We're lucky that, we're lucky that we slept
Didn't seem like we realized we'd be stuck in traffic
We're that lucky we slept
Not to be confused the points from the purpose
We're lucky that,
We're lucky that we're so capable to forget.
How lucky we are, that we are, so easy, so easy to forget
How often we become susceptible to regret, I do regret.
How often we are confused. How honestly we have tried but we'll forget
We have designed, have designed, have designed more unusual things as yet
How often we are confused
How honestly we have tried but will forget, we'll forget.
Modest Mouse - Strangers To Ourselves Album Lyrics
Modest Mouse - Strangers To Ourselves Lyrics
Writer: ERIC JUDY, ISAAC BROCK, JEREMIAH GREEN, LISA MOLINARO, RUSSELL HIGBEE, TOM PELOSO
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lampshades On Fire
Mmm buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh-duh-dah
Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh-duh-dah
We're all goin', we're all goin'
Well, the lampshade's on fire when the lights go out
The room lit up and we ran about
Well, this is what I really call a party now
Packed up our cars, moved to the next town
Well, the lampshades's on fire when the lights go out
This is what I really call a party now
Well, fear makes us really, really run around
This one's done so where to now?
Our eyes light up, we have no shame at all
Well you all know what I'm talking' about
Shaved off my eyebrows when I fall to the ground
So I can't look surprised right now
Pack up again, head to the next place
Where we'll make the same mistakes
Burn it up, or just chop it down
Ah, this one's done so where to now?
Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh-duh-dah
Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh-duh-dah
We're all goin', we're all goin'
Well, the lampshade's on fire when the lights go out
This is what I really call a party now
Well, fear makes us really, really run around
Ah, this one's done so where to now?
Our eyes light up, we have no shame at all
Well, you all know what I'm talkin' about
The room lights up, well, we're still dancing around
We're havin' fun, havin' some for now
Pack up again, head to the next place
Where we'll make the same mistakes
Open one up and let it fall to the ground
Pile out the door when it all runs out
Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh-duh-dah
Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh-duh-dah
We're all goin', we're all goin'
We have spines in our bones
We'll eat your food, we'll throw stones
Oh, this is how it's always gone
And this is how it's goin' to go
Well, we're the human race
We're goin' to party out of this place
And then move on
Tough love
We'll kill you off and then make a clone
Yeah, we got spines, yeah, we have bones
This is how it's always gone
And this is how it's goin' to go
As our feelings are getting hurt
Ah, we want you to do the work
Our ass looks great inside these jeans
Well, we all just don't wanna' clean
Oh, this is how it's always been
And this is how it's goin' to be
So, you just move on
The air's on fire so we're movin' on
Better find another one 'cause this one's done
Waitin' for the magic when the scientists glow
To push, push, push, push, pull us up
Spend some time to float in outer space
Find another planet, make the same mistakes
Our mind's all shattered when we climb aboard
Hopin' for the scientists to find another door
Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh-duh-dah
We're all goin', we're all goin'
Well, the lampshade's on fire when the lights go out
The room lit up and we ran about
Well, this is what I really call a party now
Packed up our cars, moved to the next town
Well, the lampshades's on fire when the lights go out
This is what I really call a party now
Well, fear makes us really, really run around
This one's done so where to now?
Our eyes light up, we have no shame at all
Well you all know what I'm talking' about
Shaved off my eyebrows when I fall to the ground
So I can't look surprised right now
Pack up again, head to the next place
Where we'll make the same mistakes
Burn it up, or just chop it down
Ah, this one's done so where to now?
Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh-duh-dah
Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh-duh-dah
We're all goin', we're all goin'
Well, the lampshade's on fire when the lights go out
This is what I really call a party now
Well, fear makes us really, really run around
Ah, this one's done so where to now?
