Coming up for air
dressed like before, when you were caught
in the middle of the eye at the bottom of the storm. Imagine life’s not
dress rehearsals and role reversals.

Coming up for air.
To fill my empty soul. Coming up for air.
To fill my empty soul. Love isn’t currency but i’m selling cheap.

Coming up for air.

So at least one of us can breath.

The Car
     When you really think of it, 
     all the good will seem shit
                 i wanted to kiss you on the lips
     and tell you what i see between 
     the handshakes and democratics
     when you really think of it, the walls 
     only keep us in
                 i wanted to kiss you on the lips
     and tell someone what im feeling
     shalom
     and when its over, 
     put your trust in my hands
                                 trust in these hands
     Put trust in my hands
     and i’ll show you what love means
     you remind me of a girl i’d seen before
     girl got away
     like you’ll do.
                                Trust in these hands
     and fumble through the fucking dark.

 

The Idiot
     
     You idiot dont you know that we are 
     supposed to wait in line Like everybody 
     tells us to.
     You idiots don’t you know that all the 
     idiots think for themselves
     
     Like a rat like a rat
    
     Bury your head in the mud 
     and scurrying for food x3
    
     You’ll soon reach our paradise, 
     if you don’t grow tired from climbing.
    

     Idiot.

Happy too
   
   Would try to love you if i could talk to you
   keep it all in the shadows.
   Complicated arrows they point to despair.
   
   Despair.
   Despair.
   Despair.
   I’ll share for two.
   If it means you can sleep too.
   Smaller eyes bring smaller tears
   
   Despair.
   Despair.
   Would try to love you if i could talk to you
   Maybe I’ll just carry on listening
   until you have less to say.

All songs written and produced by Jon Stolber © 2008

EP Credits - 
Vocals, guitars, piano, hammond,
mellotron, sampling, percussion, drum
and tape loops, strings, bass &
existential angst - Jon Stolber

Additional bass - Jim Hassan Courtesy
of "we become less"