1. |
Salzburg
03:28
|
|||
|
Pardon me, my friend, I think you’ve missed the point
You should have stopped to see the view
But the shops are opening at half past nine
And all you want to do is buy some shoes
Well, go ahead and waste your time, but don’t expect me to join you
‘Cause I’m not going anywhere you could go if we were in Ohio
When we only have one day in Salzburg
And if you don’t go, you’ll never know what you’ve missed
And you will never realize that there is
Something waiting further along this ride
That you would not have noticed otherwise
I don’t want to be another lazy traveler
Taking everything for granted on the way to the next point of interest
I just want to breathe the air and drink the water
And appreciate the place I am right now
‘Cause tomorrow I’m not certain where I’ll be
I’ll admit there’ve been some times when I’ve lost perspective
Seeing with my camera rather than my eyes
But I’ve listened hard and heard the sound of music
And I’ve tried my best to keep the hills alive
So look around, see everything you can, and don’t let it bore you
And don’t look back, ‘cause if you do, you’ll miss the road that is before you
And you’ll find yourself lost in Salzburg
And if you don’t go, you’ll never know what you’ve missed
And you will never realize that there is
Something waiting further along this ride
That you would not have noticed otherwise
I don’t want to be another lazy traveler
Taking everything for granted on the way to the next point of interest
I just want to breathe the air and drink the water
And appreciate the place I am right now
‘Cause tomorrow I’m not certain where I’ll be
But I hope it’s with you, and we’ll visit all the fortresses and birthplaces of geniuses we see
Come on and breathe the air with me
|
||||
2. |
Nashville
03:02
|
|||
|
As I sit among the ruins of a monument to glory
Gazing down upon the city of my birth
I wonder if these ruins are the end of someone else’s story
And if the architect knew how much they’d be worth
And the bell rings out for freedom of expression of the mind
And the thousands coming here in search of what they’ll never find
And this city holds a hundred million dreams that won’t come true
Am I just another dreamer? One of many, one of few?
Always seeing and never touching loses interest for a moment
And you have to reconsider where you are
You get drawn into a stained glass sanctuary, you behold it
And you hear the sound of rain and steel guitars
And you try to tell your story, from the corner to the stage
But you find out that the streets aren’t filled with gold, but paved with rage
So you’re right back where you started, but you’re closer to the end
You’ve discovered that the secret is to begin again
Now the things you once believed in have been traded
For a chance at getting paid or being graded
But I won’t take this bitter pill, I am not in it for the kill
And I’m never going back to Nashville
|
||||
3. |
Prague
02:40
|
|||
|
I have a strange desire to walk the streets of Prague alone tonight
I know that might make me a heretic
But all I know is it just feels so right
And I might take my jacket off and walk out in the rain today
See, I’m not afraid of catching cold
And I don’t care what you say
So you want to excommunicate me
And burn me to ash
You can defenestrate me
And throw me out with the trash
But I’m hiding in my castle to which you’ll never find the key
And I don’t care what you say about me
So when they come to take me, I swear I won’t have my back against the wall
I’m either gonna go down swinging
Or I won’t be going down at all
And I’m not sure if I’m the only person in the world who likes it here
But we all have our own private hell
And some are filled with crystal, blood, and beer
So you want to excommunicate me
And burn me to ash
You can defenestrate me
And throw me out with the trash
But I’m hiding in my castle to which you’ll never find the key
And I don’t care what you say about me
|
||||
4. |
Clarksville
02:40
|
|||
|
Go down to the store to pick some milk, but be careful you don’t get stabbed
There are dangerous men out there in the streets of Clarksville
And if you see someone standing in the cereal aisle with a vacant, blank expression
It means they ain’t made it home, and they probably never will
The last train left here years ago
And it’s left you standing in the freezing cold
Why don’t you just go back where you came from, dear?
Anywhere has gotta be better than here
Well the wind picks up the stink off the river and spreads it all over town
You’ve gotta cover your nose and breath through your mouth just to stand it
And if you’re tired of living here with me, just think about how it could be worse
You could be living here alone
Well if you’re looking for fun, you’re out of luck
The only things to do here are get high and fuck
The drugs are bad and the sex is, too
But if you put the two together you can make it through
So would you like to go and hold up a liquor store, or have you got something better planned?
