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Boardwalk Act
03:47
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I know that it’s wrong
But I’m always on top
If it feels so good
Why should I stop
This ain’t no board game
Should have my tail ‘tween my legs
And my face red from an open palm
I’m coughin’ up some blood
Let me light one up
I’ve got this headache
From excessive intake
Of what helps me forget
Even in a hotel lobby
Near the Grand Ole Opry
I can’t keep my hands to myself
Oh, but she sang so well
She sang “My Winding Wheel”
In the moment
I mean it
I swear
But a new day is
A new moment
Elsewhere
I’m a boardwalk act
No tips in my hat
The secrets I keep
Will soon come haunt me
And travel past a length
That I can reach
In the moment
I mean it
I swear
But a new day is
A new moment
Elsewhere
I’m a boardwalk act
No tips in my hat
Now my hands wrap bodies
Plural, shame on me
A fool for certain I have made
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2. |
Messenger Bird
03:18
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The messenger bird fell ill
By indecision of direction he fell
He flew in circles of confusion
With words we wish to use but
Our pride won’t let him land
Now his wings are swollen and lame
And he don’t fly like he used to; it’s a shame
But in the hollows of your mind
There’s a sympathy that hides
For that old bird and the role that he played
The silence wore him out
And he ain’t used to livin’ on the ground
So speak up, I’ll do the same
I’m tired of killing intuition
And all that I believe in
Will that messenger bird fly again
The messenger bird ain’t at fault
It was the sender of the letter who called him
So let down your skyward weapons
For his death won’t bring you vengeance
It was me at the root of it all
I’m always at the root of it all
The silence wore him out
And he ain’t used to livin’ on the ground
So speak up, I’ll do the same
I’m tired of killing intuition
And all that I believe in
Will that messenger bird fly again
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3. |
Ohio Weather
05:05
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I wake up, greet the sun
Turn my coffee pot on
Strum on my guitar
And hum along
Still at a loss for words
Sometimes I think so much it hurts
Or I just scare myself and go to sleep
Where I pray for dreams
No nightmares for me
I've seen enough of those in real life
I used to have a few friends
But now I barely talk to them
Maybe once in a while on the internet
I feel I'm fadin' and it's fast
I hope this feelin', it don't last
‘Cause it's not like me to be in such a mood
Maybe it's this Ohio weather
Can't make up its mind
Maybe it's this Ohio weather
Keeps messin' around with mine
I heard New York City never sleeps
Maybe I belong there
‘Cause no matter how hard I try
I can't seem to shut my eyes
Even though my days
They seem so long
And who I've become
Is no one to what I've done
My name just takes space up in the phonebook
Livin' by the crack of a can
From every cigarette-stained hand
Tiny cancers are the answer to the boredom
While the moon hangs and shines
I'm feelin' good with bloodshot eyes
Oh, the glory of being young and dumb
Maybe it's this Ohio weather
Can't make up its mind
Maybe it's this Ohio weather
Keeps messin' around with mine
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4. |
Barflies
05:40
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I’m gonna see to it tonight
That you make it home alright
I’d take the wheel but I
Ain’t in no shape to drive
I could call my friend
There’s a favor he owes me
He’ll pick us up even if he’s in bed
I’m gonna call him
‘Cause there’s a checkpoint down the street
I called and he didn’t pick up
That’s not like him
He’s usually clutch
And now my phone’s about to die
I haven’t charged it since Thursday night
Darlin’ just sit back
Listen to the buzzing of the drunken bees
They knuckleball with amplified emotion
They hoot and holler
In a barfly symphony
I know it isn’t right
If you wanna go, that’s fine
You know, you mess things up sometimes
But we’ll work it out, it’s alright
Yeah, you mess things up sometimes
I guess we’ll have to walk
Rubber sole, roadkill, blacktop
To be honest, I don’t mind
Worry free, pretty girl, moonlight
I forgot to close my tab
That’s the second time this week
But I ain’t worried
No, I ain’t that mad
We’re gonna get it
On the way to breakfast in the morning
I know it isn’t right
If you wanna go, that’s fine
You know, you mess things up sometimes
But we’ll work it out, it’s alright
Yeah, you mess things up sometimes
Yeah, you mess things up sometimes
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5. |
Zeros
04:27
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I’m getting low on the dollar bill
That’s why my schedule's always filled to the top
I lick the brim of my coffee cup
Cousin of cocaine can’t even wake me up
Nothin’ does
I just sleep right through
If I die before I wake
May the angels sing my retired name in harmony
I play my cards with a sleight of hand
Like a one-night lover or a business man
I get what I want
But the truth will trump them all
I’m rollin’ around
Riding on coattails and connections
It’s a cynical cycle
That I don’t think will ever end
It’s whiskey from a well
And minimal frequence
‘Cause I’m a couple zeros short of takin’ a chance
I was crawling out of holes
‘Fore I ever settled in
Now I’m a couple zeros short of takin’ a chance
I save my coins in a jelly jar
I had a piggy bank, but I broke his heart
He’s hungry too
I know I lived a life of lust
I’m sorry if my coffin costs too much
I bet it does
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6. |
Waitin' Like A Canine
05:03
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I still feel with my hands
Though colder than death
I twist the beads that are lain
Upon your T-shirted breast
I beat a dead love to a pulp
Hoping it will resurrect
Or just remember
Now I’m talking too loud
Too freely and honest
If only you’d heed
To the words I have chosen
You’d think that I’d learn
From all the poems, songs and sonnets
That it ain’t worth it
As long as the moon
Don’t turn me to stone
While the sun goes to sleep
Or decides to explode
I won’t ignore the flames
That are keepin’ me warm
Even though they’re burnin’ me
Now I’m waitin’ like a canine
And you’re throwin’ me bones
Through snow, rain and sunshine
I’m convinced that you’ll come home
You could call it the blues
But it’s beaten black too
When I strike with my hammer
The nails seem to move
I’m just a lone carpenter
Who’s looking for work
I want to rebuild
I don’t give a damn
About outside perspective
Their opinions aren’t valid
Nor do I respect them
Everyone is a genius
Oh my God, how they’ve lived it
How should I pay them?
