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Aardvarks -Intro
Stream on Bandcamp Chris Reiswig
Keep your eyes to the stars
And your ear to the radio
You’ve got to get your kicks however you can
When fighting against this life on loan
Temperatures rise
It’s just a fact of life
You already know
Half of the time
It’s hard to tell where our intentions lie
Could they be deep inside
All burrowed low
Heroes stay grounded
While the beasts can roam
Every single step
Marking their new home
Those that do no wrong
Do not run
But what about you and me?
When the dollar scratchers have all run empty
And the aardvarks
The aardvarks all walk free
Perpetual Slip
Chris Reiswig
Perpetual slip
A fall and a trip
And you were gone away
If you’d settled the score
By strumming a chord
Then you’d’ve gone away now
Who stole your life in the sun
In a quest for the Great Rebirth
And now you just sit up there and wander
Off the face of the earth
But did you ever really walk it anyway?
Fall off the face of the earth
Let the fabric slip away
Fall off the face of the earth
When you fall out of line
Is when you fall out of mind
So were you tripped or were you thrown?
To where the sky will catch your bones
Fall off the face of the earth
When you fall out of line
You fall out of mind
All the parts that you left here are
All hooked to machines
Removing ghosts from your mirrors now, baby
You gotta keep ‘em looking clean
You thought your kings would have sold for more
More than they’re worth
One snap decision
To fall off of the earth
But you never really walked it anyway
Fall off the face of the earth
Let the fabric slip away
Fall off the face of the earth
When you fall out of line
Is when you fall out of mind
So were you tripped or were you thrown?
To where the sky will catch your bones
Fall off the face of the earth
When you fall out of line
You fall out of mind
Fall off the face of the earth
Let the fabric slip away
Fall off the face of the earth
When you fall out of line
Is when you fall out of mind
So were you tripped or were you thrown?
To where the sky will catch your bones
Fall off the face of the earth
When you fall out of line
You fall out of mind
Anhedonia
(I‘m Not In Love) Chris Reiswig
My heart’s in my middle
And it pumps blood in between ads for dinero
And a shotgun wedding machine
And you’re the shotgun wedding queen
I know you can’t stand it
I pump blood that just ain’t clean
A landlocked bandit
And I’ll take down anybody
Said I’ll take down anybody
With or without my sealegs
But oh No Woah No
This love we have is just a mirage
It’s lust disguised in ovarian camouflage
I ain’t got faith in the stars above
Cause I can’t be yours
And this just can’t be love
Woah This can’t be love No No
Woah This can’t be love
Cuz I’m not in love
This isn’t real love
I’m not in love with you
This isn’t really love
This isn’t really love
This isn’t really love
Falling in love is like
Falling down a flight of stairs
That’s not something I want to share, it’s true
And I ain’t gonna share it with you
Cuz there’s sharks and there’s minnows
And I’m a shark, baby
Won’t swim in circles
And I’ll take down anybody
Said I’ll take down anybody
But oh No Woah No
This love we have is just a mirage
It’s lust disguised in ovarian camouflage
I ain’t got faith in the stars above
Cause I can’t be yours
And this just can’t be
No this just can’t be love
Woah This can’t be love No No
Woah This can’t be love
Cuz I’m not in love
This isn’t real love
I’m not in love with you
This isn’t really love
This isn’t really love
This isn’t really love
Say what you want but don’t forget
I’ll rip you off like nicorette
Say what you want but don’t forget
I’ll rip you off like nicorette
Say what you want but don’t forget
I’ll rip you off like nicorette
Say what you want but don’t forget
I’ll rip you off like nicorette
Say what you want but don’t forget
I’ll rip you off like nicorette
Say what you want but don’t forget
I’ll rip you off like nicorette
Yeah yeah!
The Fever Age
Chris Reiswig
I am the self-fulfilling prophecy
That you hold in too tight
Cause everybody’s got something that’s waiting to be seen
Is it drawn to the light?
Is it drawn to the light…
Out where the Ambien Animatronics
All come out to march
Is where we play circle-the-drain
Or an existence that’s penciled in ash
To me it’s all the same
To me it’s all the same . . .
Charlie hears the angels sing
He cuts his teeth in marketing
It’s all for sale
Yes it’s all for sale
It’s all for sale
Yes it’s all for sale
The runners will stay in shape
The legless one will just shake their chains
Again
Bitter Alice lives her life
With a heart on hold
She won’t be bought or sold
Cause she ain’t getting old
She won’t be bought or sold
Cause we ain’t growing old
She’s in love with steel kisses, silver tongues,
And promises of hearts of gold
Are you worn out?
Cut down to size?
Having fun now?