Our eyes light up, we have no shame at all
Well, you all know what I'm talkin' about
The room lights up, well, we're still dancing around
We're havin' fun, havin' some for now
Pack up again, head to the next place
Where we'll make the same mistakes
Open one up and let it fall to the ground
Pile out the door when it all runs out
Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh-duh-dah
Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh-duh-dah
We're all goin', we're all goin'
We have spines in our bones
We'll eat your food, we'll throw stones
Oh, this is how it's always gone
And this is how it's goin' to go
Well, we're the human race
We're goin' to party out of this place
And then move on
Tough love
We'll kill you off and then make a clone
Yeah, we got spines, yeah, we have bones
This is how it's always gone
And this is how it's goin' to go
As our feelings are getting hurt
Ah, we want you to do the work
Our ass looks great inside these jeans
Well, we all just don't wanna' clean
Oh, this is how it's always been
And this is how it's goin' to be
So, you just move on
The air's on fire so we're movin' on
Better find another one 'cause this one's done
Waitin' for the magic when the scientists glow
To push, push, push, push, pull us up
Spend some time to float in outer space
Find another planet, make the same mistakes
Our mind's all shattered when we climb aboard
Hopin' for the scientists to find another door
Writer: ERIC JUDY, ISAAC BROCK, JEREMIAH GREEN, KIRBY FAIRCHILD, RUSSELL HIGBEE, TOM PELOSO
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music
Shit In Your Cut
I'd hate to be shit in your cut
But the package is gonna be late
I buried it in an abandoned lot
When I was young, this was where I played
I'll go and have fits with my claws
Milk and corn dirt on my face
I'll wait until the hands fall off the clock
Spending dollars at the nickel arcade
I think I'll ride this winter out
I guess we'll ride this winter out
Alone
I ebb from side to side
Pace around the clothes I have laid
Based on the books and clothes on your floor
I don't think that this is even your place
When the doctor finally showed up, oh boy
His front was soaking wet
He said that this should do the trick
We hadn't told him what the problem was yet
It was easier said to spend our stuff
In the windows once again
Open your pockets up and I'll set 'em on the table
Line 'em up and shoo 'em off
Just Hell like a cobweb
And our windows practice folds if they are able
The signs all flicker and buzz all night
Passing by you could hear them say:
"Hey, please won't you just come on in"
Won't you please just go away
This time we'll ride this winter out
I guess we'll ride this winter out
I think we'll ride this winter out
This time we'll ride this winter out
And the strain ain't
In confidence and oh
Everyone needs to go
Don't everyone go
Don't everyone go at once
It's bullshit from the necks of hell
And our mothers sweet around
Soft sticky coal and the ravenous starve the ground
And the strain ain't
In confidence and
Everyone needs to go
Don't everyone go
Don't everyone go at once
Well the strain ain't in confidence
Well the strain ain't in confidence
Don't everyone go
Don't everyone go at once
But the package is gonna be late
I buried it in an abandoned lot
When I was young, this was where I played
I'll go and have fits with my claws
Milk and corn dirt on my face
I'll wait until the hands fall off the clock
Spending dollars at the nickel arcade
I think I'll ride this winter out
I guess we'll ride this winter out
Alone
I ebb from side to side
Pace around the clothes I have laid
Based on the books and clothes on your floor
I don't think that this is even your place
When the doctor finally showed up, oh boy
His front was soaking wet
He said that this should do the trick
We hadn't told him what the problem was yet
It was easier said to spend our stuff
In the windows once again
Open your pockets up and I'll set 'em on the table
Line 'em up and shoo 'em off
Just Hell like a cobweb
And our windows practice folds if they are able
The signs all flicker and buzz all night
Passing by you could hear them say:
"Hey, please won't you just come on in"
Won't you please just go away
This time we'll ride this winter out
I guess we'll ride this winter out
I think we'll ride this winter out
This time we'll ride this winter out
And the strain ain't
In confidence and oh
Everyone needs to go
Don't everyone go
Don't everyone go at once
It's bullshit from the necks of hell
And our mothers sweet around
Soft sticky coal and the ravenous starve the ground
And the strain ain't
In confidence and
Everyone needs to go
Don't everyone go
Don't everyone go at once
Well the strain ain't in confidence
Well the strain ain't in confidence
Don't everyone go
Don't everyone go at once
Writer: ISAAC BROCK, JEREMIAH GREEN, RUSSELL HIGBEE, TOM PELOSO
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Pistol (A. Cunanan, Miami, FL. 1996)
I've got my pistol in the car, uh-huh
I got my stereo in the car, uh-huh
I've got my room key in the car, uh-huh
Why don't you come to my room and clean my pistol, no duh
I maximize my own liasons
I'm going to take it till the taking comes on
I've got my cocaine in the glove box now
The sun roof is down, oh wow
I've got my room key in my pocket and you know
I've got a pistol that I need to unload
I'm going to t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-take you on up, you say what
I'm going to t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-take your shirt right on off
I'm going to zip-zip-zip-zip-zip-zip-zip-zip-zip your pants on down
I'm going to sip-sip-sip-sip-sip from my Royal, Royal, Royal Crown
And we go woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
And we go woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
I got a backpack with some clothes that I could wear to work tomorrow
They won't know-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
That I was up all night not ready for the meeting, oh no
Oh-oh
Got a wallet in my backpack and I think it's mine
But I don't care, you know
Got my backpack with the money got myself a passport
I should probably go
And we go woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
And we go woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
