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Pushbike
04:29
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I pedaled seventy k down this old Highway
Just to see how you were doing carrying my baby
And though today the names in my life escape me
She feels so real that I still care to worry
In my mind no one ever shot at the Kennedys
The kids have gone to school, the wife and I are married
Now every Sunday I wonder if my prayer's gotten old yet
I've got a vision in mind
She cries at the way I forget
I fooled myself into a living steady
I've only got myself to carry
And if I only had my mind intact
Well, then I would know that I belong to no one's heart
I lost my job and my love in Pennsylvania
Is that how the Founding Fathers said it would be?
And though my name and my face aren't great enough to be etched into a mountain
I've got my songs and you can't take that from me
In my mind no one ever shot at the Kennedys
The kids have gone to school, the wife and I are married
Now every Sunday I wonder if my prayer's gotten old yet
Land of the free, but I buy everything with my blood and my debt
And ain't it sad that I don't agree with you?
I'm born of a lie
Distorted my mind
And ain't it sad that I can't read the news?
It sends my walls all tumbling down…
In my mind no one ever shot at the Kennedys
The kids have gone to school, the wife and I are married
Now every Sunday I wonder if my prayer's gotten old yet
Land of the free, but I buy everything with my blood and my debt
I fooled myself into a living steady
I've only got myself to carry
And if I only had my mind intact
Well, then I would know that I belong to no one's heart
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Bacelli
03:59
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A year before a Sprinter fucked the boardwalk
I was in Provence fuckin' tying my shoes
Thirty days before I broke from love-lust
I’m at a French-ass bus stop lost and confused
You found me, got me, with words to say
Placed me in a mattress soft like your god-fearing arms
Another sun pierces our blinds today
But Steven you don’t fuckin bow to stars
I’ll be fuckin' waiting at the bus stop after five
You’re speaking English to me, my French is not that nice
I want my motives
I want to know them
What makes your shoulders shiver?
Is it aversion to the future?
Is it to eat your life like fast food?
Is it what your God has in store for you?
Did you waste a wish on a comet’s arc?
‘Cause Steven you don’t bow to stars
I’ll be fuckin' waiting at the bus stop after five
You’re speaking English to me, my French is not that nice
And always awake before me, always before your guide
You made a home here for me far from the forty-nine
Another sun pierces our blinds today, but Steven you don’t bow to stars
He tries to take…
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