yesterday again today

by all the meat wants

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released 27 September 2005
Written, performed, and produced by Finn Kisch
Additional vocals by Sara Shoys
Album art design and photography by Finn Kisch

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Track Name: comet
fire before me
ashes left behind
faded scrolling photos of unfulfilled desire
flashing rows of light and naked spaces
anesthetic humming in my spine
burning through to unfamiliar places
courting desolation

i throw my cigarette out the window
(i'm counting every mile)
and drive
sparks flying in the desert wind
i've got silver in my eyes

a pocket full of anger
sickness in my throat
there's nothing but static on the radio to talk to
fingers wrapping white around the wheel
playing all these movies in my mind
alone inside my blazing pyre of steel
with dreams of devastation

as i throw my cigarette out the window
(i'm counting every mile)
and drive
sparks flying in the desert wind
i've got crimson in my eyes

i never asked for reasons
i never told her lies
swallowed all my expections
hit this fucking onramp driving blind
Track Name: moving day
i don't think that all these things
will bring me peace of mind
i'm tired of feeling scattered
she covers up her eyes
it doesn't seem too much to ask
to have my hands in the earth
it doesn't seem too much to ask
to stay awhile someplace that doesn't hurt
so why am i spinning again?

i don't find it easy
to carve out my own place
i'm tired of always making do
and never taking space
it doesn't seem too much to ask
for just one lazy day
it doesn't seem too much to ask
to want to take out all my toys and play
so why am i spinning again?

i hope that maybe someday
your stories might come true
i'll do what i can
i'll do what i can for you
Track Name: trinity
a hundred days and counting
i don't know how it got this late
twice-forgotten scenes surround
me on the floor
fumbling with the letters of the same name
trying to make some sense
but it just gets later
and i just sit here wondering
who am i going to ask for words now?

the family's getting smaller
i don't know how i got this old
but every year i spill a few more flowers
sadness always follows after sadness
and none of it makes sense
sometimes i write it down
sometimes i sit here wondering
who am i going to ask for words now?

this house is thick with dreaming
i don't know how it got this late
a gentle rain of moments lost
and me on the floor
laughter locked in little paper worlds
where everything makes sense
but i can't touch them
and all these souls have left me
so who am i going to ask for words now?
Track Name: conflicted
i know where we are is broken
shifting shards of jagged plans
i know it should stay unspoken
trembling times and troubled hands
now maybe you could share some answers
my crystal ball is black and blue
maybe you could share this cancer
it may be the only thing left for us to do
this has gone on long enough

i know that i seem ungrateful
all i have, i owe to you
i know this charade is hateful
shattered shades of something true
now maybe this romance has flowered
wilted, died, and gone to seed
maybe we're a pair of cowards
it may be that all we've used up is all we need
this has gone on long enough
Track Name: shilling
this name, i think i still remember
the person's not so clear
but what i am can spare an hour or two
not expecting too much more
than five o'clock to roll around
maybe smoke, but not this mirror that i found

coffee grounds and ashes
chasing caution on the wind
(clay and make-believe)
i'll be real for a while
step outside my tangled scenes
(clay and make-believe)
no risk and no returning
just ninety minutes in never land

i call this empty "getting better"
than what is not so clear
i'll think about it for an hour or two
i'm tired of always wanting more
than what the years have brought around
all this power, and never touching ground

coffee grounds and ashes
chasing caution on the wind
(clay and make-believe)
i'll be real for a while
step outside my tangled scenes
(clay and make-believe)
no risk and no returning
just ninety minutes in never land