I got my stereo in the car, uh-huh
I've got my room key in the car, uh-huh
Why don't you come to my room and clean my pistol, no duh
I maximize my own liasons
I'm going to take it till the taking comes on
I've got my cocaine in the glove box now
The sun roof is down, oh wow
I've got my room key in my pocket and you know
I've got a pistol that I need to unload
I'm going to t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-take you on up, you say what
I'm going to t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-take your shirt right on off
I'm going to zip-zip-zip-zip-zip-zip-zip-zip-zip your pants on down
I'm going to sip-sip-sip-sip-sip from my Royal, Royal, Royal Crown
And we go woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
And we go woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
I got a backpack with some clothes that I could wear to work tomorrow
They won't know-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
That I was up all night not ready for the meeting, oh no
Oh-oh
Got a wallet in my backpack and I think it's mine
But I don't care, you know
Got my backpack with the money got myself a passport
I should probably go
And we go woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
And we go woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
Writer: ISAAC BROCK, JEREMIAH GREEN, RUSSELL HIGBEE, TOM PELOSO
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Ansel
I took a train down through Mexico
With my father and brother Ansel
You can't know
Well, you can't ever really know
Would you really want to know
How the hell would you know
I made a mess of myself and the trip on the whole
My father's good patience with me, why I don't know
You can't know
You can't ever really know
That's the last time I had seen my brother Ansel
Troubles on the head winds
Troubles on the tail winds
Troubles on the head winds
Troubles on the tail winds
Oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh
Oh, oh oh, oh
Me and my sister we hung on the phone
Watching the news
As they looked for Ansel
On top of that mountain
And underneath the snow
They had dogs that were sniffing
I guess you'll never know
You can't know
You can't ever really know
Would you really want to know
How the hell would you know
You can't know
You can't ever really know
Would you really want to know
How the hell would you know
The last time that you ever see another soul
No, you never get to know
No, you don't know
With my father and brother Ansel
You can't know
Well, you can't ever really know
Would you really want to know
How the hell would you know
I made a mess of myself and the trip on the whole
My father's good patience with me, why I don't know
You can't know
You can't ever really know
That's the last time I had seen my brother Ansel
Troubles on the head winds
Troubles on the tail winds
Troubles on the head winds
Troubles on the tail winds
Oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh
Oh, oh oh, oh
Me and my sister we hung on the phone
Watching the news
As they looked for Ansel
On top of that mountain
And underneath the snow
They had dogs that were sniffing
I guess you'll never know
You can't know
You can't ever really know
Would you really want to know
How the hell would you know
You can't know
You can't ever really know
Would you really want to know
How the hell would you know
The last time that you ever see another soul
No, you never get to know
No, you don't know
Writer: ISAAC BROCK, JEREMIAH GREEN, KIRBY FAIRCHILD, RUSSELL HIGBEE, TOM PELOSO
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Ground Walks With Time In A Box
Open up a window
All the air, all the air is falling out
Eyes vacuum up light
Sound gets trapped by the mouth
What to do with the remainder
When the dents, the dents get hammered out
Then we'll travel through time
The world's an inventor
With its work crawling, running, squirming 'round
Trees drop colorful fruits
Directly into our mouths
The world's an inventor
We're the dirtiest thing it's thought about
And we really don't mind
We'll probably never get there
Bring your sightseers, schoolteachers down
It's a watercolor weekend
All the trees are turning colors now
We'll probably never get there
Bring your candy taster time wasters around
And we'll f*ck with their minds
The world composes
With his shirttails wrinkled, hanging out
Bang us together
See what sort of sounds we make right now
The world plays music
Playing skin on teeth inside of the mouth
What sort of sounds?
What lovely sounds come about?
We greased all the roads
We're floating in the light
We're gonna break these borders
We're gonna move in time
We greased all the roads
We're floating in the light
We're gonna break these borders
We're gonna travel time
We're gonna throw a party
All the ghosts of trees are coming out
Don't move in any direction
Wait until the light's inside of the cloud
You're gonna wanna see this
Don't bring your camera around
Watch sun and sawdust align
We greased all the roads
We're floating in the light
We're gonna break these borders
We're gonna pulse in time
We greased all the roads
We're floating in the light
We're gonna break these borders
We're gonna travel time
Hold up a window
All the air, all the air is falling out
Eyes vacuum up light
Sound gets trapped by the mouth
Our predecessor left this box
And something's clawing around
I think it really wants out
All the air, all the air is falling out
Eyes vacuum up light
Sound gets trapped by the mouth
What to do with the remainder
When the dents, the dents get hammered out
Then we'll travel through time
The world's an inventor
With its work crawling, running, squirming 'round
Trees drop colorful fruits
Directly into our mouths
The world's an inventor
We're the dirtiest thing it's thought about
And we really don't mind
We'll probably never get there
Bring your sightseers, schoolteachers down
It's a watercolor weekend
All the trees are turning colors now
We'll probably never get there
Bring your candy taster time wasters around
And we'll f*ck with their minds
The world composes
With his shirttails wrinkled, hanging out
Bang us together
See what sort of sounds we make right now
The world plays music
Playing skin on teeth inside of the mouth
What sort of sounds?
