Sum Kinda Golden Age

by Burywood

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1.
I know very well... I know very well... We’ll never have... We’ll never have... Now you know what to expect... Now you know what to expect...
2.
Little girl you’ve lost your charm But there’s no cause for alarm You’ve got the others around your finger. Lovely tricks don’t work on me And I think you would agree There’s something horrid coming over me. Keep that same old stare I had the same one once when I didn’t care about dead oceans coming apart Better times are already dead Festering in your head I felt defeated listening to Velvet Underground on the drive home Knowing I was alone Crossing the vacuum drawn out before me Destroy that same old stare See all the pieces so neatly scattered everywhere Upon dead oceans coming apart x2 Destroy that same old stare...
3.
C.B.F.C. 05:09
Come back from Chicago... Come back from Chicago... I know I’ve been A shitty friend And days get bitter With each that ends. Come back from Chicago... Come back from Chicago... I said we’d crawl I meant it all And I admit that progress Has sometimes stalled. I wish I could Go it on my own In love with life That sleeps alone Oh no... I watch all my friends go I watch them all go Just to breathe ain’t a reason for me I feel like I gotta know And broken glass on the bedroom floor Shards in the sheets The fibers knit til the flesh gets sore Who knows if I’ll ever sleep? Come back from Chicago...
4.
Is it a dream? Will it ever come? Some kind of golden age... Some kind of golden age... Hung out to dry Left with stupid songs Some kind of golden age... Some kind of golden age... Things stop making sense And I wanna die, yea I just wish I’d die
5.
Bile kaleidoscopes and not much else Voiding the psychotropics and left in hell Older than I’d like to be And I’m not young Oh no no no Colder than I’d like to be Not having fun Oh no no no Bile kaleidoscopes and not much else Voiding the psychedelics but left in hell Older than I’d like to be But I’m not young Oh no no no Oh no no no No no no
6.
The city wants to banish me now For saying all the unsaids out loud Oh my raccoon I will stay true to you The silver screen is all I see now A human face at frame-rates unsound But when you see it move A film you’ve walked into But can’t get out... Oh my raccoon I will always stay incidentally true to you
7.
Green bottles take care... Green bottles take care... It’s alright to talk about Is it always sumthin else? It’s alright to talk about Is it always sumthin else? Green bottles gone south... Green bottles gone south... It’s alright to talk about Is it always sumthin else? It’s alright to talk about Is it always sumthin else?
8.
Latenight 02:38
Of all the things it couldn’t be It couldn’t be more plain to me This writhing mass that makes me breathe Will someday cease Oh... They say old ways are hard to beat These nihilistic tendencies They just distract me from the truth of you Oh my love... Oh my love... Oh my love...
9.
Sumthin Else 02:47
You’re trying too hard You’ll always write another one The fiction will free you from yourself You run in circles all night long But without a song You’re trying your best to believe You’ll look back And you’ll know why... All you high school girls You’ve always been a part of me And sometimes I dream you back to life Back to a time when I believed in destiny Safe from the future for all time I believe in time that Sumthin else is waiting for me Yea sumthin else is waiting out...
10.
Everyone is so eager to make me Their personal success story But I won’t let em make A mess outta me You don’t need to make somebody else believe A crackling sun that never sears me A bright flash bulb that never breaks Beneath my feet Sumthin I think I need To make myself free You don’t need to make somebody else believe Oh no no no no no You don’t need to make somebody else believe In love songs In this never-ending telethon You’re never getting what you want Enough of day dreams That this long night is gonna pass And Sum Kinda Golden Age Will come... Everyone is so eager to make me Their personal success story But I won’t let em make A mess outta me You don’t need to make somebody else believe
11.
I swam with my friends In water deep and black The shock made me new I felt the heat burn bright And for a time I felt as though The water fed off me A source of blinding heat A fire in a sea It’s gone... It all makes a lot of sense Statues and monuments Your likeness out of stone Sadder than I’ve ever known So keep the cold off me Keep the coat on me on me x2 Don’t wanna die...x4 So keep the cold off me Keep the coat on me on me...
12.
I felt a change come over me Something so strange came flawlessly Through the blinding fog of routine days And here it stays... Well I felt indifference start to creep away Replaced by the urgency of things not made I felt the flawless change come over me I felt the flawless change come over me And here it stays... And here it stays... I felt the cold I felt the rain I saw a future full of shame I saw his ashes still the same And I felt the flawless change come over me I felt the flawless change come over me...
13.
It’s never gonna come You’re just one failure away Often it seems like no excuse It’s just I crawled all this way Small victories that made you feel of use Hoarding praise in hopes to hide the truth You’re the patron saint of nothing Soul ground in the dust This golden age will never come It’s just a lie you always hoped you would outrun The ruin of your past stretches on as far as you can bear to see

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All songs recorded and mixed by Philip Woodbury, 2009-20012.

Mastered by Evan Kaspar.

Artwork by Rachel Deng. Photos courtesy of the Library of Congress.

Dedicated to Phil Aulie.

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released October 16, 2012

All tracks recorded by Philip Woodbury, with the exception of the guitar solos on track 1, which were played by Matt Hudson.

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