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Where There's Heart
03:35
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Would it be too bold of me to assume that you went out and found yourself someone new, someone new just like I know you love to do-do-do-do? I'm stuck here alone waiting by my telephone hoping half-haplessly that you would call me, enthrall me with words that resemble home. But I'd be better off unknown. Because if home is where there's heart it seems the hardest part's deciding where to start without you. You're obsessive about the fumes that enticed your migration right from this room. It appeared so cathartic the way you departed. Turn on the world inside instead. Keeping warm with blood rushing to my head as I lie unromantically on our bed. Cite the letters you left that leave me in shreds. But I'd be better off left dead. Because if home is where there's heart it seems the hardest part's deciding where to start. Because if home is where there's heart it seems the hardest part's deciding where to start without you. Jam the lock. Shut out the lights. Let's let the alcohol make it all alright. Jam the lock. Shut out the lights. Let the alcohol make it. Jam the lock. Shut out the lights. Let the alcohol make it all alright. I'd imagine that the sun wouldn't burn as bright if it were true that you were truly gone from my life. If you were truly gone from my life. If you were truly gone from my life. If you were truly gone. Truly gone. Truly gone. Truly gone from my, from my life. Because home is where there's heart, and it seems the hardest part's been deciding where to start without, without you…
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Get Along Song
02:58
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We all need to get along 'cause it won't be long 'till what you love's all gone. This world has gone to shit, and all our friends and family sit in front of screens. It seems there's nothing to be done. We just need to get along because the justice system's failing everyone. There's someone always watching you just to look out for themselves. It's true. So, let's pretend the ending will be fun while the higher-ups keep hoarding all their guns. Oh, I guess it's not so bad. And, yes, I'm glad that we are still alive. We're still alive. Yeah. Oh, we believe we get along. Yet the strangers we encounter don't belong. The weather is in doubt, and all the water's drying out while all the wealthy people pile up their dough. And the rest of us have nowhere we can go. Oh, I guess it's not so bad. And, yes, I'm glad that we are still alive. No, it isn't what we had, but what we'll be when we come together right. But it's up to you all. You all. But it's up to you all. But it's up to you all. To you all. But it's up to you all to see it from a wider view. To you all. You all. But it's up to you all to do the things you got to do. To you all. To you all to move ahead and make your luck. To you all. Yeah, I need you all to finally actually give a fuck…
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Don't Know Any Strangers
03:30
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Everyone I know sure knows a thing about a thing or two. Everyone I know sure knows a thing about a thing or two. Problem is, when problems show, we probably don't know what to do. We talk too loud to listen to what anyone would want to say. We talk too loud to listen to what anyone would want to say. Appearing hard of hearing. Letting silence be the words we make. I've seen too much to tell I know I know I've seen you all before. I've seen too much to tell I know I know I've seen you all before. And I know you like I know myself, so self-reflection is in-store. And I know you like I know myself. Well, I've got friends, and I've got family. And I've got tons and tons and tons of lonely. Well, I've got friends, and I've got family. And I've got tons and tons and tons of lonely. Well, I've got friends, and I've got family. And I've got tons and tons and tons of. Tons and tons and tons, oh. Well, I'd have tons and tons of fun alone. But I've got you. But I've got you. But I've got you, and you sure know that you've got…
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So Much
04:11
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There is so much love. There is so much. There is so much love. There is so much. Well, there is so much left to give to all the people who we live with every day. To all the dads and moms and bestest friends who fight our battles for us 'till the end. Who get sad in moments when we wouldn't win. And stick by our silly notions when we motion to begin again. Mhm. There is so much love. There is so much. And there is so much love. There is so much. Well, there is so much life to lead with all the people who we need to keep around. And I've got places left to see, and things to do for you and me. With copacetic energy abound, we found the words to speak, then lost the languages to sound. And there is so much hate. There is so much. And there is so much hate. There is so much. There are haters all around, but I refuse to let their anger bring me down. Bad people who surmise. They chalk their spirit full of lies. Who lose themselves. So, be grateful for the folks who toast your health. There are many, maybe fewer, but the ones who do won't fail. While I believe that I am good, I know them bad things all too well. And the better-worst won't go away. And the ones who love you always say they love you far too often for your taste. There is so much love. There is so much love. There is so much. There is so much. There is so much. There is so much love. There is too much…
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Not Funny Nebraska
Cody Soulliere
- Drums
A.D. Wrigley
- Guitar
Mark Siegel
- Bass
Columbus, Nebraska
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