1. |
The Demolition Business
03:10
|
|||
|
I’m in the demolition business. And I’m good. Real good.
I work from 9 to 5 on Mondays every 10 years or so.
Or any time I need a clean slate and a brand new skin.
And I don’t want to be remembered at all. Not at all.
I don’t expect to make a profit, I just do it for a change.
They say it’s not in my best interest but it works awful well.
Because I don’t deal with brick and mortar.
I blow up soul, flesh and bones.
The real demolition business.
The one within.
I don’t care who I was, don’t care who I am.
Need to get to work on Monday and dynamite the house,
rebuild it from the ground,
taller, stronger, wiser, mightier.
The real demolition business.
|
||||
2. |
Street Fighting 86'
05:43
|
|||
|
God-forsaken seedy corner, wrong side of town.
Racketeering, blazing gunshots and a copper crown.
The only lamp post blew it's light bulb, never been replaced.
Flowers don't grow and tomorrow never really came.
Wounded angels during off hours come to drink and fall.
Evil barkeep, apothecary, pours them neat and tall.
Car abandoned on the sidewalk, model 86'.
Parts been stolen, someone sold them for another fix.
Pimps and hookers hiding bruises, selling meat for cheap.
Starving stray cats howling sorrows to the outlaw moon.
Many crooks here but only one cook, who doesn't like the scheme.
Had a wife once but not enough cash, she ditched him in a blink.
Fallen angel throws a bottle, hits him in the lip.
Butcher knife in hand, he had enough now, Spanish rant begins -
"Puto! Ya tuve demasiado de este trabajo esclavo que me paga centavos. Vuelvo a una casa que esta oscura, cama que esta fria, heladera vacia. Basta! Estoy harto y digo basta. Lo unico que me falta es que me des la lata. Puto! El rollo no es contigo pero igual te castigo. No te metas conmigo."
Street fighting in the corner, wrong side of town.
Street fighting, howling sorrows to the outlaw moon.
|
||||
3. |
No Match
03:52
|
|||
|
Want to live my life just the way that I want.
Want to live my life just the way that I want.
The world is upside down and I’m trying to figure out
why it never matches what I want and what I have?
But tonight we’re gonna do it my way.
Don't wanna work late nights in a bar fixing drinks for Roxanne.
Or clock it 9 to 5 in a job that is dull and it's fake.
The world is upside down and I’m trying to figure out
why it never matches what I want and what I have?
But tonight we’re gonna do it my way.
I don't need fast cars. I don't need a private jet.
I don't need date nights in no fancy restaurant.
Just give my guitar, a girl to sing about,
get me a little drunk, that is such a perfect match.
Tonight we’re gonna do it my way.
|
||||
4. |
Million-Dollar Cab Ride
03:30
|
|||
|
I’ll take a million-dollar cab ride just to sleep with you tonight, love. From the Lower East Side to Istanbul take a million-dollar cab ride. Flying is cheaper and it’s faster but dig the stories from the driver. Five thousand miles in between you and me and stories from the driver. And if you allow me one suggestion, submitting for consideration, 48-hour lockdown in bed just for love and stimulation.
I’ll say it out, say it loud, tell you this could be the night.
We’re out of blue, no more gloom, tell you this could be our night.
We’ll make it right, we’ll make it prime time. We’ll get some olives and a fine wine. Make it two, maybe three, let it rip now. Babe, let’s make it prime time.
I’ll say it out, say it loud, tell you this could be the night.
We’re out of blue, no more gloom, tell you this could be our night.
I’ll take a million-dollar cab ride just to sleep with you tonight, love. From the Lower East Side to Istanbul take a million-dollar cab ride
|
||||
5. |
Lazy Baby
03:29
|
|||
|
I’ll have your back if you go fighting windmills.
I’ll carry the weight from the world off your shoulders.
I will be there even when you don’t notice.
But if you don’t try, what am I to do? What am I to say?
If you give up don't you blame me.
You know theres nobody else just you, baby.
Remember long summer nights talking crazy,
yet they were nothing but words cuz you're lazy.
I’ll hold your hand all the way through the ocean.
But if you don’t try, what am I to do? What am I to say?!
If you give up don't you blame me.
You know theres nobody else just you baby.
Remember long summer nights talking crazy,
yet they were nothing but words cuz you're lazy.
|
||||
6. |
Lullaby
03:31
|
|||
|
Early morning birds sing by my window lullabies of silk and velvet that can make me strong or weak, depending on the weather may come bitter or sweet. Now we're not together and you see, my heart is aching and everything I touch, my love, I break it. If you let me try, this time I really want to make it right.
Golden roses blossom in forgotten corners of my mind and soul. They can make you mine or his, depending on the weather bring me grief or bliss. Now we're not together and you see, my heart is aching and everything I touch, my love, I break it. If you let me try, this time I really want to make it right.
The Moon will be my only witness and alibi. The Wind will tell you with a whisper this is no lie. Want to make you smile all the time. Want to make you proud.
My heart is aching and everything I touch, my love, I break it. If you let me try, this time I really want to make it right.
|
||||
7. |
Blue Whale
06:47
|
|||
|
Last night lost the fight once again.
I fight to conquer myself.
I've been failing.
Overthrown by the demons within.
Who inhabits my skin?
Who moves my lips?
Slip away, I’m never gonna give you up.
Never gonna give you up.
The Sun peaking high in the sky
As I lay in the dark,
In mud I wallow.
Going mad, feel my trembling hands
piling cigarette butts.
In mud I wallow.
Slip away, I’m never gonna give you up.
Never gonna give you up.
You better take a good look.
I dare you, take a good look.
Enemy is not outside.
Last night lost the fight once again.
I fight to conquer myself.
Gotta keep trying.
Just gotta keep trying.
|
||||
If you like Alejandro Meola, you may also like:
Classic emo sing-a-longs trade blows with tormented post-hardcore passages on the Brooklyn outfit's powerful sophomore LP.
go to album
Friend of a Friend
by Katie Morey
A new EP from Rochester’s Katie Morey runs the spectrum from ’60s girl-group to bubbling exotica.
go to album
Charmingly rickety lo-fi guitar pop songs that combine an ear for hooks with a no-frills approach.
go to album
STYROFOAM WINOS "S/T"
by Styrofoam Winos
This Nashville trio make ultra-catchy indie rock (in the '90s sense of the term) with taut musicianship and a freewheeling spirit.
go to album
This Philadelphia act is a revelation: barnstorming songs that thunder and howl, full of tension and manic energy.
go to album
Introspective bedroom pop with a literary-narrative bent, touching the mundane horrors of everyday life.
go to album
Dancing On Soda Lake
by Wren Kitz
The latest from Wren Kitz, on the always-great NNA Tapes, is a study in minimalism, with barely-there guitars and hushed vocals.
go to album