What lovely sounds come about?
We greased all the roads
We're floating in the light
We're gonna break these borders
We're gonna move in time
We greased all the roads
We're floating in the light
We're gonna break these borders
We're gonna travel time
We're gonna throw a party
All the ghosts of trees are coming out
Don't move in any direction
Wait until the light's inside of the cloud
You're gonna wanna see this
Don't bring your camera around
Watch sun and sawdust align
We greased all the roads
We're floating in the light
We're gonna break these borders
We're gonna pulse in time
We greased all the roads
We're floating in the light
We're gonna break these borders
We're gonna travel time
Hold up a window
All the air, all the air is falling out
Eyes vacuum up light
Sound gets trapped by the mouth
Our predecessor left this box
And something's clawing around
I think it really wants out
Writer: ISAAC BROCK, JEREMIAH GREEN, LISA MOLINARO, RUSSELL HIGBEE, TOM PELOSO
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Coyotes
Coyotes tiptoe in the snow after dark
At home with the ghosts in the national parks
Mankind's behavin' like some serial killers
Giant ol' monsters afraid of the sharks
And we're in love with all of it
And we say, what can we say?
Walking with ghosts in the national parks
Coyotes tiptoe in the snow after dark
And we're in love with all of it
And we say, what can we say?
Another branch on the tinder-bound tree
Birds flying low, looking downwards to feed
Mankind's behavin' like some serial killers
Giant ol' monsters afraid of the sharks
And we're in love with all of it
And we say, what can we say?
And we say, we're in love with all of it
And we say, we're in love with everything
And we say, what can we say?
And we say, we're in love with all of it
And we say, we're in love with everything
And we say, what can we say?
And we say, we're in love with all of it
And we say, we're in love with everything
And we lie, we love to lie
At home with the ghosts in the national parks
Mankind's behavin' like some serial killers
Giant ol' monsters afraid of the sharks
And we're in love with all of it
And we say, what can we say?
Walking with ghosts in the national parks
Coyotes tiptoe in the snow after dark
And we're in love with all of it
And we say, what can we say?
Another branch on the tinder-bound tree
Birds flying low, looking downwards to feed
Mankind's behavin' like some serial killers
Giant ol' monsters afraid of the sharks
And we're in love with all of it
And we say, what can we say?
And we say, we're in love with all of it
And we say, we're in love with everything
And we say, what can we say?
And we say, we're in love with all of it
And we say, we're in love with everything
And we say, what can we say?
And we say, we're in love with all of it
And we say, we're in love with everything
And we lie, we love to lie
Writer: Issac Brock
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Pups To Dust
Our hearts don't change from pups to dust
Couldn't see clearly, but I had a sense of what right and wrong was
Honest to God, I was honest as hell
I don't lie very often, but I lie very well
Give it away, take what you need
Love does not cost money, but it ain't free
We're learning slowly, equal parts of what you do, you don't
We don't remember
We don't remember just how we got here
Equal parts of what we do, we don't
We don't belong here, we were just born here
We remain the same (um, I'm not sure about that)
Or pretty much the same (now that's more like it)
From birth to grave, I couldn't see so clearly what I was or became
Oh I missed a spot (scrubba scrubba scrubba)
On my dirty thoughts
The way we feel about what we do is by who has watched us so
Awe how'd we get here, equal parts of what we do, we don't
We don't remember, we were just born here though
Oh what's the bother, equal parts of what you do, you don't
We don't remember, we were just born here
I feel so anxious, mostly all of the time
If there's some point to this, then which one is mine?
We really don't belong here, we really ought to wander
We really don't belong here, we really ought to wander away
Couldn't see clearly, but I had a sense of what right and wrong was
Honest to God, I was honest as hell
I don't lie very often, but I lie very well
Give it away, take what you need
Love does not cost money, but it ain't free
We're learning slowly, equal parts of what you do, you don't
We don't remember
We don't remember just how we got here
Equal parts of what we do, we don't
We don't belong here, we were just born here
We remain the same (um, I'm not sure about that)
Or pretty much the same (now that's more like it)
From birth to grave, I couldn't see so clearly what I was or became
Oh I missed a spot (scrubba scrubba scrubba)
On my dirty thoughts
The way we feel about what we do is by who has watched us so
Awe how'd we get here, equal parts of what we do, we don't
We don't remember, we were just born here though
Oh what's the bother, equal parts of what you do, you don't
We don't remember, we were just born here
I feel so anxious, mostly all of the time
If there's some point to this, then which one is mine?
