Friday, August 19, 2011

Tim Blood - Summer of Our Discontent Lyrics

1. South Dakota
- Words by B. Leach

I drove to South Dakota, just to see if it really existed.
I had a lot of preconceptions like the people would be more real.
I would finally meet a person who understood how I feel and
no one had all of these bullshit expectations.

All luck is stuff and there is no such thing as fucked up

When I got there the air felt really stale.
The lake was overflowing with capsized, bug-eyed fish.
I couldn't find a motel that took out of state checks,
so I stole a bottle of Robitussin and tried to get wrecked.

Is this 1984 or am I just bored?

2. Moby

Cracked windows and moldy sinks, no heat because I'm too cheap.
If it's too cold to stay warm then it's too cold to think.
I don't want to live here anymore, but
I will work real hard and smile everyday
because I know that pretty soon I'll go away.

My neighbors are locked out without their keys.
Stop smoking cigarettes in my apartment please.
The cops came over and they woke me up.
I don't want to live here anymore, but
I will work real hard and smile everyday, but
only because I know that pretty soon I'll go away.
Sometimes I get nervous and think I should stay, but
that is not how I am feeling today.

I don't think that one person was meant to stay in one place for so long,
so let's get out of here while we still have the chance.
Let us let the whole town how that we hate this town.
We hate this town.

3. Ian's Song Part Two

We met when I started smoking cigarettes.
I'd just moved to a city with no regrets.
I don't know, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.
We ate pastries in a parking lot.
We rode our bikes after dark.
I climbed a tree to catch a kite and
pissed in the street at midnite.
We threw bricks at passing cars and were arrested a few hours later.
Any feeling I've ever felt is all ready articulated by someone else.

4. Jail

Things weren't so bad, I guess, but
when I got out of jail I was feeling depressed, so
I stuffed my fists into my pockets and
walked six blocks to your house, but
I just sat on the sidewalk and spit in the street.
I never knocked on the door or tried to go inside, and
I still don't know what I'm supposed to do.

I decided to leave the West without any sense of purpose.
I got onto a Greyhound bus and sat next to people I didn't trust.

5. Trampoline

No one's home, I lost my phone, so
I decided to roam the streets,
avoiding cop cars, traffic lights, and
strangers in the night.

Sleep at a library, eat at a hospital,
eat ouf of a dumpster, sleep on a park bench,
being homeless is easy.

I want a trampoline, and a book to read, and a cookie.

I woke up on the sidewalk outside of your house.
I called your name and threw up blood, and
a couple of my teeth fell out.

How can I afford to write when I can't afford to eat, or turn even on the heat?

I want a trampoline, and a book to read, and a cookie.

6. Orange

These are our favorite places:
gas stations, grocery stores, and
all night diners,

where we can smoke cigarettes, and
where we can drink hot chocolate, and
where we can hide from our parents, and
where we can hide from the cops.

I am seventeen years old
and I woke up one day and knew I had to go,

where I could hide from my family, and
where I could hide from the cops, and
where I could hide for eternity.

We traverse the Pacific Northwest's
wetlands and forests.
We go to Safeway at dawn, and
storm the front doors.

7. Monster
N/A

8. Summer School

I can't wait to meet you at summer school.
You'll wear flip flops and I'll wear cut offs.
The time after class can't pass slow enough
because time with you can't last long enough.

I can't wait to see you at the swimming pool.
You in a bikini and me in a speedo.
The time at the pool can't pass slow enough
because time with you can't last long enough.

I fell in love with you when we were in summer school.
I fell in love with you when we were still so cool.

We both like ice cream and lemonade.
We hate our jobs, but need to get paid.
The time after work can't pass slow enough
because time with you can't last long enough.

It's not a date unless we're chased by the cops.
We aren't in love unless we get caught.
The time in jail was much too much, so
let's break up.

9. Blue Suitcase

Everything that I own can fit inside my little blue suitcase
except for the fifteen books stacked against he wall.
I am moving in three months, on my own, on a bus, and
I get sick to my stomach when I think about it.

Now that you're back in town
I'm sure we'll see each other around.

Do you have any idea how much I'd lose my shit,
if you asked me to stay and hang out?
We could get married and move into your mom's house.
You could cut my hair and I'd bake you bread while you're at class.

Now that you're back in town
I'm sure we'll see each other around.

I still have a photograph from that nite
that we stole a toilet from downtown.
We drove it to your house,
you prolly don't remember.
we painted it red and yellow.
We left it at the park.
You were wearing a blue dress.

10. Summer Part Two

If I had my way we'd eat pumpkin every nite, and
play a round of badminton before we say goodbye.
Sunbathe in a sandtrap and swim in a hotel.
It is the summertime and I love the sun.

Skateboard through the streets,
sorry that there's no beach.
Make best friends with everyone you meet.

Tie a printer to the back of Peter's van
Lite it on fire as we drive to Pullman.
Through it off a building.
Let's go for a swim.
It is the summertime and I love the sun.

I just hope that I don't get arrested again.
Hanging out with all of my best friends.

11. I Hate My Friends

In the summer we played baseball.
You hit the ball right in my eye and
I was hospitalized.
You tried to kill me and nearly succeeded.
How do you sleep at nite knowing
you made a young kid blind?
In the library, you read out loud.
We learn from forbidden books, knowing your father would disapprove

It's never a good idea to make new friends.
Life is at its best when it's spent alone.

In October, on a park bench,
we crush leaves beneath our feet and
watch people walk down the street.
In November, we took a walk.
I slipped on the ice and we were still being nice.
But in December, it's all over.

Life is at its best when it's spent alone.
Don't expect someone to make you feel at home.
It's always a bad idea to make new friends.
Before you realize it everything ends.

I wrote all of these except for the first and seventh songs. If you have any questions don't hesitate to ask. If you want them taken down just e-mail me.

4 comments:

  1. Did you change the chorus because people thought it didn't made sense, or does it not make sense because you've been singing "All luck is stuff"? The original lyric was "All luck is tough, there's no such thing as fucked up." Either way, whateverrrrr! R.I.P.!!!!!!! -Bethany

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  2. What I think happened is I typed it incorrectly.

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  3. it's not too late to correct it!

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  4. The band is over, dude. Let it go.

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