1. |
Doll Hospital
00:25
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[INSTRUMENTAL]
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2. |
No Hurry
05:46
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If you made a mess of your past…
The days are gettin’ longer
No we’ll never get away
Someone slowed the whole world down
Drive all day with my shirt off
Baby crawls listening to Tricky
Sit around eatin’ strawberries
The days are getting longer
Night comes down so late
We're in no hurry
Driftin’ along just like smoke
Smell the rain that’s coming
All the windows open wide
We have no money
Pile of shoes outside the back door
The evening’s for our pleasure, friend
Not measuring the loss
Hmmm, no I’ll never get away
I can’t stay here, forever
I’ll never get away
But forever, forever’s how it ends up all the time
I got no ambition
I sleep stay by the lazy river
Someone slowed the whole world down
In the old town called the past
We’re in no hurry
Whatever I'm sposed to do
I’ll fix it up tomorrow
If tomorrow, if at all
Mmm, we’ll have a party
Thought you might like to come
Never get away
Fix it up tomorrow
If tomorrow, if at all
We’re in no hurry
I’ll fix it up tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
I’m in no hurry
I’m in no hurry
Fix you up tomorrow
Do a little dealin’ to get by
We have no money
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3. |
Breakdown in Vera Cruz
04:17
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Could just fall apart again
The sorta fix you’re in
You could just fall apart again
There’s nothing here to win
Miss Lonelyhearts says
You’re just bones and skin
See them walking in wide-eyed,
Exit wounded
From Bridestown, coverin’ up the tears
Oh you’d pick up the pieces of the things you ruined
If you just knew where they'd gotten to
And you say—where to now?
And you say—where to now?
They talked a little bit
Then things went all quiet again
What they have’s on the skids
He depends on her, she depends on gin
From best man to worst man
With insults and nicknames
I’m using—I’ve been this way before
Betrayal turns each day to night
How does a thing so wrong get to feel so right?
Oh you’ll say—where to now?
Oh you’ll say—where to now?
Oh you’ll say it, say it—where to now?
Oh you’ll say it
Where to now?
Where to? Where to? Where to?
She rode the body in the train across Mexico
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4. |
Something to Live for
05:03
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Is this who we are now?
Is this who we are now?
The grass is bleached like skulls
We’ll sleep on the rooftop tonight
Put the sheets in the fridge for a while
Catherine’ll come walkin’ in fresh from the bath
Catherine’ll come walkin’ in smellin’ of soap
and wine
Something to live for
There’s something to live for
All day in disguise
You’re only payin’ the bills
The same old loss howls in your head
Travellin’ man, travellin’ band
The lights go out one by one
A daddy does what he has to do
The circus moved on
Something to live for
There’s something to live for
Well I don’t know why it is
But once you start runnin’ you never stop Your outlook was bloodshot
Let’s say your prospects were dim
Your only engine was grief
Catherine comes walkin’ in fresh from the bath
Catherine comes walkin’ in smellin’ of soap and wine
Something to live for
There’s something to live for
There’s something to live
There’s something to live for
Live, live, live, live, live, live
Something to live for
There’s something to live for
The same old loss howls in your head
You learn how to wear the disguise
You’re gonna wear the disguise
Your only engine was grief
I wonder what became of me, of you, of me
Your outlook was bloodshot
There’s something to live
There’s something to live for
To live for, to live for…
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5. |
Welcome to Walsh World
05:47
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Infatuation, sadism, lust, avarice
Possess our souls and drain the body's force
We spoonfeed our adorable remorse
Like whores or beggars nourishing their lice
Our sins are mulish, our confessions lies
We play to the grandstand with our promises
We pray for tears to wash our filthiness
Importantly pissing hogwash through our styes
The devil, watching by our sickbeds, hissed
Old smut and folk-songs to our soul, until
The soft and precious metal of our will
Boiled off in vapor for this scientist
Each day his flattery makes us eat a toad
And each step forward is a step to hell
Unmoved, though previous corpses
and their smell
Asphyxiate our progress on this road
Like the poor lush who cannot satisfy
We try to force our sex with counterfeits
Die drooling on their deliquescent tits
Mouthing the rotten orange we suck dry
Gangs of demons are boozing in our brain
Ranked, swarming like a million warrior-ants
They drown and choke the cistern of our wants
Each time we breathe, we tear our lungs with pain
If poison, arson, sex, narcotics, knives
Have not yet ruined us and stitched their quick,
Loud patterns on the canvas of our lives
It is because our souls are still too sick
Among the vermin, jackals, panthers, lice,
Gorillas and tarantulas that suck
And snatch and scratch and defecate and fuck
In the disorderly circus of our vice
There's one more ugly and abortive birth
It makes no gestures, never beats its breast
Yet it would murder for a moment's rest
And willingly annihilate the earth
It's boredom. Tears have glued its eyes together
You know it well, my listener. This obscene
Beast chain-smokes, yawning for the guillotine —
You — hypocrite listener — my double, my brother, my sister
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6. |
Your Ambulance Rides
00:46
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[INSTRUMENTAL]
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7. |
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Most of my life has been so temporary
Maybe I’m not worth it
Don’t know why you'd trust me
Baby baby baby—maybe I’m not worth it?
