Lickpenny Loafer Lyrics

Slow Pour

And just like that one morning, my spirit rose,
Was it a dream? Something else, something tangible?
A lullaby, a simple kiss on the nose, was it?
Let's figure out just what happened last night.

My patient frustration is mixed with wine,
Realizing you are a slow pour,
Hang on to this one- she'll come around.

You are soft, soft like nothing that I've ever known
You are small packaged up in cotton and styrofoam,
But you're strong babe, you're stronger than anything they'd ever know
Anything they'd ever have you believe.

You are soft, soft like nothinig that I've ever known,
You are strong, babe, you're stronger than anything at all,

My patient frustration is mixed with wine,
Realizing you are a slow pour,
Hang on to this one- she'll come around.

I don't think she'll let you down

King Henry VIII

Read your history books, this was always by design,
It's part politics, and it's part cultural collapse,
I'm telling you that...

This is big news!
And I'm stuck to you
You got me feelin' alive

The air moves forwards,
the air moves backwards and up my spine (it's chilling)
And isn't it delightful?
Doesn't this border on divine?

It's got me feelin' alive!
I feel my temperature rise!
Until I'm hot...

(No more chopping their heads off)
(No more chopping their heads off)
And if I had eight lives...what's one more?
I'll make this a promise true,
I can change...

On the fly

This isn't circumstance,
This isn't rocket science,
This is no olive branch,
This isn't fighting the past,
This is a monarchy,
And its cacaphony,
This is just making a case,
For what you wanna believe.

This is big news!
And I'm stuck to you!
You got me feelin' alive...

Keys to the City

Alligator spy planes, smoother than crocs
This is evolution we can be proud of.
Don't tell anybody about the whole in the sea,
We're sitting on a landmine.

Guard these keys to the city,
With violent light and sonic boom

Newsman, tell me something new today,
Is there a superman fighting off a meteor?
Darkman with the cape and cowl,
How long does this war, how long does this war go on?

So guard these keys to the city,
With violent light and silver streaks.

See this world just as another world that's trapped inside the moon's reflection

The walls of the future will grow high,
Until we rise...until we rise...
Here we go!
Can you feel it?
It's about time!

Lost and Found

I awoke to a startling reality,
A rolling heart gathers only leaves it needs,
A disillusioned soul am I, but I respect time,
I looked in the mirror babe, and slowly started to wonder,

Was this really happening?
Or was this just another one of your tricks?
When your world came tumbling down,
Did you find your peace?

Pass the novacaine,
I got sick again,
(I'm sick of...)
But I'm reborn again,
When I find my love in the
lost and found.

But now I'm right back in, back into the thick of things,
I've learned to stay the hell away from exploding atoms,
Have a look in the mirror babe and ask yourself why

You gave me everything but your love
And what does that really amount to in the end?
Don't forget there's a sky up above,
That is limitless.

Pass the novacaine,
I got sick again,
(I'm sick of...)
But I'm reborn again,
When I find my love in the
lost and found.

But when I look back...I look back on it fondly...
errr...it was a nuclear experiment!

When I find my love in the lost and found...
ah-ahh, ah-ahh-uh-ahhh.....

Pistachio

Bright lights, these are big city candles,
And your eyes remain sparklingly silent,
On the west side sirens whir,
And on my side you stir,
So once we finish up this champagne,
we'll call it a night.

Im drunk in my dreams of you...

This ain't just another lovesong,
It's been the real thing all along,
We don't look like the rest of those,
You're my pistachio,

Slow down and fall into my rhythm,
I'm not the looker that I once was,
But I'll make you quiver,
Ahh, but I am not a fancy man,
I will stick with simple plans,
So once we finish up that champagne,
We'll call it a night.

Im drunk in my dreams of you...

This ain't just another lovesong,
It's been the real thing all along,
We don't look like the rest of those,
You're my pistachio,
And this ain't just another metaphor,
I'm so tired of keeping score
and hiding from what the world ceases to believe

I fought you so hard,
But you won me with a left hook
to my cheek,

This ain't just another lovesong,
It's been the real thing all along,
We don't look like the rest of those,
You're my pistachio,
And this ain't just another metaphor,
I'm so tired of keeping score
and hiding from what the world ceases to believe,
Is it a dream?
I'm hiding from what the world sees
We're gonna make it on our own,
Pistachio.
I'm so lucky to be drunk in my dreams,
With thoughts of you,
Pistachio.

Better Days

Wait with me, I can't sleep,
Sing to me a lullaby,

Drink from my cup of dreams,
A wide-eyed future is hiding in the trees,
And all I ever wanted was right here in front of me.