I guess you could always go back to school if you want to
Or go down to the base and join up with the army and go fight in a foreign land
I hear they’re taking every man that they can get
Well now that’s a thought
If nothing changes around here, you’ll end up killing someone anyway
So you might as well go do it and get paid
But if you leave me here alone, I might just go insane
But I’ll meet you at the station if you take the last train
|
||||
5. |
Indianapolis
03:29
|
|||
|
I woke up in a hotel room
Several hundred miles from you
Instead of waking up on your cold basement floor
There was something that I thought I had to do
I thought I was above it all
All those parties you would throw
So I planned my weekends around Bible quizzing tournaments
And when you’d invite me I could never go
Now I regret that trip to Indianapolis
I could have blown it off. I barely remember it.
I could have been more fun, not the self-righteous preacher’s son I was
I could have shown you all more love
I saved myself for marriage
And to this day, I’ve never gotten high
I always told myself I had the moral high ground
But maybe I was just too scared to try
So let me throw my arms around your
And we’ll dance until our feet are sore
And if I travel to the Midwest in the spring
It won’t be for the same reasons anymore
Now I regret that trip to Indianapolis
I could have blown it off. I barely remember it.
I wish I’d not done what I did, like the judgmental, stupid kid I was
I wish I’d shown you all more love
|
||||
6. |
London
05:25
|
|||
|
Is there a bank around here that’s open on Saturdays?
Can somebody please tell me what the hell is going on?
The end of the beginning is coming and I’m getting restless
They can destroy themselves whatever way they see fit
But I’m heading down West End Avenue now
Attempting to find something time won’t allow me to get
Now I don’t know what brought us here in the first place, or on whose head to position the blame
And I don’t know where I’m going, or how to play by the tangled up rules of this game
He always gave himself fully to anyone who paid attention
When you should have held back just enough of himself to have something to give to the next one
And she didn’t know what she wanted, so she took everything he was giving
But the ending would never be happy in spite of all her so-called perfect intentions
Nothing has worked out so far, so I guess I’ll give up
Think I’ll go talk a walk in the park to wear in my new shoes
It doesn’t seem like it should still be this hot in October
But I see dozens of people with cameras enjoying the sun
I am alone underneath the blue sky
And I think to myself that if you were here this would be fun
Now I think back fondly on my time in London, where the sky had its own distinct fashion of blue
And I don’t know how to describe it, so I guess I’ll just have to find a way to go back there with you
We’ll take a walk by the river and watch the sun set on Waterloo station
Immersing ourselves in The Beatles, and Shakespeare, Ray Davies, and Charles Lutwidge Dodgson
Pitch a tent by a statue of Churchill, and you might keep an army from marching
But I think anyone who claims to be in search of world peace
Should head down to Kensington Gardens
Where we’ll chase the ghost of Peter Pan, the Watchmen and the Sandman
And we’ll figure out where they went wrong so that we can right
And if you stay beside me, I’ll try and make sure there’s a place for you here in my arms
Every night for the rest of our lives
He has to let her go, but I’ll never let you go
We’ll be as different from them as we can possibly be
And the blue skies over London don’t mean anything
If I don’t have you to stand here beneath them with me
You make me free, and show me who I am
If this is the end of the beginning, then I guess I’m ready to start over again
|
||||
The Dangerous Method Nashville, Tennessee
The Dangerous Method is an indie alt-rock power trio based out of Nashville, Tennessee.
If you like The Dangerous Method, you may also like:
Life on the Lawn
by A Country Western
The Philadelphia group sharpen their hooks and internal dyanmics for a fun and non-dorky take on power pop anyone can get behind.
go to album
South Philly band Grocer has all the sly disaffection of classic ’90s indie rock in their wonderfully unruly songs.
go to album
Oakland artist Kevin Nichols blends his love of pop melodies and Nirvana guitar tones on this first single from an upcoming full-length.
go to album
15 years into their career, the Toronto indie rockers sound sharp and ebullient as ever.
go to album
A side project of Drew Auscherman of Hoops, Permit cram a truckload of hooks into songs the size of a Smart car.
go to album
Ezra Tenenbaum's home recordings get new life with bass, drums, and guest vocals by Jenny Lewis on the first single "High Flying Faith."
go to album
Back Into The Dream
by Elephant Stone
Montreal psych-pop veterans sound as infectious and hypnotic as ever on their seventh LP, slinging jangly riffs and bright vocal harmonies.
go to album