Baby baby baby
They say to keep a good thing going
I never have, I never tried
The worlds that I walked out on
The rivergirls are gone now
Friday rich, Saturday poor, I fall across
the bedroom floor
Baby baby baby—baby am I worth it?
Most of my life has been so temporary
Baby baby baby—baby am I worth it?
Baby baby baby
You wake up in other places
The other side of nothin’ towns
See me at my worst, you’d never want to know me
Friday rich, Saturday poor
Clothes across the bedroom floor
Go ahead and ask me—baby, is it worth it?
Most of my life, has been so temporary
So temporary, so temporary
The worlds that I walked out on
Baby baby baby—baby, am I worth it?
Baby baby baby
They say to keep a good thing going,
I never have, I never tried
The world that I walked out on, the places and the houses
Friday rich, Saturday poor
Clothes across the bedroom floor
Baby baby baby—baby, am I worth it?
Most of my life
Most of my life has been so temporary
Baby am I worth it? Maybe I’m not worth it?
The world that I walked out on
The rivergirls are gone now
When will this feeling fade?
Most of my life…
So temporary, so temporary
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8. |
World of Liars
06:05
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They live above the railyards
Watch the lighted trains through the early dark
With just enough to pay the rent
Keep thinking they're gonna make it
They never will,
They never will make it
What happens if the life that you’re in
Turns and betrays you at last?
No one is true
Not even him and you
You’re in a world of liars
It’s a world of liars
A smoky room, the jukebox plays
"You’re Killing Me With Kindness"
I fall for that, I always do
Feel yourself going under
That’s how it goes lately
That’s how it gets lately
You figured on some place in the world
Those whiskey coloured nights
That’s true, at least it is for you
You’re in a world of liars
It’s a world of liars
People always at each other’s throats
It proves how much you care
Didn’t you care?
Didn’t you care? Didn’t you care?
In a world of liars
The waterfront, the neon bars
You know these places backwards
A mess of fears hits on you
That’s what you wake up with
Once in a while
Once in a while, maybe
The same old hope in your heart every day
Whatever happens to that?
If no one is true, not even him and you
You’re in a world of liars
It’s a world of liars, liars, liars
That’s how it gets lately
That’s how it goes lately
No one is true
Not even him and you
You’re in a world of liars
It’s a world of liars, liars, liars
Feel yourself goin’ under
Feel yourself goin’ under
Feel yourself goin’ under
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9. |
Place of Bones
00:38
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[INSTRUMENTAL]
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10. |
Cheerleader
07:10
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Six months of Winter
With your junkie drawlin’ borin’ bastard friends
Sure could use a pick-me-up tonight
Sure could use
Someone to pick me up and carry me
I’m useless
Well I’m the only cheerleader you’ve got
O lucky girl
If you can’t go on, go on
I’ll help you up
Look around at what you’ve got
Not what you’ve lost
I’ll help you bury your dead
Your head is full of night
I’ll help you bury your dead
O lucky girl
I’m the only cheerleader you’ve got
I’m the only cheerleader you know
She tears the matches from the book
One by one
Her story tells itself, her hair’s undone
Changed address too many times,
Too many towns
I swear that disappointment
Can always track you down
Your self-pity song and dance
All the chances in the world you’ve blown
Your self-pity song and dance
You inhabit a world of blown chances Six months of Winter in your eyes
Six months of Winter in your eyes
Six months of Winter in your eyes
In your bones
You had no feeling,
Tell me how to keep it
Who can beat the thing that beats them?
There’s always something creeping out from your past
I’m the only cheerleader you’ve got
Changed address too many times
I’m the only cheerleader
Look around at what you’ve got
Not what you’ve lost
I’ll help you bury your dead
If your head is full of night
Six months of Winter
Six months of Winter
I could be
I could be
I could be your cheerleader tonight
I could be
I could be
I could be six months of Winter
Your cheerleader tonight
I could be
I could be
I could be your cheerleader tonight
I could be six months of Winter
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11. |
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So tell me what comes after "The Big Sleep"
Does longing stop? And are you never beat anymore?
Is everything given to be taken away?
Given to be taken away
Walking by the harbour, the park
Hear the foghorns calling through your dark
Some time and place you couldn’t name
You lost your feel for the game
You’re nostalgic, before your time...
So tell me what comes after The Big Sleep
Do you dream of all the drums that never beat anymore?
Was everything given to be taken away?
Given to be taken away
The lights go out around you one by one
The crowds go home, the circus moves on
Everything’s given to be taken away
Given to be taken away, hey, hey...
Ba ba ba-ba ba, ba ba ba-ba ba
Ba ba ba-ba ba, ba ba ba-ba ba
Well I heard of your withdrawal from the world
There’s a rose that blossoms in the barrel
For each lost little girl
Was everything given to be taken away?
Given to be taken away, far away
Applause is in your bloodstream like a drug
A game of make-believe with your barbiturate dolls
A time and place you can’t name
You lost your feel for the game
Ba ba ba-ba ba, ba ba ba-ba ba
You think that I'm happy? I’m in the same night as you
Now your ambulance rides
For your lost little girl
Your ambulance rides
No one will ever take you home
Lost…
I’m in the same night as you
You think that I’m happy? You’re nostalgic
I’m in the same night as you
There’s a rose that blossoms in the barrel
For the lost, for the lost, for the lost
I’m in the same night as you
I’m in the same night as you
Everything’s given to be taken away
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