Paperface

by Paperface

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released 17 August 2012

Music and Lyrics by Paperface

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Track Name: You'll Always Have the City
This city keeps you alive
It’s taught you all that you need to survive
And your mother doesn’t like the things that she hears
Since her daughter moved out to the east

This city knows you by name
It knows all your lies and it knows that you’re trying to hide
And the boys, oh the boys
Are drawn in by your radiant charm
And they can’t take it
Your beauty can’t take it

Cause this city tells you its secrets
It knows who you used to be and it knows you’re not like me

But, I don’t know, I don’t know
I don’t know, I don’t know why you left for the city
Why’d you leave for the city?

This city, it holds onto you tight
I stopped by your place and your roommates haven’t seen you in a while
You’re strapped down to the seat of a subway car
You stare at the signs, the smoke, and the line where I once stood just to lie at your door

Well, I don’t know, I don’t know
I don’t know, I don’t know why you left for the city
Why’d you leave for the city?

Was it your mother?
Was it your dad?
Maybe you sister?

Was it your brother?
That bitch who lived across the street?
Or was it possibly me?

Now I know, now I know
I think I know, yes I know why you left for the city
I’m why you left for the city

And even though, even though
Even though, even though you’ll never have me
You’ll always have the city
You’ll always have the city
Track Name: Everything Is Just Okay
I locked myself outside again
I'd get another key but I always swallow them
My friends all tell me that I should calm down
And buy the new Ben Folds record
They said he's gone back to his old sound

It's getting itchy inside of my head today
The doctors call me crazy as they turn me away
My girlfriend tells me that it's not working out
She's seeing someone else who has clothes and a jacket
You wouldn't know him, he doesn't go to this school

Everyone is telling me lies
That Ben Folds record was just okay
Everything is just okay
And sometimes I have dreams about the last time...
I threw up

Coupon books are stealing my soul
The deals are there, but where would I go?
My librarian tells me I should pay all my fines
But, I don't have the cash
And they don't make coupons for that

Everything just freaks me out
Cause everything is just okay
Track Name: The Difference
She rolls her own cigarettes
With whatever weed's left in her pocket
And asks me if I've ever been in love
I keep telling her I'm already taken
So there's no way that she should be mistaken
But she visits my room late at night all the time
And she just won't leave me alone

She hates the world for being shallow
Yeah, she hates it for not letting her in
So she throws herself at all those misogynist boys
Who'll never let her under their skin

As we cycle in and cycle out
A constant rejection, a constant restart
It's real for her but synthetic for me
And since I've been numb, I still couldn't see the difference

She looks for the beauty in every moment
Inquires under every stone
Cuz if nature and art can fill a life with purpose
Then maybe she won't feel so damn alone
She says being stoned is like a hug from God
It keeps her calm and it keeps her from feeling
Those terrible lurches that perturb her and urge her
To drink herself to death in the bathtub

The closer I get the more she erodes
And even though I don't feel affection
She persists to pursue and I am subdued
As she grips my wrists, my ribs, my lips tightly

As we cycle in and cycle out
A constant rejection, a constant restart
It's real for her but synthetic for me
And since I've been numb, I still couldn't see
The difference

As we cycle in and cycle out
A constant rejection, a constant restart
It's real for her but synthetic for me
And since I've been numb, I still couldn't see
That she had been scared, just as scared as I'd been
When I found out that I could feel nothing again
So I'm not an ass but I think I'm diseased
But up in your tree, you can't even see the difference
Track Name: Jaime Lannister Is an Asshole
Time is never going to be a friend I like to see
He comes gliding from the ocean
Like harmonic motion
And girls were never going to call anyway

First dates never went so bad as when I lost my keys
And the winter nipped your nose
And you fell all about me
I was so cold that I could barely see.

Sleep tight and kill me for spite of myself
These dreams are a waste of my time and my health
Your radio and Hail to the Thief
I’ve never been that depressed in my life
So I turned to Nintendo
A surgical knife
In my belly might better suffice for these crimes
But why would I take these hits to my face anymore?

Was your record player born-again?
And save all your Christian friends?
I remember the pregnant pauses
And the stillborn silence
When I came to collect my things you had hidden a few of them

Sleep tight and kill me for spite of myself
These dreams are a waste of my time and my health
Your radio and Hail to the Thief
I’ve never been that depressed in my life
So I turned to Nintendo
A surgical knife
In your belly might better suffice for these crimes
But why would I take these hits to my face anymore?

Your radio and Hail to the Thief
Your car horn and Hail to the Thief
Your new hair and Hail to the Thief
Growing Pains and Hail to the Thief
Graduation and Hail to the Thief
Fake Id’s and Hail to the Thief
Why’d you take my Hail to the Thief?
Storm out and shatter my knees?
Oh well
Track Name: Dutch Bussing
I am going to work.
I am going to work.

I am armed to the teeth with my gut and my nerve
And I am ready.
Ready to serve.
The artillery is manned; the bowls counted out
And you begin to wonder what it’s really about

Then open the doors and march into the hall

The people are drinking, the women are dancing
The men are putting their keys in a jar.
And the fellow in the corner with eyes like winter
Says “You are what you wear.”
And he wears a wife beater.
Say!

Oh.... Dutch bussing tables in the late afternoon
Oh.... Dutch bussing tables in the late afternoon

I am going to work.
I am going to work.

Set and re-set. What’s it all for?
It’s a war.
So what are we fighting for?
We’re sticking our arms into a tub of denial
Because I keep telling myself that I do it for you.
I deserve this reproach and I admire your coldness
But when you brush my lips I get chills for awhile
Darling....