The Fever Age clings to the alive
The Radiating Woman soon finds herself
Falling into a sort of hedonistic bliss
Fed only on malnutritioned lullabies of yesterday
She holds on to this wildfire
This flame she held was an immediate sensation
One both novel and pure
“No more burden to burn” she told herself
“No more burden to burn”
This was a pride that refused to be burnt down to the floor
A hole was made but an ember empire soon surfased
Pick and scrape
The sickly shapes
Til the dusted teardrops
They all melted away
Take me home
That’s where I want to stay
That’s where I should be can you take me there
Please take me home
Your next great escape is hiding from you
Out in the Great Plains
A pained paradise stands still
So find a bulletproof vest
That you can call your own
I’ll wait for you
If you’ll wait for me in the Fever Age
please take me home
please take me home
please take me home
please take me home
please take me home
please take me home
please take me home
please take me home
Shimmer
Chris Reiswig
I’ve only been as good as my last rhyme
Can you tell you’re what’s on my mind?
Down where the lights cry out
Between gates of the countless
Weightless nightbirds
How they
Hide the stars that have fallen apart
The brightest glow is where the darkness grows
Yeah they cherish their new hope
They carry the echo
Endlessly
Plain enough to see
Until my voice is broken
These will be my words
I want a light to shine down
This feeling inside can’t wait to be heard
These are the days where you age as fast as you can run
You used to say
“What falls under the sun
Just always ends up becoming the prey”
And I know you laughed about it
But I know you think about it, you still
Run your gums about catching up with old chums
When they don’t even think about you anyway
You can either stay here or go back to the home
Where pictures get torn up
But I don’t think
That’s your place to stay
Until my voice is broken
These will be my words
I want a light to shine down
This feeling inside can’t wait to be heard
Your body breathes loud
But your lips they move a whisper
I promise you
I’m still right here
Your body breathes loud
But your lips they move a whisper
I promise you
I’m still right here
Paper Trails
Chris Reiswig
Saturday night
Marked the end of our spell
The notes were all scripted
If you couldn’t tell
The newspaper’s always ready and true
The paper cuts both me and you
I’m standing here
Could you spare me a light?
Cut me some slack
Don’t make me ask twice
I’ll trace it back
All to no avail
I’m folding in to your paper trails
Sketch me in and cut me out
Sketch me in and cut me out
Cash a check and spiral out
Sketch me in and cut me out
The pen spins and cries tears of rage
The pen spins and cries tears of rage
Leave a little room for the ink to creep in
Leave a little room for the ink to creep in
Between the cut marks
Where the river flows
I’ll follow it down
To where your daydream goes
All I collect at the end of the month
Is your vast collection of papercuts
So sketch me in and cut me out
Sketch me in and cut me out
Cash that check
Spiral out
Sketch me
Sketch me
A hole in the wallet
Is a hole in the heart
A hole in the wallet
Is a hole in the heart
Never gave me anything
That I could keep
All that you gave to me
Was a kick in the fucking teeth
Sketch me in and cut me out
Sketch me in and cut me out
Sketch me in and cut me out
Sketch me in and cut me out
(Why can’t money be forever)
(Why can’t money be forever)
Money printer
Stuff your pockets with pride
Money printer
Take your profits and hide
Sketch me in and cut me out
Sketch me in and cut me out
Travel Sequence
Chris Reiswig
I know it’s seamless
But I’m having some second thoughts
I know it’s seamless
But I’m having some second thoughts
All our colors
Tilting soft and
Fading
All bleed into one
With Romanal love affairs
And rose coloured effigies
Wrapping all around
In Stereophonic sound
Forever
There’s importance to a man
Who’s all self-made
But the car crash still
Separates the waves
There’s something to the man
Who always finds himself delayed
In spite of
This fire
‘Til we get our endless satisfactions
This fire
It sings
Like a bird without wings
It’s no use complaining
If we all
Return as ghosts
I know I’ve seen this
But I’ll give it another shot
I know I’ve seen this
But I’ll give it another shot
All our colors
Tilting soft and
Fading
All bleed into one
With Romanal love affairs
And rose coloured effigies
Wrapping all around
In stereophonic sound
Forever
In spite of
This fire
In spite of
This fire
It sings
Like a bird without wings
It’s no use complaining
If we all go
Idle Mind
Chris Reiswig
I’ve got an idle mind
An idle mind
But I don’t mind
I heard a word about
Some shelter singing
“Wouldn’t you rather trade
A headful of thoughts for a heavy cup of change?”