There's magic under these stars,
You and I will grow,
Seek out a balance,
There's no escaping this battle-ground,
Only love can calm my soul.

All we are, all we are,
Is all we need, is all we need,
I should go, I should go,
I thought of all the silly things I was running from,
So I'm coming home, I'm coming home!

So leave a window open please,
Tripping in on wings of a glorious breeze!
In time, you'll see,
That where the wind blows,
Takes us home.

Nowhere Road

Lost in thoughts of you,
I'm driving right out of this place, yeah

You drown in silence,
On a long and winding road,

Heading to the ocean,
Passing a mid-summer rain,
This is not a station,
I'm the original fall, the ORIGINAL FALL GUY.

You fade in darkness,
On a solitary road,
Somethings just don't have an answer,
It depends just what you're after,
One day you'll realize...de da de da

What? You think I'm just another SUCKER? <
Well I got was coming to me,
What? You wanna beat down on this SUCKER?
Well I took what was coming to me,
Yeah, I took what was coming to me,
Did you take what was coming to you?
Yeah, I took what was coming to me...

You drown in darkness,
On this road to nowhere,
Nothing's gonna last forever!
It depends just what you're after,
One day I realized...

De da da da, de da da da da da...

Astronautica

Wasting time, it's time to prove this life
is a gas.
And right beside, a Da Vinci circus animal
is a tightrope walk away from plotting his escape...

...into that secret place - Astronautica.
And Medici spies will scuba dive inside
a prism that's an ocean, that's floating out in space!

It's a terrible thing to waste...
It's a terrible thing to waste.

So drift away, it's the price that we gotta pay,
for fucking up.
And these mistakes- there's not a lifetime's worth in them,
So don't bother!
Just run with the sun behind you- it'll warm you,
Or you'll run and run to catch up while it's sinking.

And it's a terrible thing to waste,
A terrible thing to waste...

Galaxity (Night Drive)

You said it was easy,
This life is such a change,
Where nothing comes at your own pace,
You gotta make a way,

Until we drive,
It's in your style,
I call it strength,
And peace of mind.

This is my GALAXITY.

Travel off...oh to faraway places, you go,
And you dream of all the distant faces,
That you can see when you close your eyes,
It's all anew,
And if you listen to your heart,
The truth will come to you.

This is my GALAXITY,
This is my GALAXITY!

Beasts of Burden

These are the words, this is the noise,
This is a staunch assertion,
We have just passed the frozen tundra,
And there's no heading back.
Don't yield to the barks of a few forgotten,
Or a forest of echoes awaits.

We are common beasts of burden,
It's an understated truth,
And so to slay a waking dragon,
Is to find it in your youth.

Have you ever heard the story of the boy
Who could move mountains in his sleep,
Just by dreaming softly?
So give us a smile, give us a wave,
Before you break away,
This needn't be so hard.

It's a matter of conviction,
It's a matter of heart,
And so to slay a waking dragon,
Is to find it in your art,
Hang on, hang on to what is your thing,
Do what you think is right.

Despite it all, this is a reasonable canvas...

So don't you wait too long, before you write your song!

We are common beasts of burden,
And as such we remain,
And shadows dancing on the pavement,
Urge us onwards through the rain,

Despite it all, this is a reasonable canvas...
Can we make this?

It's a matter of conviction,
It's a matter of heart,
And so to SAVE a beast of burden,
Is to find it in your art,
Hang on, hang on to what is your thing,
Do what you think is right,
Move on, move on young man,
Move on with your life.

Beware of the Sirens

It’s time to shine,
It’s time to shine,
For all of these transformers, chart-toppers.

Shut the silver screen,
Squash the wretched box,
Wouldn’t you agree,
That art is being torn apart
By all these transformers…

Perfumers, performers, pretenders…

You look away,
You might just stand a chance to live,
Another day,
Instead of floating on this phantom ship
Who’ll decide,
To get these demons out of your bedside?

Shameless transparencies,
And cheap Hollywood ironies,
Obsession for…

These perfumers, performers, pretenders…

You look away,
You might just stand a chance to live,
Another day,
Instead of floating on this phantom ship
Who’ll decide to get these morons out of the limelight?

You look away,
You might just stand a chance to live,
Another day,
Instead of sinking on this phantom ship,
Who’ll decide to get these demons out of your bedside?

