1. |
Monterey
03:23
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The fog is thick traffic slow
Can’t stay awake anymore
Reflections shift from silver to gold
Homes line the canyon like molars in your jaw
You grind ‘em together ’til the feeling is gone
It’s not your fault, it’s not your fault
Two months too soon two much too late
It’s set in motion either way
Sharks in the water, gash in your side
They put X’s in your head they put X’s on your eyes
It’s not your fault, It’s not your fault
We are prone
To accidents
Close to home
It’s your story they want but it’s yours to own
So you can’t hide your face here any more
This ammunition weighs you down
This ammunition weighs you down
But the future sun will keep you warm
It’s not your fault, It’s not your fault
We are prone
To accidents
Close to home
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2. |
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NOWHERE TO BACK AWAY FROM
Caged in on the overpass
Just above the keystone
Grout turns to mud and you're falling
Now you're a ways away
Can't hold you in place
No gas money to bring you home
Spring pokes through the cracks
Nowhere to back away from, so you pass the time
Kicking dandelions
Kicking dandelions
An inch above the wrist
Shirtwaist to the middle of your fist
The suit fits and you're calling
I can see your face now
It's glowing in the dark
Through the windshield ahead of you
Out into the stars
But you're calling and you're calling with nothing left to say
Bentley in the front on Monday
Gun in the back on Tuesday
Cocked by your thumb
And you're calling
Spring pokes through the cracks
Nowhere to back away from, so you pass the time
Kicking dandelions
Kicking dandelions
I'm not gonna answer you
There's nothing to decide
Illuminations painted
On the inside of our eyes
But you're calling and you're calling with nothing left to say
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©2020 Brian Michael Kelly (ASCAP, IPI #499946663), Tied to My Hand Music (ASCAP, IPI #490669418)
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3. |
Painted Powder Blue
05:45
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Coyote blood stains the 101
With my eyes on the road and my headlights on
Swear I'm gonna stay ahead as long as I can
But every new day’s a day closer to gone
As the sun burns down the powder blue sky
The past floods in I can't shake it from my mind
We drove through the valley all the way down south
With boxes stacked high we had it all figured out
And I can't wait to tell you, Its ok, it's ok
Well maybe it's too little too late
But we couldn't have it any other way
But I would, if I could, so I'm holding my breath and I'm gonna make it through
Bought a little house painted powder blue
It's a heavy wind on the Altamont Pass
So keep I keep my head low and my foot on the gas
Since I let you go I've been sinking in doubt
But I've been trying really hard to dig myself out
As the moonlight shines down the mountainside
It's your silver tone image framed in my mind
You've been riding high since you gave me up
I've been in and out of love several times since us
And I can' t wait to tell you, It's ok, it's ok
I can see it in the furrow of your brow
On the faces that are looking you up and down
I see you can't see me
Well I wish we could run and jump around
Like we used to do when we owned this town
But I would, if I could, so I'm holding my breath and I'm gonna make it through
Bought a little house painted powder blue
Do you take your long walks through the sycamore grove
Like you claim you used to do all on your own
I hear your penny loafers dragging heel to toe
But hand in hand is not alone
Well you can't wait to tell me, It's too late, it's too late
Something better has taken my place, It's ok, It's ok
You wouldn't have it any other way
But I would, if I could, so I'm holding my breath and I'm gonna make it through
Bought a little house painted powder blue
It's just a couple doors down the street from you
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4. |
Soaked to Pulp
03:42
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SOAKED TO PULP
Oh green hills my weight is divided into too many parts to count
The sun that I once knew shines in a different light
On the roof that I once hid behind
Now the rooms down below are now owned by other men
They don't know me and I don't know them and that's just fine by me
Why should I trust you with my only life
All those starch white shirts and alibis
Still the laws of the land stand by your side
Oh green hills my weight is divided into too many parts to count
The wind that once blew the hair out of your eyes
Now freezes the meat to my bones
Now the house where we once hid is now owned by other men
They don't know me and I don't know them and that's just fine by me
Why should I trust you with my only life
All those master shots and lily-white lies
Still the laws of the land stand by your side
I'm not counting anymore
Official letters can be folded, torn burned soaked to pulp
I'm not counting anymore
Head cracked, lip split, legs limp too late
I'm not counting anymore
Tickling the tiger's tail, dumb trick dumb luck
I'm not counting anymore
They don't have your best interests in mind
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5. |
Moth Fly
03:52
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Polyurethane
Covering your pretty face in the rain
Young, dumb, victim of the sad song
You spent all your time in your mother’s arms
Now when go outside the sun will burn your eyes
So pry yourself away but not too fast
You'll waste precious years picking asphalt from your hands
And knees
Those knees above your feet
So shed your soft lace fringes before they leave their mark
Because when you're soft when you’re soft
The hard will keep coming at every cost
And don't let the soil stain your skin
Their initial judgment never sees you from within
Don't spend all your time digging holes in the grass
Because when you're in, when you're in, you're inside
You'll long for it the rest of your life
Moth fly, brush your powder across my skin
And swarm around the porch light
And keep the day from dying
How will you go
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6. |
On the Edgelands
04:11