We really don't belong here, we really ought to wander
We really don't belong here, we really ought to wander away
Writer: ERIC JUDY, ISAAC BROCK, JEREMIAH GREEN, RUSSELL HIGBEE, TOM PELOSO
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Sugar Boats
This rock of ours is just some big mistake
And we will never know just where we go
Or where we have came from
These veins of mine are now some sort of fuse
And when they light up and my mind blows up
My heart is amused so
This heart of mine is just some sort of map
That doesn't care at all or worry about where the hell you're at
But you're right there
Well, I've been meaning to dismiss you
Yeah I have some plans to dismiss you
So stand by, by, by, by, bye-bye
Wave bye, sugar boats!
As soon as you paint every last grain of sand
As you soon as you paint every star
In the sky, sky, sky, sky, sky, sky
Wave bye, sugar boats!
Well, I'm swatting at mosquitoes as they're orbiting me
I'm orbiting the sun and this goes on and on and on, you see
This heart of mine is just some broke machine
And when it gets a-goin', and it often gets goin'
It starts blowin' steam
Here we go again!
This rock of ours is just some big mistake
And we will never know just where we go
Or where we have came from
This watch of mine is like some sort of void
Cause when I look in, and I shouldn't look in
I, I see it swallow my time
Oh no, there it goes!
I ain't getting on no fast plane
Hell, I ain't getting on no stuffy train
Sugar boats on the Atlantic are fine
The sugar boats, they're just fine
I'll stand on the deck so you could see
I'll stand on the deck you could wave bye, bye, bye, bye
Here's the ghost that goes and waves bye, bye, bye, bye
I'm the ghost that goes and waves bye, bye, bye
And we will never know just where we go
Or where we have came from
These veins of mine are now some sort of fuse
And when they light up and my mind blows up
My heart is amused so
This heart of mine is just some sort of map
That doesn't care at all or worry about where the hell you're at
But you're right there
Well, I've been meaning to dismiss you
Yeah I have some plans to dismiss you
So stand by, by, by, by, bye-bye
Wave bye, sugar boats!
As soon as you paint every last grain of sand
As you soon as you paint every star
In the sky, sky, sky, sky, sky, sky
Wave bye, sugar boats!
Well, I'm swatting at mosquitoes as they're orbiting me
I'm orbiting the sun and this goes on and on and on, you see
This heart of mine is just some broke machine
And when it gets a-goin', and it often gets goin'
It starts blowin' steam
Here we go again!
This rock of ours is just some big mistake
And we will never know just where we go
Or where we have came from
This watch of mine is like some sort of void
Cause when I look in, and I shouldn't look in
I, I see it swallow my time
Oh no, there it goes!
I ain't getting on no fast plane
Hell, I ain't getting on no stuffy train
Sugar boats on the Atlantic are fine
The sugar boats, they're just fine
I'll stand on the deck so you could see
I'll stand on the deck you could wave bye, bye, bye, bye
Here's the ghost that goes and waves bye, bye, bye, bye
I'm the ghost that goes and waves bye, bye, bye
Writer: Isaac Brock, Eric Judy, Tom Peloso, Jeremiah Green, Kirby Fairchild, Russell Higbee
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Wicked Campaign
Well I just found the fence where I am going to lean
Take my handkerchief out and rub my eyeglasses clean
So I just learned my face, but I forgot my name
I'm gonna wear this smile like it's some stupid toupee
And say "Oh, that's too bad"
Oh, I just learned your face, but it is bound to change
You can say what you want but try to think it my way
And say "Oh, this wicked campaign"
I said, "Oh, this was not my plan"
You know I'm a bastard and we only just met
I guess I probably shouldn't wear this big old sign around my neck
I've still got some opinions that I'm willing to claim
I'm gonna carry them around like they're some wicked campaign
I started the debate, but now I'm sure I can't win
I should, I probably should just exit the same way I came in
Well counted, calculator, you didn't calculate this
That there's a lot more nothing than you knew exists
"Oh, this wicked campaign"
I said, "Oh, this was not my plan"
"Oh, this wicked campaign"
Every day is a wicked campaign
Well I just found the fence where I am going to lean
Take my handkerchief out and rub my eyeglasses clean
And just wait, and just wait, and wait, wait, wait
I'm not dead but I misplaced the will
I'm gonna wear this smile like it's a $100 bill and just wait