You look away…

It’s a choice that’s only mine,
Who I wish to idolize,
And it’s what we decide,
For what we wish to fantasize,
Why succumb to these tendencies,
And cheap Hollywood ironies,
And bother to get enthralled with these,
Pirates of our sympathies…

Paratoxic

Missed projection, these fences and spikes are so cold,
Scrambled vision, idealism crumbles below,
Restless demons, rise up in the midst of this wake,
Paratoxic, is this a valley or a cave?

It’s a crippling place,
That’s full of…
Dishonorable people,
And ignoble ways…

Curious is the student that wisdom holds dear,
Destination must be associated with the here,
Fascination has flummoxed the fear for the now,
Paratoxic, good medicine for the soul…

Scattered cirrus clouds,
Envelope the chaos below,
Foreign is as foreign does,
Recharge the soul…

Is the saddest landscape I know?
Cascades of violet are chilling my ears and my bones,
How can this ever be a blessing in disguise?
Deliver paratoxic, engulf my soul!

Lucrative Offer

And they convinced me - a simple brainwashing ceremony,
“You owe it to yourself” lectured the Big Cheese,
With terror and dread did he fill my puny head.

He argued, “The American Way is to consume”,
But to consume is to desire, and to desire…
To desire is to slave.

And I was caught on the inside…

You see, what I had always hoped to be,
Was something of an abnormality,
Possessing a social conscience,
But you see, it’s not me.

It’s just that I was caught on the inside…

Could This Ever Be My Love?

Didn’t you realize,
That I’m your best surprise?
I’m so ashamed, to be playing this game,
For what it’s cost,
For what it’s cost,

I just keep on asking and asking,
Could this ever be my love?

I always knew, just how to touch you,
Just never the way into your heart,
I hope this letter will find you and make you understand,
The two of us can never be apart,
Apart,

I just keep on asking to myself,
Could this ever be my love?
Could this ever be my love?
Could this ever be…

Love like this is made of wine,
Gushing waves and sandy skies,
Caterpillar’s crooked stares,
Glacier smiles and moon-rock chairs,
Thimbles flying silver kites,
Whispered winds in candlelight,
The distant echoes from a phone,
And ice cream snow,
And ice cream snow,

Aaah but I just keep on asking and asking myself,
Could this ever be my love?
Could this ever be my love?
Could this ever be my love?

People in Cars

She hides in her car,
A shadow of her former self,
Dreaming of greener pastures,
False-hoping to what’s next,

But don’t look now,
Her eyes are welling up,
Turn away, just try a subtle aside,
While her grace and her beauty,
Play shadow to her painful pride.

She sighs in his car,
Wondering where it all went wrong,
Window staring and earnest gazing,
False-hopping all the way back home,

That cry is compelling you to weakness,
Her heart- it’s breaking in front of you,
Choking sobs that melt you further,
Till you spiral down into a black hole.

A gentle breeze tickles her eyelashes, begging for more of her soft tears.

But don’t look now,
Her eyes are welling up,
Turn away, just try a subtle aside,
While her grace and her beauty,
Play shadow to her painful pride.

She’s crying in his car,
Releasing in-between each cough,
She’s dying in her car,
Tearing herself away from love,

That cry…
Her heart…
Choking sobs that melt you further till you’ve spiraled down,
Till you’ve spiraled down,

That cry is compelling you to weakness,
Her heart- it’s breaking in front of you,
Choking sobs that melt you further,
Till you’ve spiraled down into a faceless coward hiding in a black hole.

Eradication of the Senses

Masters of the universe,
We stand undaunted by the curse,
Strapping ourselves to this chair,
We destroy…our very essence.

And I’m so scared of where we’re headed,
Prisoners of change,
The eradication of the senses,
Is at stake.

The masters of the universe,
We stand undaunted by the curse.

And we cement ourselves to this chair,
And we destroy, destroy, destroy,
Our very essence,

It’s digital communication,
That’s fueling,
The eradication of the senses,
And it’s too late…

And I’m so scared of where we’re headed,
The prisoners of change,
The eradication of the senses,
Is at stake…

Missed Kiss

Just not a moment to waste,
We have eternity to taste,
These lips are yours only,
These are for your lips only,

Holding on to the pain,
Holding on to the pain,

Time is an abyss,
As we melt into this kiss,
And I’m still,

Holding on to the pain,
Holding on to the pain,
Holding on to the pain,
Holding on to the pain,

Not a moment to waste, we have eternity to taste…
Time becomes an abyss, as we melt into this kiss!
And I’m still…

Holding on to the pain,
Holding on to the pain,
Holding on to the pain,
Holding on to the pain.

The Thinker

Listen Mr. Momentum,
Answer my burning question,
Move me, shake me, jumpstart me,
Ignite me, inspire me, but gently does it please!

