1. |
Sleepyhead
02:39
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Wake up go back to bed
Close the curtain
Withdraw instead
Recovering sleepyhead
The night fills me with terror
The days with dread
But I'm not really trying
I hide my face
Prefer the quiet
Been this way since
My first memory
Look away look right at me
What I want is so deceiving
Cause I am way too young for this
Blur a boundary fall in the abyss
It sucked me right in
But part of me is glad it did
It's a black hole but a blank canvas
Cause I am way to young for this yeah
I should learn a different language yeah
I should become someone else
Develop a sense of self
Cause I am way to young for this yeah
Body aches like I'm ancient yeah
I should become someone else
Develop a sense of self
Cause I am way too young for this
Blur a boundary fall in the abyss
It sucked me right in
But part of me is glad it did
It's a black hole but a blank canvas
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2. |
Townie
04:08
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I'm moving back to my
College town where no one
Is gonna recognize me
I'm too old now
I know you're graduating
And part of me is starved
To see your face
At the Hannafords
I know it's quite unlikely
For our paths to cross
When they once so naturally
Overlapped a lot
I never really thought
That phone call
Would be the last time we talked
Now I'm just a townie
Writing songs
About trains from Poughkeepsie
You'll move on somewhere
To make a living
In a bigger city
No I'm not retrogressing
But every time I walk by
That old movie theater
I am caught by surprise
And I wonder how much time
In between
Since they've changed the sign
It's not empty
There's a dive bar inside
Order anything
Get hit on for the same price
Yeah it's lacking atmosphere
There's way worse things
Then friendly cashiers
Now I'm just a townie
Writing songs
About trains from Poughkeepsie
You'll move on somewhere
To make a living
In a bigger city
There's so much in my reach
This is more than a retreat
From corridors and skyscrapers and busy streets
There's so much I'm seeking
I'll find it on some mountain peak
Clinging to that feeling of belonging
Cause now I'm just a townie
Now I'm just a townie
Writing songs
About trains from Poughkeepsie
You'll move on somewhere
To make a living
Now I'm just a townie
Walking along the bays of Tivoli
The river carving out across the valley
Seamlessly
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3. |
Goonies
03:45
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Color coded boredom
Walking home from school
Cut through the goonies
Makes you feel cool
It's a state of mind
An escape act
When you feel like
No one understands
Bring me back to the pavement
Streets lined with ivy and gas lamps
We do the very best that we can
You're more than dramatic
You've got a lot going on
Your parents they do that thing
Where they promise
They won't fuck you up
And they mostly don't
Except now and then
When they talk you like
You're their friend
Bring me back to the pavement
Streets lined with ivy and gas lamps
We do the very best that we can
Take it for granted
You're not still a little kid
Can't shut it out again
It all comes flooding in
The green of suburban
Adolescence
Bring me back to the pavement
Streets lined with ivy and gas lamps
We do the very best that we can
Bring me back to the pavement
Streets lined with ivy and gas lamps
We do the very best that we can
In our circumstances
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4. |
Retirement
03:36
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I don't wanna be sick
To my stomach
Every time I think I see your car
Drive past with the windows down
The AC on
Blowing your hair wild
Cause it smells like
Your dad's old cigars
That thing needs to be retired
It's blowing fumes
And it's a hundred thousand miles past due
Put on your tie and suit
To say adieu
We've got a funeral to get to
Farewells aren't my best attribute
I don't wanna forget
When we first met
It's funny to think who we were back then
You were drinking for two alone
To fill your soul
With something you can't pay for
I guess offered you a little more
I need an insurance plan
A security deposit
Lock and key just where we found it
Bittersweet safe in our pockets
I don't need a grandstand
Gestures that lack a meaning
Maybe it's cause I'm a cynic
I want a return policy
Give me an estimated lifespan
An ending that won't creep in
Not sure where this one began
Or if it's still beginning
Who's got liability
If you walk away from me
You know that I'll take my chances
But there no guarantee
I don't wanna regret
The things unsaid
I don't wanna hold back
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5. |
The Big Splash
01:22
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Buried under pillows
Piled high as towers
And I'd wait
To feel the weight
Under every cushion
I could spend the hours
What a game
We would play
When did I learn to take
The big splash
Unafraid of what may
Happen next
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6. |
Beige Paint
05:57
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I'm afraid of everything
A particle invisible
I guess I should
Count my blessings
I'm lucky to have
These four walls