I'm not a doctor, but I'll sell you an itch
I could apologize, but then a bit more nothing exists
The world's got plenty of good and bad liars
But our lies should come with chariots and choirs
Singing, "Oh, things are not so bad"
And we sing, "Oh, it's our wicked campaign"
And they sing, "Oh, things are not so bad"
We sing, "Oh, what a wicked campaign"
Take my handkerchief out and rub my eyeglasses clean
So I just learned my face, but I forgot my name
I'm gonna wear this smile like it's some stupid toupee
And say "Oh, that's too bad"
Oh, I just learned your face, but it is bound to change
You can say what you want but try to think it my way
And say "Oh, this wicked campaign"
I said, "Oh, this was not my plan"
You know I'm a bastard and we only just met
I guess I probably shouldn't wear this big old sign around my neck
I've still got some opinions that I'm willing to claim
I'm gonna carry them around like they're some wicked campaign
I started the debate, but now I'm sure I can't win
I should, I probably should just exit the same way I came in
Well counted, calculator, you didn't calculate this
That there's a lot more nothing than you knew exists
"Oh, this wicked campaign"
I said, "Oh, this was not my plan"
"Oh, this wicked campaign"
Every day is a wicked campaign
Well I just found the fence where I am going to lean
Take my handkerchief out and rub my eyeglasses clean
And just wait, and just wait, and wait, wait, wait
I'm not dead but I misplaced the will
I'm gonna wear this smile like it's a $100 bill and just wait
I'm not a doctor, but I'll sell you an itch
I could apologize, but then a bit more nothing exists
The world's got plenty of good and bad liars
But our lies should come with chariots and choirs
Singing, "Oh, things are not so bad"
And we sing, "Oh, it's our wicked campaign"
And they sing, "Oh, things are not so bad"
We sing, "Oh, what a wicked campaign"
Writer: DANN GALLUCCI, ISAAC BROCK, JEREMIAH GREEN, KIRBY FAIRCHILD, RUSSELL HIGBEE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Be Brave
From day to day, to day, today to today
From day to day, to day, today to today
We care, we care, we carry our own weight
From day to day, to day, today to today
As sharks in sheep's clothing, pumping with our hips
Filling every single corner with our soft little gifts of ourselves
Getting carried, so, so carried away
I am not afraid to be dead but it's scary for me to stay
From day to day, from day to day to today
Be brave, be brave, be brave, be brave, and be brave
Be brave, be brave, be brave, be brave, and be brave
At the Parthenon
Ants were climbing 'round
Every head of bronze
At the Parthenon
Another monster hiding inside of a cave
We go from day to day misbehaving in the most appropriate ways
The unicorns missing last call to get on Noah's ship
We don't quit, we won't quit, we can't quit, we just don't quit
Well the Earth doesn't care and we hardly even matter
We're just a bit more piss to push out its full bladder
And as our bodies float down onto all their rocky little bits
Piled up under mountains of dirt and silt
And still, the world, it don't give a shit
But be brave, be brave, be brave, be brave, be brave! (Be brave!)
Be brave, be brave, be brave, be brave, be brave! (Be brave!)
Be brave, be brave, be brave, be brave, be brave!
Ants were climbing 'round
All them heads of bronze
At the Parthenon
The ants are climbing on
From day to day, to day, today to today
We care, we care, we carry our own weight
From day to day, to day, today to today
As sharks in sheep's clothing, pumping with our hips
Filling every single corner with our soft little gifts of ourselves
Getting carried, so, so carried away
I am not afraid to be dead but it's scary for me to stay
From day to day, from day to day to today
Be brave, be brave, be brave, be brave, and be brave
Be brave, be brave, be brave, be brave, and be brave
At the Parthenon
Ants were climbing 'round
Every head of bronze
At the Parthenon
Another monster hiding inside of a cave
We go from day to day misbehaving in the most appropriate ways
The unicorns missing last call to get on Noah's ship
We don't quit, we won't quit, we can't quit, we just don't quit
Well the Earth doesn't care and we hardly even matter
We're just a bit more piss to push out its full bladder
And as our bodies float down onto all their rocky little bits
Piled up under mountains of dirt and silt
And still, the world, it don't give a shit
But be brave, be brave, be brave, be brave, be brave! (Be brave!)
Be brave, be brave, be brave, be brave, be brave! (Be brave!)
Be brave, be brave, be brave, be brave, be brave!