And yet it speaks to my soul…

Just waiting for something to happen,
Stagnant and ceasefire,
Complacency-apathy-stricken,
Wedged in this quagmire,

And yet it speaks to my soul…

Action- it’s what will restore your faith,
Distraction will decimate your days,
Don’t get stuck,
Unglue,

And yet it speaks to my soul…

Just waiting for something to happen,
A simple enrapture,
Complacency-apathy-stricken,
And yet craving new textures,
Beholding the flashes of a time,
When everything mattered,
Rendering a tempest benign,
Superfluous scatter,

And yet it speaks to my soul…

I don’t want to be Shakespeare’s thinker,
I don’t want to be Rodin’s thinker,
I don’t want to be Anderson’s thinker,
I implore me- just get it together!

In Retrospect

This is tragic flaw at its clearest,
It’s a painful case of Hubris,

What are you trying to hide?
Will this fear subside?
All I want is an honest life,

So jealous…

Unnecessary suspicion,
Unfortunate deception,
A desperate lack of connection,
A torrid, consuming dissension

It can’t be love if you’re morally blind,
It can’t be love if you’re playing the spy,
You think this practice will protect you from pain,
But you’re destroying all the good in you,
So won’t you think again,

What are you trying to hide?
Will this fear subside?
All I want is an honest life,

So jealous…

The Train Wait

Dream softly silly…

Hold me in your arms,
Till I’m safe with you.

And what of truth?
Will it fail?
Will it go unnoticed?
Or will it prevail?

Hold me in your arms,
Till I’m safe with you.

The Haunt

I once was afraid of myself,
Now it’s myself I need,
I once couldn’t live inside myself,
Now it’s on the outside that I yearn to bleed,

Sticks and stones,
Will never break these bones,

Extinguishing this haunt,
Is easier than you think,

But I’m not afraid to be alone anymore,
No, I’m not afraid to be alone anymore,

Tired of being a victim of a poisoned mind,
Not this time,
I’ll take on a certain masochistic edge,
Don’t be scared,

A dream that slips away,
Lead to a life of slow decay,

Extinguishing this haunt,
Is easier than you think,
Excited by the fear…

A pale eyelid opens,
A paler moon hums softly,
A once powder-blue sky turns into a shadowy spy…

Awakening this haunt,
Can lead you to your dreams,
The irony’s not lost,
On those who stand tall.

But I'm not afraid to be alone anymore,
No, I'm not afraid to be alone anymore.

Climbing Trees

Beautiful sorrow,
Crowned in halo,

Keep on drifting,
Nomadic one,
So quietly uplifting,
A new space, a new face.

And I’m there, sleepwalking in and out of the past,
So beware the wilderness of memory and its traps,

We all gotta go one way or another,
But blessed are those who suffer,

Deep in shadows,
Skeletons harbor,
Harrowing reminders,
Well I reckon I would rather be climbing trees,
Than enduring all the challenges of maturity,
It always just, inexplicably gave me the softest peace!

And I’m there, sleepwalking in and out of the past,
So beware the wilderness of memory and its traps,

I was so….CLOSE….
It’s still gutting me now,

And in the spires of your mind, a story breathes its final verse and sighs,
And in that box there lies eternal dreams of passions, hopes, and smiles,

So hold on until you’re swept away.

The Mundane

I have wallowed in the doldrums,
Rationalized this drain,
Banality is overwhelming,
It’s the mundane,

This inner ego is abandoned,
With loathe and disdain,
Over-focused little bastards,
I refuse to feign.

I have squandered my existence
In the mundane,
Desolate and listless,
That’s what I became.

A certain penchant for the boredom,
A mindless comfort for the same,
A bitter fear of innovation,
Embrace of the lame,

This inner ego deconstructed,
A spirit dull and tame,
Idealistic little bastards,
I will abstain.

Banality is underrated,
It’s coursing through my veins,
Echo on the mediocre,
In the mundane.

Murder my weakness,
Murder my sprain,
So pitifully frozen,
In a desperate shame,

Murder my weakness,
Murder my strain,
So desperately frozen,
In a pitiful shame.

A surviving voice inquires,
Why must I be so plain?
But it’s silenced in an instant,
By the mundane.

I have squandered my existence,
In the mundane,
Desolate and listless,
That’s what I became.