Now I’m waitin’ like a canine
And you’re throwin’ me bones
Through snow, rain and sunshine
I’m convinced that you’ll come home
In every bed-bound love
You’re convinced that you’ve found
Past interstate and river
You got yourself wrapped around
He ain’t nothin’
And nothin’s all he’ll ever be
He can try, but he ain’t me
Now I’m waitin’ like a canine
And you’re throwin’ me bones
Through snow, rain and sunshine
I’m convinced that you’ll come home
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7. |
Advice
03:13
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Ask me to confess
Dive into my brain
As if you’d validate your reason
With whatever I should say
Like I’m some source of knowledge
By which you would abide
Oh, I can see the blankness of your heart
By the connection of our eyes
I can give you advice
But I can’t take it when it’s mine
I can highlight all the goodness
I can distract you from pain
Oh, I will wrestle all your demons
Make you believe you are sane
But when I’m searching for that comfort
When I’m the only one around
I trip, I do stumble
I try to speak, but there’s no sound
I can give you advice
But I can’t take it when it’s mine
Oh, so you know
Somebody’s got to go
Let it loose
Take control
Just go home
Now and then I wonder
I let the animals collide
I haven’t seen that type of bad behavior
Since 2005
I’m runnin’ ‘round in circles
I’m chasin’ my own tail
Somebody tell me where’s a new beginning
And what does that entail
I can give you advice
But I can’t take it when it’s mine
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8. |
Purple Polished Nails
03:59
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I got two flowers
One of them is blue
And one I will not show to you
I am a magician
Revealing not a trick
I will never show that to you
Honey holler louder
No matter what the volume
I will not show that to you
The sweetest picklock
I admire your ambition
I will never show that to you
I think it's a good thing
To keep you
On top your purple polished nails
If you grow worried
Stomp all of those demons
‘Cause I would not do that to you
Those mouths are just coal trains
Blowing toxic smoke through
Some skewed-view window panes
Imagination's a gamble
Confidence with coffee
But crippled, tucked in your bed
Honey I am your doctor
Bandage all your wounds
But sometimes I'll break the news
I think it's a good thing
To keep you
On top your purple polished nails
I got two flowers
One of them is blue
And one I will not show to you
I am a magician
Revealing not a trick
I will never show that to you
I think it's a good thing
To keep you
On top your purple polished nails
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9. |
Sunburn
04:40
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I got a sunburn
‘Cause I will never learn
When it’s too much
I just bask and I burn
But I got a fiending
For that good feeling
I’m knee deep and sinking
I stick around ‘cause I believe in
I know you know I know
It’s probably a mistake
I know you know I know
The possibilities
Who said delusion and confusion
Ain’t sons of ambition
It’s just a sunburn
It can’t hurt me
But we all know that red skin
That blistering burnin’
The things you neglected
Got you here now
You’re invested
I know you know I know
It’s probably a mistake
I know you know I know
The possibilities
Ain’t that some son of a bitch
You try with your might just to twist
This into something positive
I guess it’s better than it’s been
I know the sun seems like gold
If only to have and to hold
A desire turned to disease
Still I wallow on a maybe
I know you know I know
It’s probably a mistake
I know you know I know
The possibilities
We know we know we know
The difference we could make
We know we know we know
The possibilities
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10. |
Fate Is A Man
06:14
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The way that I see it
Fate is a man
In a well-tailored suit
And a watch with no hands
For time is no concern
When you control the universe
If everything happens for a reason
Then that reason is him
There’s no majestic wonder
He’s a scientist for sure
With your life inside his beaker
And chance is left to burn
He’s kind most the time
You know, you still are alive
But somewhere a momma’s cryin’ baby
In a cemetery tonight
And that just ain’t right
So you search for some direction
In a world so tangled up
Don’t you give in
To his Jekyll mood swings
Don’t give up
And the miles that you’ve traveled
By foot or by machine
Are just tiny combustions
In the engine of a dream
Though friction will show
On your tires or soul
Maintenance is a bitch
But it’s the price of control
So you search for some connection
In a world so scattered thin
Don’t you listen
Just dismiss him
Don’t give in
Who’s the problem
You’re the problem
Who can solve it
You can solve it
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11. |
Ohio Weather (Reprise)
01:39
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The Ohio Weather Band Akron, Ohio
The Ohio Weather Band is a rock & roll outfit consisting of the members born and raised in Northeast Ohio. The band members include: Corey King, Derek Strata, and Ray Lumpp.
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