The Plaid Part of Town

by Free Rollercoaster

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released 15 December 2012

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Track Name: Pearly Gates
It's all I can do to see you, it's all I can do to see you cry
But the enticing light behind me, it seems my time's in short supply
And as much as I want to stay, sweetheart, pearly gates lead me away

Do you remember Brooklyn, and all the words you heard me say
Making out in drive-in movies, and all our clothes in disarray
And every now and then you'd gnash your teeth
But it was alright with, it was alright with me

Do you remember breathing all heavy when your father died
And when I held you closely, your arms were clinging to my sides
He wants to let you know he's here
Just like me, he's been watching over you

So don't be alarmed if that cold breeze you feel at night's no longer there
Dear, I'll keep you safe, just promise me you won't miss me too long

I can't remember much now, much of my life before the light
I'll bid farewell to you, my darling, before my vision all goes white

So don't be alarmed if that cold breeze you feel at night's no longer there
Dear, I'll keep you safe, just promise me you won't miss me too...

Oh, I know it's bad, but things always do seem to fall back into place
Dear, I'll make this clear, that every time you laugh I'll sing along
Track Name: The Architect's Burden
In late July, we proposed an addition
Without hesitation, the architect answered our call
In not much time, he'd made his commission
But this brave new world would imprison us all

Imprison us all, imprison us all, imprison us all

I'm trying not to make such a habit
Of occupying thought with all the things that I can't control
But as time moved on, it became more elaborate
And we all lost sight of the things that it stole

The things that it stole, the things that it stole, the things that it stole

We're wasting our time being all of the things that we're not
And it's taken too long to arrive at this logical thought
That our skulls form the walls to the cages in which we hide
Though we see through our lashes the light of the outside

It's not our fault, it's not our fault, now

It was then we knew the architect's burden
Accepting the fate of the foolish who sit in their cells
With boxes packed, he made for the shoreline
And without hesitation, turned a blind eye and bid us farewell

He bid us farewell, he bid us farewell, he bid us farewell
Track Name: The Man Who Waits
There's a man in a town,
the one where all the horses drown
in the summer, when the summer heat sinks in

And he cries every night,
though he tries with all his might
to quell the demons that are crawling in his skin

Not much to his elation,
he's built quite a reputation
for the things he does to try and stem the tide

And all the school kids dressed in blue
make a point of passing through
just to see if they can take a peak inside

There's a faint dog's bark,
a winding shadow in the dark,
a faded picture in a state of decay

But there's nothing he can see,
except the problems that'll be
if he declines to do just what they say

He's the man who -

So he sits and he waits
for someone new to take his bait
so he can satisfy their craving for the kill

Then he goes for a ride,
the vile voices as his guide
to where he's surely got an empty hole to fill

There's a cold wind's burn,
a little face he can't discern
as he removes the virgin dirt from its grave

But there's nothing he can see
except the problems that'll be
if there's a part of him that he tries to save

He's the man who -

Catch the cornrow's sway, as the wind blows down
to your feet, all bound.
Know my face as dark, and in places scarred,
as the moon is bright.
Count down from three, 'cause that'll be the last thing you see.

As the sun rises up,
he calmly spits into a cup,
another dawn to plan, to swallow his shame

But there's nothing he can see
except the problems that'll be
because another day is always the same

He's the man who waits.
Track Name: Black and White
I wish I could see what lies behind those big brown eyes
and understand those whines and groans that contradict your size
But all that I can do is call your name and speak in tongues,
I’m speaking in tongues

Ten years passing, all amassing pictures in my head
All those days of pacing forward, I followed where you led
And all I ever did was call your name

So get along, little baby, don’t pretend that it’s not true
Because everyone I know plus me will soon follow you
All I ask is you remember us when you’re in your new home
And don’t be a stranger when you go off on your own

Different spouses, several houses, you still stayed the same
Messes made and insults thrown, you acted without shame
and walked around like everything was yours, because it was
because it was

Now in your old age, your blacks and whites have faded gray
But somehow still your soul is new, and refuses to decay
and you still walk around like everything is yours

So get along, little baby, don’t pretend that it’s not true
Because everyone I know plus me will soon follow you
All I ask is you remember us when you’re in your new home
And don’t be a stranger when you go off on your own

When you leave, I must confess I’m not sure what we’ll do
For everything that’s happened, our only constant has been you
But I promise that we’ll always call your name

So get along, little baby, don’t pretend that it’s not true
Because everyone I know plus me will soon follow you
All I ask is you remember us when you’re in your new home
And don’t be a stranger
No, don’t be a stranger
No, please don’t be a stranger when you go off on your own
Track Name: Gridlock
Lights hung from the ceiling illuminate a palette of colors on your face
I didn't know you before my eager feet walked through the door,
but now my mind is telling me that its at peace

The music coming from the speakers is telling us to live a life at someone else's pace
and the bunker we are in is just a cage for all our sins
carried out beyond the eyes of police

But this isn't fate, and its not a choice, but its not a lie

One mistake set on, set on, set on repeat
two misused expressions for every new person I meet
three opportunities I seem to have missed
and anything else that I can add to this list of things I cannot change

The past few weeks, I've been thinking that waiting for a fantasy is waiting in vain
and that a winter without snow makes for darker nights, you know,
so I'm struggling to move towards the light

The rush to meet my expectations has built up an exponential gridlock in my brain
But what's the use in shame, she doesn't even know my name
another day becomes a disappointing night

But it's not my fate to waste my time, to become a slave

To one mistake set on, set on, set on repeat
to two misused expressions for every new person I meet
to three opportunities I seem to have missed
and anything else that I can add to this list of things I cannot change

One mistake set on, set on, set on repeat
two misused expressions for every new person I meet
three opportunities I seem to have missed
and anything else that I can add to this list of things I cannot change

Can't change
Track Name: One Shot Nicky (demo)
I read some words today, that were assembled online
Convoluted and cruel, but poetic to my cynical mind
Of all the things I could guess would come about in our time
was that people would liken our music to committing a crime

I know that God nags forgiveness, and anything goodness can fix
But I think that we'd be in agreement of what this depicts
You're dicks

When you spend all your time lost in tiny delusions of fame
and you bitch and complain when you find no one else thinks the same
When there's shows that you bomb, your only fan is your mom, and your music is all shot to hell
When being good people gets tricky, be One Shot Nicky

I find its hard to complain, knowing there's people like you
'cause you'll always be angry while everyone else just makes due
When we return from our shows at high schools all across town
We'll be happy, at least be respected while you shoots us down

I know that this doesn't matter, in the end all our plans will fall through
But our lives our too short, so this comes after thorough review
Fuck you

When you spend all your time lost in tiny delusions of fame
and you bitch and complain when you find no one else thinks the same
When there's shows that you bomb, your only fan is your mom, and your music is all shot to hell
When being good people gets tricky, be One Shot Nicky
When being good people gets tricky, be One Shot Nicky
When being good people gets tricky, be One Shot Nicky

When being good people gets tricky, be One Shot Nicky