Ants were climbing 'round
All them heads of bronze
At the Parthenon
The ants are climbing on
Writer: ISAAC BROCK, JEREMIAH GREEN, KIRBY FAIRCHILD, RUSSELL HIGBEE, TOM PELOSO
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
God Is An Indian And Youre An Asshole
God is an Indian and you're an asshole
Get on your horse and ride
God is an Indian and you're an asshole
Get on your horse and ride
Get on your horse and ride
God is an Indian and you're an asshole
Get on your horse and ride
Get on your horse and ride
God is an Indian and you're some asshole
Get on your horse and ride
Get on your horse and ride
Get on your horse and ride
Get on your horse and ride
Get on your horse and ride
God is an Indian and you're an asshole
Get on your horse and ride
Get on your horse and ride
God is an Indian and you're an asshole
Get on your horse and ride
Get on your horse and ride
God is an Indian and you're some asshole
Get on your horse and ride
Get on your horse and ride
Get on your horse and ride
Get on your horse and ride
Writer: ISAAC BROCK, JEREMIAH GREEN, KIRBY FAIRCHILD, TOM PELOSO
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Tortoise And The Tourist
Wake up, get ready
Wake up, get ready
What a wonderful trip's ahead
Well, wake up, get ready
Wake up, get ready
Such a wonderful trip's ahead
We get dressed as ghosts
With sheets taken from the bed
Inside our socks we hide travelers' checks
We are tourists of the dead
So let's pack up
Let's go.
So let's pack up
Let's go
Let's pack up
Let's go
Let's go
There was this tortoise, its shell was covered with jewels
And had been since time began
It knew the world through all its histories
And the universe and its mysteries
One day it came across a man
The two were talking
The tortoise offered to tell him
About the future and how the universe ran
Oh, the man killed the tortoise, took his shell
And with a song on his lips walked off again
So let's walk off
Let's go
So let's walk off
Let's go
So let's walk off
Let's go
So let's walk off
Let's go
Pack a lunch wander 'round
Toss the map on the ground
It isn't accurate anyways
We've been getting away
We've been getting away
We are Strangers to Ourselves
We sneak out
Drip by drip
Through paper cuts on our hands
Day after day
Nothing's quite the same
We are tourists in our own heads
So let's walk on
Let's go
Let's walk on
Let's go
Let's walk on (I think I feel ready to go)
Let's go
Let's walk on
Let's go
(I think I feel ready to go)
(I think I feel ready to go)
Wake up, get ready
What a wonderful trip's ahead
Well, wake up, get ready
Wake up, get ready
Such a wonderful trip's ahead
We get dressed as ghosts
With sheets taken from the bed
Inside our socks we hide travelers' checks
We are tourists of the dead
So let's pack up
Let's go.
So let's pack up
Let's go
Let's pack up
Let's go
Let's go
There was this tortoise, its shell was covered with jewels
And had been since time began
It knew the world through all its histories
And the universe and its mysteries
One day it came across a man
The two were talking
The tortoise offered to tell him
About the future and how the universe ran
Oh, the man killed the tortoise, took his shell
And with a song on his lips walked off again
So let's walk off
Let's go
So let's walk off
Let's go
So let's walk off
Let's go
So let's walk off
Let's go
Pack a lunch wander 'round
Toss the map on the ground
It isn't accurate anyways
We've been getting away
We've been getting away
We are Strangers to Ourselves
We sneak out
Drip by drip
Through paper cuts on our hands
Day after day
Nothing's quite the same
We are tourists in our own heads
So let's walk on
Let's go
Let's walk on
Let's go
Let's walk on (I think I feel ready to go)
Let's go
Let's walk on
Let's go
(I think I feel ready to go)
(I think I feel ready to go)
Writer: DANN GALLUCCI, ERIC JUDY, ISAAC BROCK, JEREMIAH GREEN, RUSSELL HIGBEE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Best Room
Let loose with your charms
Go reckless, unharmed
We all signed the card:
"Get well, but don't you try too hard"
The lessons unlearned
Oh, this meeting is adjourned
Oh, these Western concerns
Hold my place in line while I get your turn
To the empty balconies we serenade
All the playgrounds where them kids don't get to play
Dirty parkies went and chased them all away
To the game consoles to fatten
The best room they have
Is the last room you want
The bathroom's outside
Police tape is tied
To the doorknobs of rooms
Nine through thirty-two
These Western concerns
We beg while we chew
These Western concerns are all I ever really learned to be concerned with
But don't you, don't you know it's hard
Feeling tired every time that you try?
Ain't it hard feeling tired all the time?
The family living upstairs must have a fleet of rider lawn mowers
While the novelist to my right's convinced that every woman's a whore
But he bothers me time and again
To set him up with my very best friends and I say, "What?!"
Says he doesn't restate but he will not shut up!
Well don't you, don't you know it's hard
Feeling tired every time that you try?
Ain't it hard feeling tired all the time?