They keep me safe
But I've learned to hate
Beige paint
There must be something
I could trade
Without taking away
What I've gained
Snow fall like a blanket
Cover me up
I can take it
Hate to break it
We don't make it
To the other side
Safe
Everything feels so alien
The sky above, my own skin
Can't recognize my only friend
But in the mirror
She takes my hand
Scared to be alone again
Tunnel vision
Setting in
I'm my own worst weapon
Wish I could
Cease and desist
Snow fall
From my window
This isn't living
It's survival
Of the fittest
Wish for a witness
But he's a no show
Offering false deliverance
No I'm not a pessimist
Or the least little bit depressed
I just can't quite get a grip
Of all of me that's left
Wish I was invincible
Instead I'm scared of my own shadow
But there's so much comfort
In illusions of control
So I watch the snow melt
In the distance
Waking up to
Something different
It doesn't feel good
No not quite yet
But I know that
Every moment passes
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7. |
Work Ethic
02:01
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When the doctor took my pulse he said
"I can't feel anything"
It's slightly concerning
But your heart it barely beats
I went and shook my head and said
In the grand scheme of things
I'm not the walking dead
I'm alive as you can see
He asked what have I been eating
Lots of leafy greens?
Your cells are have work ethic
But perhaps you're not trying
To realize your full potential
You might as well be buried now
If you don't do what you came here for
You're better off deep in the ground
And then it becomes a matter of
All the people you let down
So you're stuck in that in between
Rocks and stones weighing you down
In that cavern between your shoulders
Where that beating thing should be found
I know there's way more deep inside you
But it's no use to bring it out
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8. |
Dogs In Heaven
05:27
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Carpet on a wood floor
Was the ceiling this close before
Lying side by side by the closet door
We listened to the shallow sounds
Of our own breath inhale and out
And I confess I've never been so happy
Even now
I don't believe in chance encounters
You and I were meant
To be together
It was already planned
I always knew this day would come
Seven does not add up to one
Now I'm faced with what I have always known
Your time might be up but I have more to go
I don't believe in chance encounters
You and I were meant
To be together
It was already planned
Even then
So I'll write a song
For all the dead dogs
I've ever met
And when it's time for me
They'll make room right beside them
And I don't believe in chance encounters
You and I were meant
To be together
It was already planned
And every thought that crossed my mind
I knew he heard it in his own head
Even then
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9. |
Anti-Gravity Machine
03:46
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You used to sing my name
Like Madaluska Llama
You are the little baby girl
The one we tried so hard for
Now I can be your mama
And you'll be in our arms forever more
Daddy would say
Back when I was your age
We'd play outside until the end of day
And at night all we'd need
Was a mattress and a frame
To build an anti-gravity machine
They'll say you're going places
We'd always dreamed you'd go
Don't need galaxies and spaceships
You have all you need to make it home
And now I'm lying wide awake
I know I shouldn't be up this late
I wish I could hear you say
Your eyes don't have to fight your brain
Somethings definitely change
Others may stay the same like
We're not going anywhere
We're not going anywhere
We're not going anywhere
We're not going anywhere
We're not going anywhere
We're not going anywhere
Anywhere
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10. |
Blue Light
03:12
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I keep thinking there's meaning
In those littlest things
The world is quickly shrinking
Right in front of me
I'm not one for believing
In all the things unseen
But wouldn't it be so easy
To blame it on the galaxies
We've fallen in love with that blue light
We ache for connection
But confuse it with wifi
We hide behind blank screens
To prove our love with likes
Our hearts filled to the brim with gigabytes
Focused on not repeating
What has made you grieve
Staring up at the ceiling
But there's nothing to see
It's all in perceiving
What is real or fantasy
Eyes shut you could be dreaming
Building a new reality
We've fallen in love with that blue light
We ache for connection
But confuse it with wifi
We hide behind blank screens
To prove our love with likes
Our hearts filled to the brim with gigabytes
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Madska Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Madska, adopted from Maddy Rose Weisman's childhood nickname, encapsulates what the band epitomizes: rose-colored lenses for the passage of time, and a reminder of what connects us to each other. Madska’s lyricism touches on nostalgia and soul searching with a hopeful twist. Madska’s sound is introspective & driving, healing but fiery. ... more
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