1. |
Upon My Back
04:23
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Feed me all your lines
About the seasons and the times
I'll never have
Load upon my back
The faults and all the things you lack
Now they are mine
Toe-to-toe my broken bones
Carry the souls of never-thrones
and wistful hearts
I'll read the stories that you know
Read all the maps that point away
From the false starts
I'm hanging on
But all I've got is this song
The days are getting shorter
While the nights are slowly, steady
Creeping out
Lately my mind's slipping away
My organs melted in their place
I've bottomed out
The creatures of my yesterday
They have all gone and fled away
From me now
But the creatures of tomorrow,
They are waiting, ever patient
in the bough
I'm hanging on
But all I've got is this song
You're whispering to me now
Aw Mike, cut me down
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2. |
2 Doors
03:50
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I'm sitting in the hall
Question it all
I can feel the moon now rising
I'm flipping through my mind
Pages in time
Am I writing or erasing? Now I can't tell
Come on in now while the flowers' in bloom
You know the world will have them dying off soon
No picture, yea it lasts
But the memory's faster to fade
Let's wade in the moment
Water's warms so jump right in
I'll teach you to swim again
2 doors in front of me now
Do I feed the fire or let it burn out?
Got me praying that these hands were shackled down
Such a bright sunny day, always happens this way
When I should feel alive I'm dying
Round the corners off son, dull the blade 'til you're numb
Don't give mother a reason for crying
Pull the covers up now, no need to step out
Are you living or waiting to die?
2 doors in front of me now
Do I feed the fire or let it burn out?
Got me praying that these hands were shackled down
2 doors in front of me now, but I don't think either one's leading out
Now my head's got me spinning around and around and around
2 doors in front of me now
and I swear I can see it out there burning down
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3. |
Rabbit Hole
05:31
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Chased down the rabbit hole it seems my spirit's gone
Straight down the rabbit hole it lies as darkness comes
You'll blame the alcohol from which this creature sprung
But no reasons matter more, the rabbit's taken one
The lion stands atop the mountain looking down
But here stands a king who wants no part of his rightful crown
No bellied roar from cords will ever drown the sound
But from your vantage top's much better than the ground
Cast off those shackles son
For anarchy has one
And in the chaos of the day you will renew what you've become
Rest your head, the war is done
A fickle flame there flickers distant, on and on
The life I lead has of yet to lead me wrong
But here I stand, one foot on soil coarse and strong
One at sea, ever begging to be gone
Games, they get played, rules splinter off, my body's still
I grapple with the thought this space is too big to fill
Will we ever be ok?
Oh god, let me be ok
Cast off those shackles son
For anarchy has one
And in the chaos of the day you will renew what you've become
Rest your head, the war is done
Now I'm the shackled one
My swan appears to've sung
In the chaos of these days, you may find the barrel of the gun
Rears its head
Goodbye my son
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4. |
I Won't Go
04:58
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Words fall short as I grapple with the choices that befall
Shorter still, it seems to me, is the straw that I have drawn
Here I stand, you spit in my face, with my back to the wall
My roots run deep in this place, I will stand tall
Don't turn back from where you came
For you'll find that you're to blame
In these days that yet remain
Ah son, just try to stay sane
6 feet below I rest my bones, above the ants go marching on
I fled for fear of fear itself awaiting at the dawn
Clarity calls out above, "Is there a shovel there?
To unbury me from my pit of loathsome self-despair"
Don't turn back when you don't see
Lights ahead or trail beneath
Look within, now suddenly
Ah son, now you're free
Now you're really free
I won't go
No I won't go
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5. |
Dandelion
04:36
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Lost a piece of me when that door closed, no explanation, no goodbye note
Now every breath, it makes me choke. Lend me your hand, throw me a rope
I gave a dollar to a sinner begging on the boulevard
As I joined him there to beg for the charity of this city's people
I'd give my life to be back home
with my good woman, this I know
but I can't bear to see that face, no not a trace of you no more
I can't bear it anymore
I need you in the morning, I need you in my evening
Without you I'm not breathing, I need you Dandelion
I need you in my mornings, I need you in my evenings
Without you I am not leaving, I need you sweet Dandelion
No bottle, bar, blow, or pipe serves to get you off my mind
You somehow seep in through the cracks
You somehow come back every time
These lonely nights and I feel sick, my stomach churns my head it aches
as the world grows quiet, night grows late
your shadow crawls from where it waits
encompass me like fog on a lake
recalls the memories that I don't wanna wake
I can't take anymore as I break on the floor
Let me drift out to sea, throw my ash overboard
Because these days I don't live, there's nothing I do
that doesn't scream back at me
"I need you!"
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Motel Breakfast Chicago, Illinois
Motel Breakfast is:
Conor Brennan
Drue Devente
Jimmy Drenovsky
Jesse Nasadowski
Mick
O'Donnell
Motel Breakfast formed in 2017 and began by playing the Midwest college circuit, growing notable reputations in Chicago, Milwaukee, and Madison. The band is currently workshopping new material as they prepare their next phase.
Inquiries/booking: motelbreakfast@gmail.com
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