LYRICS – CONFIDENCE (FULL ALBUM)

Ampersands
Society’s expectations may or may not be for everyone.

Spending years on one side of an ampersand
Like a good little soldier following orders
Revised the part of the story you didn’t understand
Dressed like a doll and thrown into the corner

The comfort of others
At the expense of your own
The humdrum of fitting in
You can’t call this your home

Spending years in the trap of your sinking sand
Like a company man trapped in his position
In nature, you’re as fluid as fits your demand
But ignore what we need to avoid imposition

The comfort of others
At the expense of your own
The humdrum of fitting in
You can’t call this your home

For My Favorite
A love song.

Angela Dawn, sittin’ round with a record on
You are the everything
Angela Dawn, walkin’ through with nothing on
You are the everything

A kiss from an angel (x3)

(repeat)

Kiss Off, Stranger
Bo Diddley covered by The Strokes if the guitarist was a Dalek

Picture me as an enemy in your mind
Tart me up as a villain – I don’t mind
All I ask is you treat yourself well.

Don’t hold your anger, don’t you hold back
Channel all the animosity that breaks your back
And all I ask is you treat yourself well.

I see you on a busy street
I hate you, and you probably don’t know me
But all I ask is you treat yourself well.

The First Episode
Bipolar confusion, masked by science fiction

Paraded this around, the spark and the beauty
Then the fall and the walls came down
Hurt and confused on me
My spacecraft ran to ground

I felt us fading out like some 3am sign-off
Red eyes and salty tears
Bleeding out with a cough
My spacecraft headed south
My spacecraft headed south

I would love to lose my feelings, when this wave is crashing through
I smashed the controls that sent me reeling …
But what else could I do? What else could I do?
Does anybody understand? Does this happen to you?

It feels so raw & juvenile (x3)
It hurts so much inside
This life support, suppose it’s failing among the wreckage
The black box is wailing one final message
“Our spacecraft is…”

Terror In the Aisles
Music seems to be lifestyle wallpaper nowadays.

All these empty seats are disappointed dreams
And advice to think twice: head to the egress
No use in pandering to the nobody listening
Just shake your head and keep on, keep on going

This is your captain calling, and your in-flight fool
With some heartfelt words for you to spurn
Boredom and panic? It’s the same dull planet
We’ll share this awkward moment, crash, and burn

And when we’ve had our fill, tip your server and head for the door
Smart phones and cheap swill, entertainment’s of little use anymore
And when the sonnets run dry, you’re face to face with a painted smile
When the youth fades away, all that’s left is terror in the aisles

Brakes
Older me giving love advice to younger me, yet somehow still a fool.

Be careful with affection – choose these moments well
Consider these lines a reminder to yourself:
Go slow, let go (x2)

You think you’re running out of time, but it’s how you push away
Say too much, you’re instantly betrayed, hey

Running with scissors so to cut to the chase
Insults and injuries … that good thing gets replaced
The same mistake you always make the same mistake you always make

You’ll feel you’ll never change your mind, but you better find away
Or that heart of yours will give it all away, hey

(repeat second chorus)
Slam on the brakes

Sundaydrunk
Friends don’t let friends drink alone after they’ve been dumped

Cosmos cue the sandbags from the rafters
Drop those shoes and forget about the ever-afters

Ill-fated lovers get hung out to dry
Bad luck on Sunday? Oh, you really don’t know why.

Almost you but not quite back from the good grief
You’ve been doing lines with your make believe dad at the bathroom sink

But I’ll be your juicebox, you can’t drink me dry
It’s Midtown on Sunday … you’re drunk as hell and you don’t know why

I’ll be your mirror, I’ll be your thermostat
“Midtown is a strange place” … you’ve got your reasons for saying that.

We Died Laughing
A character sketch of raising hell, complete with regrets

We ran around town making enemies, but we died laughing
Now everyone I know is allergic to me, but we died laughing

In a way this had to happen, and better now than never
Now I hope I don’t maintain this reputation forever

It bruises my heart to the nth degree, but we died laughing

Oh, it’s a new kind of tension
I’m not sure what to say
Approach with apprehension
You’re better off just running away

We ran out of town as a remedy, but we died laughing
The trouble we stirred was a joke to me, and I died laughing

In a way this had to happen, and better now than never
Now I hope I don’t maintain this reputation forever

We died laughing (x4)

Lost In the Fire
The traumas of early life and how you’ve conquered them.

Reach out your hand to me
You’re afraid when there’s no need to be, anytime
You are a mirror here
Of everything I love and feared … don’t cry
Hidden in the drinks and jokes,
The truth you’d tell if it weren’t stuck in your throat!
Facing what you fear, resigned
To the thoughts and feelings you cannot hide (from)
Let go

Just open the window, what do you see?
What remains, shed the seasons and bleed
Just open the window, what do you see lost in the fire?

Well, you’ve got your medicine
It’s the door you’re not answering to let the demons in
And the pistol from your darker days
Your father kept it packed away, for exit strategies
Sometimes you will find yourself sliding out of frame
It’s bad for your health – you’re ill at ease
Tornadoes and lullabies,
Robins/Mitchell town houses in your eyes

Just open the window, what do you see?
What remains, shed the seasons and bleed
Just open the window, what do you see?
Lost in the fire, but back on your feet.

Texas Can’t Have You Back
She could be with anyone she wanted, but she chose me.

You can drive away from your broken home
And resist the urge to roam
A singular goal to save your soul
You could prefer to be alone

But Texas can’t have you back (x3)
Not if I have any say

You could have drifted, aimless and free
But that road brought you to me
Your fingers were cold and seeking
Kind hands to hold them warmly

But Texas can’t have you back (x3)
Not if I have any say

A lone star on your shoulder (x2)

The End

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