Don't you, don't you know
I ain't goin' to bed
Ring my head in the woods right now
Scan for some mycelium
And bring a little back to town
Well don't you, don't you know it's hard (I ain't goin' to bed)
Feeling tired every time that you try? (Ring my head in the woods right now)
Ain't it hard feeling tired all the time? (Scan for some mycelium and bring a little back to town)
Go reckless, unharmed
Yep, the shut-ins, they're well armed
Well, we all led the charge
'Til we ran aground in our party barge
Every little gift was just one more part of their grift
Oh, yeah, we know it
Oh, yeah, we know it
The best news that we got
Was some dumb hokum we'd all bought
Oh, though reckless, feeling great
We're the sexiest of all primates
Let loose with our charms
Shake our ass and wave our arms
All going apeshit
Go reckless, unharmed
We all signed the card:
"Get well, but don't you try too hard"
The lessons unlearned
Oh, this meeting is adjourned
Oh, these Western concerns
Hold my place in line while I get your turn
To the empty balconies we serenade
All the playgrounds where them kids don't get to play
Dirty parkies went and chased them all away
To the game consoles to fatten
The best room they have
Is the last room you want
The bathroom's outside
Police tape is tied
To the doorknobs of rooms
Nine through thirty-two
These Western concerns
We beg while we chew
These Western concerns are all I ever really learned to be concerned with
But don't you, don't you know it's hard
Feeling tired every time that you try?
Ain't it hard feeling tired all the time?
The family living upstairs must have a fleet of rider lawn mowers
While the novelist to my right's convinced that every woman's a whore
But he bothers me time and again
To set him up with my very best friends and I say, "What?!"
Says he doesn't restate but he will not shut up!
Well don't you, don't you know it's hard
Feeling tired every time that you try?
Ain't it hard feeling tired all the time?
Don't you, don't you know
I ain't goin' to bed
Ring my head in the woods right now
Scan for some mycelium
And bring a little back to town
Well don't you, don't you know it's hard (I ain't goin' to bed)
Feeling tired every time that you try? (Ring my head in the woods right now)
Ain't it hard feeling tired all the time? (Scan for some mycelium and bring a little back to town)
Go reckless, unharmed
Yep, the shut-ins, they're well armed
Well, we all led the charge
'Til we ran aground in our party barge
Every little gift was just one more part of their grift
Oh, yeah, we know it
Oh, yeah, we know it
The best news that we got
Was some dumb hokum we'd all bought
Oh, though reckless, feeling great
We're the sexiest of all primates
Let loose with our charms
Shake our ass and wave our arms
All going apeshit
Writer: ISAAC BROCK, JEREMIAH GREEN, KIRBY FAIRCHILD, SETH LORINCZI
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Of Course We Know
The streets are just blankets and we sleep on their silky corpse
Covered up by them, why would we ever want to wake up?
Oh, no
Well, of course, of course, of course, of course
Of course we just do not know
What in hell are we here for?
We just do not know
Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your own damn soul
Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your own damn soul
Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your own damn soul
The end is like cotton that we wear wherever we go
Covered up by this, why would we ever want to try on your clothes?
Well of course, of course, of course, of course
Of course we just do not know
Well, Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down
(Let down your guard)
Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your own damn soul
Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your only son
Of course we know, ah ah ah ah ah ah
Covered up by them, why would we ever want to wake up?
Oh, no
Well, of course, of course, of course, of course
Of course we just do not know
What in hell are we here for?
We just do not know
Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your own damn soul
Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your own damn soul
Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your own damn soul
The end is like cotton that we wear wherever we go
Covered up by this, why would we ever want to try on your clothes?
Well of course, of course, of course, of course
Of course we just do not know
Well, Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down
(Let down your guard)
Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your own damn soul
Lord lay down, Lord lay down, Lord lay down your only son
Of course we know, ah ah ah ah ah ah
Writer: ISAAC BROCK, JEREMIAH GREEN, RUSSELL HIGBEE, TOM PELOSO
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Strangers to Ourselves is the sixth studio album by American alternative rock band Modest Mouse, which was released on March 17, 2015, two weeks after its initially announced release date of March 3. The album was leaked to the internet on March 7, 2015. On March 16, 2015, the day before the album's official release date, Strangers to Ourselves was made available for download on Amazon.com (free for Prime) and the iTunes Store.
It is the band's first studio album since We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank, released in 2007, marking the longest gap between studio albums in their career. Modest Mouse recorded two albums' worth of material in their sessions, though the second album still has several songs incomplete.
Joe Zook, who mixed We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank, also mixed Strangers To Ourselves.
The album's cover features an aerial image of Venture Out RV Resort, located in Mesa, Arizona.
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Modest MouseIt is the band's first studio album since We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank, released in 2007, marking the longest gap between studio albums in their career. Modest Mouse recorded two albums' worth of material in their sessions, though the second album still has several songs incomplete.
Joe Zook, who mixed We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank, also mixed Strangers To Ourselves.
The album's cover features an aerial image of Venture Out RV Resort, located in Mesa, Arizona.
Genre(s): Indie rock
Producer(s): Isaac Brock, Tucker Martine, Brian Deck, Andrew Weiss, Clay Jones
Length: 57:10
Released: March 17th, 2015
Year: 2015