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Roll your windows down, let the sound from the outside in
So you can talk about:
Paying your debts, raising your kids, taking your trips
It's ok if you don't want to be strong
It's ok for you to bitch and moan
Some of us survive where the forest meets the sand
Some of us thrive on the edgelands
On the edgelands
On the edgelands
Roll your windows down, let the sound from the outside in
So you can talk about:
Death on your doorstep, kids out on recess, vacations on Christmas
Don't you forget to lift with your knees
And laugh at the funny things
Some of us survive where the forest meets the sand
Some of us thrive on the edgelands
On the edgelands
On the edgelands
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7. |
Everything Could Be OK
03:23
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You spent your days walking
On shaky legs knocking those boys around
They chased you down
Now the easy days are running dry
And strangers just shuffle by like nothing
They've seen nothing
What if everything could be ok
Discarded friends' spiral bound
Notebook pages strewn about you were stunning
That's what they used to say
It's all been a waste of time
But that's only what your enemies claim
You see it a different way
What if everything could be ok
We're all allowed to disagree
But some of us don't put it where it needs to be
They can't see everything
So you spent the second half alone
Against their wishes, but on your own,
Then came everything, all at once
What if everything could be ok
Why can't everything just be ok
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8. |
McAvoy O'Hara
02:45
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You went to McAvoy O’Hara you never looked better
Though they got your mustache wrong
You left your shoes at home on the bathroom floor
They tried to keep you warm but no one can blame
You had a fortune in your time but your time has come and gone
You were cold as stone
When you were young the bay divided so much land
You had salt water trunks they never washed away
And the bridges tied the shores together
And gave you shade to swim under
When the fog rolled in you disappeared
In a bar docked in Oakland
Where your shoremen put the heat on
You were known as the trusted one
From The Great Lakes to Tiburon
They wouldn't leave you alone
Clark Gable would be proud
With your mustache trimmed and shoulders broad
Serving Chapter 11 kids
Your Kool-Aid stained their lips
And you could have been trapped in a padlocked cabinet
The glass stained with garvey violet
But your shoremen showed concern
And provided what they could
When you were young the bay divided so much land
You had salt water trunks they never washed away
And the bridges tied the shores together
And gave you shade to swim under
When the fog rolled in you disappeared
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9. |
End of Isabel
04:56
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Before we drive, to the end of Isabel
The gravel beats against the wheel well
Our voices sink into that quiet sound
Elbows on the window sill as peachy keen turns bittersweet
Thought we'd always move at a relative pace
Dragging our heels on the passing landscape
You say it's a myth we follow and failure's hard to swallow
So we sing that ugly song, that one we sing ten times too long
Before we drive, to the end of Isabel
Keep holding down that throttle with a broken shovel handle
I know we tried our best, may have much left
So we bang your heads on the backseat
With the fat of the land rushing beneath our feet
Eyes straight ahead, avoiding that itch
Until we parked behind that car with the Jesus fish
You got out screaming cuss words
The ones you cannot run from
Before we drive, to the end of Isabel
And roll over any more rock salt shotgun shells
We'll push it into past tense as if nothing ever happened
And sing that ugly song, that one we sing it ten times too long
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10. |
Among Friends
04:55
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Stop pretending that you don't care
Italian sunglasses blocking that morning glare
It's your decision, it don't paint mine
I'll take the train to Howard Beach almost every time
Stop pretending that you don't care
I know it hurts you when you wake up and nobody is there
Still matchstick ashes on your eyelashes
Disrupt the Nassau station as everyone passes
Let’s not forget we're among friends
We don't wanna break those weekend plans
Just because it's coming easy doesn't mean it always will be
Let’s not forget we're among friends
Stop pretending that you don't care
Once a youth at risk now you're beyond repair
Now in soft focus, gross family portraits
You claim your daddy hit you but you know he didn't
Stop pretending that you don't care
Those armchair critics' crooked fingers poke and blow hot air
They know you had to hate where you came from
You left those patient ones behind for a reason
Let’s not forget we're among friends
We don't wanna break those weekend plans
Just because it's coming easy doesn't mean it always will be
Let’s not forget we're among friends
Stop pretending that you don't care
Brush those tangled strands from your bleach blonde hair
Those twisted pictures of just another day
What you don't realize
They only share what they wanna share either way
Stop pretending that you don't care
They only notice when you're kicking their boots in the air
So you're offended by their intentions
But the shelf life is short lived and that’s okay
Let’s not forget we're among friends
We don't wanna break those weekend plans
Just because it's coming easy doesn't mean it always will be
Lets not forget we're among friends
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Oceanography Oakland, California
Oceanography is the solo project of Oakland-based singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist Brian Kelly. He brings a unique pop sensibility to bittersweet songs of heartbreak, loss, and longing, recalling at times The War on Drugs, My Morning Jacket, and Damien Jurado. His literary eye for detail and deceptively powerful voice create moments of catharsis and beauty amid the bleak and mundane. ... more
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