I have seen the seasons roll out
Under the sky upon my windshield fading
But my clouds are standing still
Cause I have seen them
Come a little closer
I left them behind
Yeah I left them all behind
This body holds me
Not for very much longer
All compartmentalized
Girl, you need a change of mind
I don’t mind
An idle mind
Yes, I don’t mind
Baby, I don’t mind
That I’ll waste my time with you
If you want me to
I’ll waste my time with you
Got me some lazy luck
That’s floating me along
With liquid confidence
I’ve looked to the skies and seen crumbling stars
I’ve seen broken men who’ve travelled far
Give a victory march
So let out the rabid dogs and you can see them
All burn a little brighter
Destroying themselves in their own suns
All just walking atom bombs
Or else filed in
Like Terracotta soldiers
But in the back of the line
There was one they could not find
And I
I’d rather be, I’d rather be
I’d rather be
The soil left growing
Underneath the stone
I’ve got an idle mind
An idle mind
But I don’t mind
Baby, I don’t mind
That I’ll waste my time with you
If you want me to
I’ll waste my time with you
The Joy of Ulterior Motives
Chris Reiswig
If I held you into the dark
Would it be a compliment?
If this is with me
Please tell me it’s getting you too
Check your front door
And lock it
Hide your jugular in your back pocket
I’ve got this feeling I just cannot shake
That I’m being fed like a rat to a snake
So you can run, you can hide
You can run your mouth and lie
You’ll meet your maker in the end
Ponzi schemes and mondegreens
Won’t keep you sheltered from your stormy weather
We’re tied to these blood red handcuffs
We’re bound by this bright red chain
One of us can try to look so tough
When we’re both blinded by these chains
This one started off as a duet
But a few pages got lost along the way
This heat here’s getting a little heavier now
But remember these shackles
They give off a rattle
A sneaking suspicion
Might give you a God-on-Demand
To justify your singing
About coming undone
Silver hides the lying tongue
But even the Rio Grande
Can’t hide shaking hands
So you can run, you can hide
You can run your mouth and lie
You’ll meet your maker in the end
Forgotten kings and frilly things
Are all left lying naked in the sand
We’re tied to these blood red handcuffs
We’re bound by this bright red chain
One of us can try and look so tough
When we’re both blinded by chains
We’re tied to these blood red handcuffs
We’re bound by that bright red chain
One of us can try and look so tough
We’re blinded
We’re blinded
I know that you know pride comes before the fall
This Must Be The End
Chris Reiswig
The sun lowers down
On my city that sleeps
Pack it in a box
Your thoughts are going home
A full tank of gas
On an empty heart
Let’s leave our shadows
Underneath the freeway
Oh, those folk back home
They hide their smiles from the cold
It’s getting old
So I think I’m going where
Clouds won’t hang in the air
"And I looked!"
He’s nowhere to be found
“Yeah he was gone!
"He was gone!"
"He was gone!”
No more
No more pushing my heart around
All the sullen maids
Faces wet with rain
They’re all clutching on
Onto their hand-grenades
The hometown heroes
Are all left to theorize
What will happen
After the sunrise
If there’s a heaven
I’ll stand exactly where I am
When this song’s over
Will it just happen again?
I’m telling you my friend
That by now there’s no time to make amends
More than a passing trend
This must be the end
Cuz it’s chocolate bars or sashimi
Or else it’s caffeine trips and misery
And it gets so old
This fuel I’ve held was meant to burn
Even the waves that are made of Ether
Will crash back into the sea
Eventually
"And I looked!"
He’s nowhere to be found
“Yeah he was gone!
"He was gone!"
I was gone
No more
No more pushing me ‘round
All the sullen maids
Faces wet with rain
They’re all clutching on
Onto their hand-grenades
The hometown heroes
Are all left to theorize
What will happen
After the sunrise
If there’s a heaven
I’ll stand exactly where I am
When this song’s over
Will it just happen again?
I’m telling you my friend
That by now there’s no time to make amends
More than a passing trend
If the pathway narrows
You might get flowers in your hair
You have to shout through the city
Pushing echoes cross the hall
Shout through the city
Pushing echoes cross the hall
Shout through the city
Pushing echoes cross the hall
THESE ARE THE SOUNDS OF THE LIVING!!
You have to shout through the city
Pushing echoes cross the hall
Shout through the city
Pushing echoes cross the hall
Shout through the city
Pushing echoes cross the hall
THESE ARE THE SOUNDS OF THE LIVING!!
So what do you wanna be?
All the sullen maids
Faces wet with rain
They’re all clutching on
Onto their hand-grenades
The hometown heroes
Are all left to theorize
What will happen
After the sunrise
If there’s a heaven
I’ll stand exactly where I am
I will help myself
If it’ll happen again
I’m telling you my friend
That by now there’s no time to make amends
More than a passing trend
This must be the end
It was unreal finally seeing people’s reactions to these songs that I have been working on for years. I’m glad you had fun & I’ll see you at the next show!
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