Return My Soul

This ain’t a love song, it’s just a simple request,
Afraid of how long it can take to forget.
Forget…

These stars can burn holes in my eyes,
I’ve been staring for far too long,
Soft cricket whispers all around me,
Remind me of a different song.
Song…

Return my soul

I know this is futile,
This silly request of mine,
Some things can never be returned,
But won’t you humor me this one time?
Time…

Deep down inside me burns this envy,
For a woman who’s stronger than me,
Who won’t fade softly,
Like a leaf in a waning breeze.
Breeze…

Return my soul

My Generation

Would it be better to be young again?
To sit around and light the burnt remains,
Looking out for what they’re calling the day,
Trying to find your feet amongst the filth and decay,

I want to go back and visit someday,
I want to see my generation again,

What’s new is old and what’s old is new,
Your patience is something you just can’t lose,
So hard to be careful in spite of it all,
So let loose, get reckless, get ready to fall,

Take the next plane, get out of this game, form a new race, join up in the heart of the chase, find a new face, practice your newly-acquired ways.

Would it be better to be young again?
Only to find that young and old are the same,

I want to go back and visit someday,
I want to see my generation again,
It’s gonna be hard work finding my wings,
But I’ll soon be able to get back in the swing.

Based on a True Story

And this is the beginning of all the secrets and waves,
Silence and terror lurk beneath the enclaves,
Follow and treasure the golden nectar so sweet,
And the cosmos and supers will swallow your filthy disease.

And this is based on a true story,
My dilemma is to distinguish the real from illusionary.

Triumph and stardom engulf those whose visions decay,
And the slaying of dragons for power leads to despair,

And this is based on a true story,
To realize ambitions of an impact that’s revolutionary.

I will follow this wonder where it leads,
Things awry, un-stimulating, and bleak,
I will speak the language of the weak,
So don’t weep, I’m not craving your sympathy

Center of person, center of me, rotate, and spin again.

This is the last time that we came to save the day,
Darkness will come for those who wish it, Hooray!

The Sweetest Things in Life

What can save the love in this heart?
Born of spirit, the moon and the stars…the stars,

Behold! The sweetest things in life,
In the palace of our minds,
Oh the sweetest things in life,
Will give you peace,
As long as you’re with me.

He laments, “The world grows dim”,
But if he has faith and hope and love,
They will write the stories for him, all for him,

And just why can’t a dreamer’s dreaming
Amount to anything?
His thoughts are a kingdom of songs he yearns to sing,

So taste the sweetest things in life,
With the palate of our minds,
Oh the sweetest things in life,
Will give you peace,
As long as you’re with me.

Have you ever risked it all for love?
Put your head out on the chopping block?
A wounded heart beats brighter still,
I once was just words strung out on you,
Now I’m song swimming in your kiss,

Oh the sweetest things in life,
In the palace of our minds,
Oh the sweetest things in life,
Will gently eke out a smile,
You’re my sweetest thing in life,
You’re my sweetest thing in life,

You’ll give me peace,
As long as you’re with me.

A Simple 'I Love You' Will Do

And I, I miss you so,
Despite my letting you go,
For a while, our paths were so crossed,
Flattered by the notion that I was the one to set your heart in motion,
And now you've gone and stolen,
These pieces of me,
In my life,
I'm weaker than when,
There was a time...

A simple 'I love you' will do...
A simple 'I love you' will do...

My hands, my hands,
They speak for my heart,
And my eyes reveal what is hushed,
And my skin, it burns with the same,
When I hear your tender voice, I curl up lonely in myself,
I'm frozen,
These words I need spoken,
And I'm holding on,
My time, is running out,
Before we must say,
Goodbye, my love...

And I've been holding my tongue,
In spite, of all that we've done,
Know my secret is true,
It's just that I'm in love with you...

A simple 'I love you' will do...
A simple 'I love you' will do...

Bonded

Innocence has removed herself,
We can't go back to the way things were.
Instill a sense of openness,
Theory aside, we can't escape the world,
We live in the absurd.

It is time to take this flight,
Knowing that the hour is ripe,
I get this feeling that we'll run away,
And feed the need,
There's freedom in a fool's release.

A stranger's words never spoke so clear to me,
While the senator's watching for a weakened harmony,
Tall in all is all we need to be.

It is time to take this flight,
Knowing that the hour is ripe,
Girl we gotta get away,
Expose these lies,
And drift on through the universe.

Hope - it's a fighter's dream!
Gotta get away, gotta get away, gotta get away from the same old things,
Girl we ought to make a break, explore the seas,
Take a step back, take a step back, and cut it, the future never looked so free!
It is time to take this flight,
Knowing that the hour is ripe,
Girl we gotta get away,
And feed the need,
There's freedom in a fool's release.

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