Track Name: Can You Hear The Rain?
Can you hear the rain? It sounds the same as it did back when "here" first formed. Suffer, not derange. Don't hide away what's in the middle of a storm. How could I still make what was always fate in to a more perfect like ending? What should I partake in the parting wave while all the spirits prepare descending? I'm holding onto you, it is so where I'm going to. Can you hear the rain?
Track Name: Whatever You Want
I'm off-kilter, I'm all over flow
the mouth filters what the hands never show.
Big winner bring me the rope,
drain digger fixing a hole.
Most planets stick to their wires
but this manic spins a little higher.
So I'll manage with what I don't desire-
What's damage to what was made by fire?
I want whatever you want, trust me
I want whatever you want
We're all limbo, piñatas too
wood willows, tall talking dudes.
There's my window! Wave to its blue
No patience, but there's nothing I'm trying to do.
Track Name: On Stumbling
featuring Matthew and his piano.
Track Name: Calling It An Offer
No one really sees the road less travelled
and everything can't be bold, yet battered.
If everyone gets free then I got scattered.
Always lie to me, I really don't matter.
Calling it an offer, calling it all off or any other way
What should I enjoy to keep my eyes dry?
Cover it with noise, let the night pry,
kissing all the droids who'd never let my pulse die
everything is void and I'm a french fry
Calling it an offer, calling it all off or any other way
So what if I get mean, I won't get madder?
So what if I'm unseen? I couldn't get sadder
(if) Everyone gets free. Then I got scattered
Hate it when they lie to me, though I know it doesn't matter
Calling it an offer, calling it all off or any other way
Track Name: They Tell Ya
It takes it all out then throws it back in. It's always now and always has been. And it won't change, so I won't either. I was made from all those fevers. Until I was found they called me the seeker. But once I was bound, but could not retrieve her. Some would say, others don't. But on that day, I probably won't. The tell ya, oh but they never let you know. It was something I thought, how could I need it? They'd say I was not, but they've never seen it. On the way alls not well, it's okay time don't tell. The tell ya, oh but they never let you know.
Track Name: Sandi In The Sun
I still wake up in the night. Bad dreams keeping me alive. I'd see a curtain on my eyes, as I go walking through the night (again). It still makes me out my mind, if I'm not something you should find. Try hard to not let it make me cry, guess I don't try so hard sometimes. Don't ask me, just pass me along. You're laughing, I am sandi in the sun. Couldn't quite let me unwind, let the light fall on the blinds. She didn't want to tell me why, but she'd let me use her knives (whenever I wanted). It's passing they're asking me to stop. Stop laughing, I know that you will not. Just don't ask me, just pass me along. We're happy, we're sandi in the sun.
Track Name: Wait On My Shoulder
I like to feel your weight (wait) on my shoulders. Always surreal the ways to get over- bottom of a mountain found another mountain here. Trees scream a thousand ways, its really something to hear. Tipped aside wisdom from another. Whats left to find in/of a lover? I'm staring at the moon I can make it like the size of my thumbs. And they say no one could save the day without pointing their gun. More important than the song, people think to sing along-right? Cheaper than sex, you're a run for your money. Tried to ingest all that sadness and funny, lacking the rest when it flows like honey now. What else should I see show me somehow? Holler, a dollar, the gentleman callers, the fodder and shoppers and innocent offers would drive me up walls or anything taller than me. Anything to stop and see: give me that now. More important than the song, people think to sing along.
Track Name: Wind Shift Of Mystic
I'm gladdened to be there and here when I can,
lift ticket of mischief is all I can plan
Wind shift of mystic, but not too much demand
I'm gladdened to be there and here when I can
The rain, my shoulder blade, the air, my waving hand
The rain, my shoulder blade, the air, my waving hand
One sip at the alter to ward off the pest
I scream to call her what she'd never expect
Two clicks of the starter, nothing to invest
blank politician mouthing a dress
Check his nature, his head's a glacier
I'll check his nature, his head's a glacier
It won't bother me either way that you move anymore
But more to see it really fucks with my moods, you know
So last call for me will seem out of the blue
and I'll learn from you what I don't wanna do
The things you told me, the things you told me. I feel i'm folding. I know I'm folding.
Wind shift of mystic, but not too much demand
I'm gladdened to be there and here when I can