Here are the lyrics to Tycoon, for all who have inquired:
MAPLE BOY
crash course in death with every single breath a shallow broken whisper comes to mind a raspy “goodbye now” the last words left behind a little withered but mostly weathered a legend that chose to nurture the bottom and now in it’s place a legacy of full grown trees one that I am proud to say I’ll be young trees rise up from the bottom doing what the old one’s taught ‘em from a world away I can hear your leaves everyday from a world away I can hear your leaves everyday and with one last tractor ride a slow blue through the green and brown a boy with a heavy heart and mind with every tool and every skill he had to look inside himself to find the one to change direction it was an classic reaction for one raised by the master young trees rise up from the bottom using what the old ones taught ‘em from a world away I can hear your leaves everyday from a world away I can hear your leaves everyday anchorless seeds still stuck in the weeds and I cant believe it tell me only say good things and I will complete it drifting seeds still stuck in the weeds and I cant believe it tell me only say good things and I will complete it young trees rise up from the bottom, doing what the old one’s taught ‘em from a world away I can hear your leaves everyday from a world away I can hear your leaves everyday
DRIED PISS
press play and I’m gone back to the past back to the kid in photographs with flannel shirts and unforced smirks intrepid dispositions sometimes you can throw it all away but a few things tend to stick around the soundtrack then it’s in my head the soundtrack then it’s in my head the timing was off then now I’m sitting soaked and insecure left under a doubting sun when some streets have too much history you can feel like the dried piss on a sewer grate the soundtrack then it’s in my head the soundtrack then it’s in my head the memory’s tied to music and its stuck in my head the memory’s tied to music and its all I have left but I keep listening so I don’t forget the memory’s tied to music and its stuck in my head the memory’s tied to music and its all I have left
WINDMILL AND WATERTOWER
hard to breathe every moment hurts and sleep is just a temporary cure is it selfish or is it human what’s the purpose who’s in charge and who the fuck do I think I’m fooling when there is no quick fix you need to stomach through torn between the minutes of stable and new sick to my insides again sick to my insides I need to clear my head need to follow through need to figure out the undefined you what if no option is the right one I may need a second opinion
CHECKMATE
talk about a never-ender towed along against the weeds and dredging shallows this could be the worst deal ever say it like you mean it I will not be defeated we’re on the bus on the street on the beach they’re looking back you’re watching over me with groceries and coffee beans the dishes clean I rinse repeat until the ghosts swallow the daylight the circles carve ruts so deep around the city it might fall into the earth talk about a never-ender towed along against the weeds and dredging shallows this could be the worst deal ever say it like you mean it I will not be defeated on the one hand there’s a thorn in my side digging in at every step of the way and on the other hand I wanna rip myself in half and seize the day with the grey skies breaking away and sunlight on my face now the grey skies are breaking away the sunlight’s shining on me talk about a never-ender towed along against the weeds and dredging shallows this could be the worst deal ever might as well repeat it I will not be defeated will not be defeated talk about a never-ender say it like you mean it I will not be defeated
DEPARTMENT OF THE INTERIOR
headed for a breakdown again twenty worlds of thought constantly crushing my subconscious gutted by the brain wolves again it’s tough to stand up tall without any of your own organs constellation which one do I follow to solidify the ground beneath my feet and make it more than hollow tuck myself in under the earth tonight craving warmth and comfort learning lessons in a man’s frame still an adolescent under skin and skull digs into my bones just the way I wanted it now I got all of it just the way I wanted it now I got all of it just the way I wanted it now I got it huddled under the cold moonlight one eye towards the sky hanging on the b-side of Siamese Dream sand between my toes and traditional medicine is so easy to swallow until you choke it’s even tougher when you know what’s coming some choices can leave you wide open it’s even tougher when you know what’s coming
MOUNTAINEER
