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Joshin'
01:35
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Always baby, I'll be waiting for you to cross my mind
The hazy daydreams rarely phase me
Like times when you could still smile
I've been picking
Planning
Pleading
That we could get away for a while
Well im being honest you've got away with
Words beyond reproach here and now lies all my hopes
So please stop lying
Ive been trying and you've been doing this all night
And i'm being honest you've got away with words beyond reproach
Go on and give up the joke
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Chatterbox
02:33
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Let's take a walk
All around the block
Pull up your socks kid
You've got such potential
But loving you is detrimental
To my progress give it a rest
Have you ever slept
On feeling like I'm the one for you
you know I never felt it to
And I don't get it nor claim I do
Well ill move so far from here in the end
Ill drown you in the tide I send
Lets stop this talk
You've got the spot
And you know the cost
There's nothing quite like feeling blue
I just cant wait for someone who
Will never get it or try hard to
So ill steer so fucking clear from you then
I found you but you're gone again
And soon you'll take comfort in the poems you compose
While I'm wishing I could solve all the riddles they propose
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3. |
Debt (Friends)
03:05
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I have a friend I barely know
He wakes and off to work he goes
I love the light he rarely shows
I hope he knows but I'd bet he don't
You're gone again
You're gonna get
Inside my head
Inside my head
Reborn regret
Move through the wreck
We're born in debt
We're born dead
But it feels to me a bit contrived
The way you push yourself to lie
To me and to all of our friends
Lets face it now we owe it to them
You're gone again
You're gonna get
Inside my head
Inside my head
Reborn regret
Move through the wreck
Were born in debt
Were born dead
So don't fall for games
You'll never come back down my way
Go for the win
You're clever but it's not working
You're gone again
You're gonna get
Inside my head
Inside my head
You're worn
You're spent
You lose respect
The sun has set
The moon is red
I'd like to have a hand be lent
But I'm broken I cant be fixed
Lets hear it then for all those friends
How I love them
Yet I loathe them
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4. |
Let You In
03:12
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I'll see you out on a Friday night
I wanna go home
You'll never be mine
And if there is a chance to catch your ear
I ask if you're okay and calm your fears
But you act as if you don't see me
And may I add you play the part to a tee
So what choice is there in life
When you cant help a friend right in front of your eyes
Well I've been thinking
And I've been drinking
Is this all that I will be
Do I seem pathetic
Can we talk about it
Just don't let me lose my speed
Its never coming on
And if its going on
It best be coming off.
So now and then I let you in
But its never your fault so ill be leaving
I wish that we could talk we never really talk
Ill measure out the cost
Ill cut out all the loss
Is that what you need from me
Its been a long time since your love has been seen
Its never coming on
And if its going on
It best be coming off
But its never going off
Well I've been drinking and I've been thinking
Is this all that I will be
Do I seem pathetic can we talk about it
Just don't leave me on my knees
I sit by the phone now
I sing till I blow out
Going west to end up east
And if you want me reach out and grab me
You've got all that you will need.
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Get it out your head you idiot kid
There's things you never said
And things you never did
But that's all cool with me
As long as you get by
But if you've got regrets
Don't ask me why
And then you saw your friends
You said it brought you back to reality
Does that mean with me it feels unreal
I'm real ill
And every night Ill sit and sigh
And realize that I don't deserve you my love
Well it ain't right
And soon in time
You'll see that what you do for me
is null and void.
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