1. |
Basement Pool Table
01:55
|
|||
|
Stabilize the shorter leg, sure to mind the one loose peg
Kill the lights or cover up the camera in the south-west corner
Yellow and red, both hearts will melt, tonight we're going to scratch the felt
And pity all the self-absorbed kids looking for a sense of order
I want you, she wants me, who guessed that this is how it's supposed to be?
Oh, I can hear it in my head now, all eleven tracks
Faulty memory like a slag computer taken back
I tell the story different now 'cause all my friends get sad that they weren't there, so I'll teach them not to care
Ne sois pas triste parce que tu ne pouvais pas avoir les mêmes choses que j'avais il y a 4 ans. Je te promets que cette vie n'a pas beaucoup de valeur pour moi!
And I'd trade it all away for just one more look
Oh, I can hear it in my head now, all eleven tracks
Faulty memory like a slag computer taken back
I tell the story just the same so they'll all learn to cope with not being there
For fuck's sake, just learn not to care
|
||||
2. |
Fall For You
04:27
|
|||
|
Sick of telling other people's stories like they're my own
From the high road
In my sleeping mind where you adored me, room was empty
There you kept me silent
Necessary? Maybe not, but sounds nice
Now I should thrive, been a good five
Years since someone overlooked me outright
Breeding tension, did I mention I went and misplaced my charm?
And I'm,
Shaking off the pieces of overheated shallow love, I know, yeah, I know, but it still won't stop me, 'cause every time I'll fall for you
If the high life doesn't find me some day, for good measure, simple pleasures might last, but they might not
Changing my mind, know this street's not one-way, and it's time
For one more game, and I'm playing in your name
Shaking off the pieces of overheated shallow love, I know, yeah, I know, but it still won't stop me, 'cause every time I'm,
Shaking in my shoes for you, falling into something new, I'm sick and I'm tired of asking what could be if you decide to call me back
Sick of spelling out the same old story, so I try to sit back and learn,
Make your head turn
No compelling words could do it for me
So I lie down, stake out my ground and I wait, I keep my mind straight, and I'm sorry I'm late, but here's where I land
|
||||
3. |
It's Better There
03:18
|
|||
|
There's a burning, turning, sick desire I've gotta wrestle before I move higher
Baby, I gotta go bold
Has this stone already rolled
Into stiffer, steeper, thicker water? Evicted off of the edge, another squatter
Some things don't come easy if you're holding still
It's too good to be true, I know, but I heard it happened all to you, and I want some,
'Cause it's better there, than it is here
They never care, wasting those years being
Self-aware, wishing for a little
Time to spare, before I bottom out
My pulse is spiking, liking the change of scenery, now I'll be somewhere in back if you need me
Hey man, I'm already sold, so won't you turn me to gold
Rolling up on the sleek glass table, making one quick misstep? There's your label
Some things go to quickly if you look away
You can button down that lip, but I know the truth will come around and hit me, 'cause it's better there...
Today my reputation's nonexistent, or so they tell me
They say there was a train but now I missed it, and now I'm poisoned thinking 'bout how it's better there...
'Cause it's better there, than it is here
They never care, fending off stones and
Dirty stares, hopes and worries and
Dreams laid bare, that's how I bottomed out
|
||||
4. |
Projecting Entropy
03:05
|
|||
|
Hey spaced-out angel, have you got yourself lost?
Did you go wander in the late November frost?
Oh strung-out first child, have you got the resource
To let the spoiled, tortured-soul gig run its course?
'Cause you got a soft face, and you're making up for lost grace
Celebrating all the enemies
Reveling in hollow therapy
Outwardly projecting entropy when the going gets a little tough
Running to the East Coast
Clarity won't come so easily to you like most
And if you wait 'til sundown, and disregard some safety
The big-tent gathering's for you; it's not for me
'Cause now you got a soft face, and you're making up for lost grace
Celebrating all the enemies
Reveling in hollow therapy
Outwardly projecting entropy when the going gets a little tough
You're waiting for someone to come and call your bluff
No one else obliges, 'cause now they all believe you
When you claimed illness what did you expect they'd do?
And if you wait 'till sundown and disregard some safety
The big-tent gathering's for you; it's not for me
Hey spaced-out angel, have you got yourself lost?
Did you go wandering in the late November frost?
(Running to the East Coast) Clarity won't come so easily to you like most.
|
||||
5. |
Second-Hand Flashbacks
02:54
|
|||
|
Chicago in the fall's a serene, picturesque place, or so I've heard. Those aren't my words
With leaves on the sidewalk, you had some strange, nervous grace, each step you took, inside you shook
Christine, I feel like I know you
Through misty second-hand flashbacks
Heartaches, left in your wake below you
Somehow put me on the fast track to my own sorrow
Top of your class, you followed him out to the desert, left your friends
But not before your stole your dad's Mercedes-Benz
Driving fast, high as a kite, eyes open wide just like the highway
To the lake where you skipped stones, jumped each other's bones...
Now, correct me if I'm wrong, 'cause I'm not really one to say if that whole rosy-colored story really went that way
Or if the bad blood cancels out those instant-photo-filtered dreams you used to have about those days
Fading like a speed-binge white-out haze
Christine, I feel like I know you
Through these misty second-hand flashbacks
Heartaches, left in your wake below you
Somehow still keep me on the fast track to my own sorrow
|
||||
The Gallagher Side Project Albuquerque, New Mexico
I make songs when I have time to. Noisy pop rock music
If you like The Gallagher Side Project, you may also like:
Frantic Semantic EP
by Grow Rich
Fuzzy and swirling shoegaze soundscapes from Indonesia full of emotion and DIY spirit.
go to album
The Rhythm of the City
by John Paul Keith
Classic roots rock with Memphis grit and swagger from singer-songwriter John Paul Keith, on Wild Honey Records.
go to album
I'm You (2019)
by Hallelujah The Hills
The Boston indie rockers return, with their characteristic mix of poignant lyrics and melodies that can turn from delicate to anthemic.
go to album
Wrong Datum
by Teenage Art Scene
Hooky, guitar-heavy power pop from Victoria, BC, Teenage Art Scene writes songs with wry lyrics and huge refrains.
go to album
Some Siren's Set List
by The Marbled Page
Punchy power pop with big riffs and classic Midwest emo-style vocals from Chicago's The Marbled Page.
go to album
The Convincer (20th Anniversary Edition)
by Nick Lowe
Released in 2001, “The Convincer” is a gentle gem in the Nick Lowe catalog; an anniversary edition provides opportunity for rediscovery.
go to album
The Brooklyn indie band punch well above their weight on their debut LP, supporting their buoyant rock hooks with polished production.
go to album