Oh.... Dutch bussing tables in the late afternoon
Oh.... Dutch bussing tables in the late afternoon

I am going to work.
I am going to work.

Black and white night, right?
It’s never easy when you’re lacking in tips
But we scrub until our fingers shrivel up like raisins
And hide behind the washer where we know we’re safe
Yet all the grandmas in the middle are spreading the rumors
That the kids are on drugs and dying in gutters. Say!

Oh.... Dutch bussing tables in the late afternoon
Oh.... Dutch bussing tables in the late afternoon
Track Name: Dead
She left alone for about a week
But, we’ll still make out occasionally
It’s not the best for my health
She spreads through me like a social disease
And it's getting the best of me

She’s never coming back
At least that’s what she said
What’s the point of being alone if I can’t get you out of my bed?

And every time you come around
I can’t feel you, can’t feel you
Maybe you’re not there
Maybe you’re just dead
And every time you come around
I can’t feel you, can’t feel you
Maybe I’m not really here
Maybe I’m just dead

All these wasted lines read through these wasted scenes
But still, I let her inside, let her closer to me
She disappears for a while
And likes to lie with a smile
And she’s my social disease

She’s never coming back
I at least know that much of it
What’s the point of being alone if I can’t get you out of my head?

And every time you come around
I can’t feel you, can’t feel you
Maybe you’re not there
Maybe you’re just dead
And every time you come around
I can’t feel you, can’t feel you
Maybe I’m not really here
Maybe I’m just dead
Track Name: Our Daytrip to the Machine
We’ll kill your car with an atomic bomb
We’ll snuff a fire with the white of our palms
With love and lust and intolerance too,
And when we’re done we’ll turn on cable news
Alright!

I don’t know much about how factories work.
But I used to hang around industrial parks.
And industry is the causation for feeling drowned

This must be why he tried suicide
I could never say the word “suicide”.
That must be all that he knows.

Our daytrip to the machine was fine
We lost our shoes a half a dozen times
A longer tour of the Capital Square
They got some pretty smart girls over there.
Alright!

I don’t know much about how factories work.
But I used to hang around industrial parks.
And industry is the causation for feeling drowned.

This must be why you tried suicide
Put your money where your mouth is every time.
You’ll buy sugar with your mouth!

I know a girl who looks just like Gemma Ward
And I have some friends who are just like other friends
I know a girl who can soothe each aching wound

All her lovin’ and it does not satisfy
Our daytrip proved to only magnify
That all her loving will not pacify
Track Name: No Company
It’s hard to say you’re lonely
When there’s so much company
When isolation is so in vogue

And it’s all inevitability
As we flock to the cities
‘Cause there’s no work back home

Because irony loves company
Overcrowded even though we’re alone
Turn up the jams and stick your head in the trees
So no one ever notices me
And still I can’t decide
Do I love me?

And if I ever seem involved
I swear it’s not one of my tricks
It’s one of my illusions

So I should get my head out of my ass
And get that ass into a car
Because I’m probably unneeded

I’m not a part of their company
Less crowded as I leave them alone
Turn up the jams and stick your head in the trees
Now I’m afraid they’ve noticed me
I shut the door too loud
Do I love me?

Because irony loves company
Overcrowded even though we’re alone
We turn up the jams and stick our heads in the trees
I wonder if I even notice me
If I met me
Would I love me?
Track Name: Don't Go Home Tonight
Emma brought swords to the party
I brought a cake, a chocolate cake
Emma brought knives, and I brought dessert
And Shawn is in the bedroom with Brianne;
He’s doing her hair, playing with her hair,
Playing with her underwear!
Oh my God
I tried to leave, but Dave poured me another drink and said

“Don’t go home tonight.
Leave the bottles on the shelf.
Don’t go home tonight.
We can still drink, still drink to your health.”
I chased it all with a shot of regret.

With disco balls hung from guitar strings,
I went upstairs, up, up and away
To find Spalding getting high and beating up fruit.
And I asked for a sip of his juice
We talked about Jane, We talked about Joy Division, we talked about pain
And holy shit,
I tried to go, but he packed up another bowl and said

“Don’t go home tonight.
Leave the bottles on the shelf.
Don’t go home tonight.
We can still drink, still drink to your health.”
I chased it all with a shot of regret.

Don’t go home…. Don’t go home….

The crowd began to swell around 2 am
When the band started playing and Shawn came downstairs
And Brianne was on the bed, crying her socks off
And Emma was on the bass amp taking off her shirt
Well, fuck,
I tried to dip, but then I took some painkillers and watched Pink Flamingos
Track Name: Welcome Home
The bridge by the school is empty and bare.
If you follow me, I can take you there.
To a werewolf party, but nobody came.
We took off all our clothes when it started to rain.
And I wanted to stay.

You handed me a box for my everyday use.
But at the bottom of the box was a lit fuse.
I ran for the country with my alligator boots.
I’d do whatever it takes to get loose.

“Don’t close your eyes.” I said, I said.
“Don’t close your eyes”. You said, “I just need to rest.”
No one knows death like a hospital bed.
And I always want to ask it for advice,
But I can’t.

The south side stores have been closed for years.
In my first car, I used to roll over there.
The girls around here have criminal minds,
In my sleep, I’m kind enough to rewind.

But I can’t go to bed until I clean up the yard.
52 plastic cups and a library card
The skipper was dressed up like Captain Piccard
I could laugh but I’m tired and all this work is a drag
So let’s kick it into gear.

Welcome home.
We haven’t seen you in nearly a thousand years
Welcome home.
And the show is just about to begin again.
Welcome Home.