adventurers stab the days and wipe the blade let’s put the magazines away breaking rules and scamming trips doing anything to scratch the itch we’ll run away run away run away from a life imbalanced don’t fuck with the last adventurers we’re never gonna let this go we wont have to with brains in our head feet in our shoes passport control ditching the real life tight mountain roads that tunnel into coastal city lights just two machines outside the lines living off alcohol adrenaline and filtered grinds will you remember white knuckle nights Andorran alpine twilight let’s check our pulses when we get old to see what’s real dropping ropes we’re letting go of population overflow steel tight lips and tighter ships doing anything to scratch the itch we’ll run away run away run away from a life imbalanced don’t fuck with the last adventurers we’re never gonna let this go we wont have to with brains in our head feet in our shoes trying hard to keep ourselves physically strong mentally awake and morally straight instead of running for our lives we got knives in hand to catch our fears by surprise will you remember Blood Mountain nights in Appalachian moonlight it’s how we made our younger days shape worthy lives we were the last adventurers we were the last adventurers will you remember white knuckle nights Andorran alpine twilight let’s check our pulses when we get old to see what’s real but we already know will you remember Blood Mountain nights in Appalachian moonlight it’s how we made our younger days shape worthy lives
INSIDER (EXECUTIVE / AMPUTEE)
hanging by the threads and soaking in the squalor X’s on the walls don’t check the living rooms or city halls check the freeway check the gutter check the prison check the weather then bury the remains at the truck stop the furnace is roaring bright but their hands are tied ten footprints disappear into the night a train of though derailed and recaptured then a rupture results from tiny cracks on the inside the cities rise and highways lead a mass of citizens caught in between executives and amputees we’re inside still trapped inside with no way out it’s a critical mass of younger minds taking up space taking up time falling short of projected design made up for it in volume size can the resource be tapped to re-energize and fill the gaps inform hold back keep the peace or launch the sneak attack crushing the world with one hand behind our backs the cities rise and highways lead a mass of citizens caught in between executives and amputees
NEW BRAINS
listen it’s a hurricane nothing stays the same the trees are tied to deeper roots nothing ever moves headaches branch out from the middle of new brains that need just a little hope you will remember everything but this the hardest part about the art are the options that you get I’m not afraid to waste my breath on happiness I’m not afraid to waste my breath on happiness
PERMANENT
I can’t settle down with the cracking sound of broken bonds still ringing in my head laughter stops stomach knots no one wins the mountain top the steel gets tired of the rust and folds never in control never in control never in control history does not disappear or get old let me get this straight its all around and written off as a life expense nothing can come in between where I am and where I’ve been I will not pretend that everything is permanent nineteen twenty three twenty five twenty nine and feeling fine trying not to shake the kid holding on underneath for dear life the quiet whispers close to my ear are getting hard to hear drown out by the sound drown out by the sound drown out by the sound and lights of nice quiet normal successful life let me get this straight its all around and written off as a life expense nothing can come in between what I love and who I am I will not pretend that everything is permanent I couldn’t finish what I started it scared the shit out of me I couldn’t finish what I started observing history I couldn’t finish what I started
SKYSCRAPERS
I never repeat gossip so listen carefully it means something to me the studs and joist braces drywall dust in our faces three years will make you think dealing with living mistakes harness the strength ripping down the walls between fun and fear put the plan in gear and go we’ll make it on our own fake it as we go never had a reason strong enough inside I could believe in kind of wanted this more than anything three story tall skyscrapers there’s more than one way out of the hole looking up growing deeper growing bold harness the guts tearing up the earth into new frontiers putting plans in gear we know we’ll make it on our own fake it as we go never had a reason strong enough inside I could believe in kind of wanted this more than anything still have a mattress to rely on still have a trail to take me anywhere three story tall skyscrapers we’ll make it on our own we’ll fake it as we go
TURN IN MY THROAT
this is not a voice it’s a vehicle of starvation my windpipe rotted through the floor my face was wearing thin before it’s hard to tell since nothing ever worked right anyway it should be pretty clear from everything you hear that one must need not know how to sing to share a point of view lucky to just make it through this far alive there’s less and less on my chest wouldn’t trade the world for any of this wash the road off my clothes turn in my sore throat and release me you think it’s inside your skin forever it’s ironic true catharsis comes with last ditch efforts a scribbled message on the toilet when the strain overtakes the ambition it’s probably time to give it away there’s less and less on my chest wouldn’t trade the world for any of this wash the road off my clothes turn in my sore throat and release me these eyes are seeing double so maybe it’s time to pull over to the side of the road and let it all go there’s less and less on my chest wouldn’t trade the world for any of this wash the road off my clothes turn in my sore throat and release me
