Listen, That's Disco!

by American Lies

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American Lies: "Listen, That's Disco!" released by Muy Autentico Records, Way Out West Recs, and Mouse House Records.

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released March 2, 2012

All songs by American Lies
Recorded by Casey Guldberg
Mixed and mastered by Tim Stasica

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American Lies Glendora, California

Casey - Bass, Vocals
Ryan - Guitar, Vocals
Gabe - Guitar, Vocals
Mike - Drums

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Track Name: Interstate
The air is crisp and cool, my fingertips are numb.
I feel your eyes upon me and I see your breath
dancing off your lips.
Exhale slowly, every breath you take,
and keep your eyes locked with mine.
The cracks extend for miles, into the desert ground.
The sun and heat are playing with my head, sending me to you.
Exhale slowly, every breath you take,
and keep your eyes locked with mine.
Whisper to me and keep me feeling breathless.
I'm so fucking terrified of you
and the distance between comfort and being free.
I would travel for days and days
with no intentions of coming back
to where I came from or what I've been through,
I'll trade one state for the next state to find out who we are.
Track Name: Dads
I've got to leave, you know it's true.
I've got to leave your mom and you.
It's a sad day, but it will pass
just like those memories that you hold of your dreams.
They disappear so fast but that's why they're free.
I've got to leave, I know you're sad.
You're crying tears and I understand.
But it's a sad day and it'll pass.
And I agree we would have made an awesome team.
I'm tearing out your heart and it fucking kills me.
I said it right before we said goodnight
so I'll be gone by the time the dawn creeps up on you.
One day we'll be friends and I hope that until then
you grow up big and strong. You've got your mother's eyes.
You've got my wild heart. One day you'll realize
you've got to fly alone sometimes.
Track Name: Jokes!
I'll count the days down until I die
and write every word I told myself
that I would write.
And I will disappoint my family,
my friends, and me, because
I'm not the person I said I would be.
I will fuck up every word
to a chorus you've never heard,
exacerbating what I know
to be the oldest joke in town.
I'll use every trick I ever found
in every textbook ever bound
for trash cans in highschool classrooms.
Browned by dust and cigarettes,
decomposition never felt so right
or so unflattering and it's all right
with me if we just rot it out all night.
I am flying straight
into the eye of the storm
and I am fine with life
at the edge of the world.
I will fuck up every word
to a chorus you've never heard,
and it's all right
because there's a beauty in failing
every thing you try.
Track Name: The Killing of Our Youth
My life exists in little more than pages
of chords and poetry that I wrote back when
we used to lie awake with our youth in hand.
Understand? I don't think you do.
Your youth is dead when you consent to growing old
and leave your childhood as a product
to be bought and sold.
Coming up we nurtured on rudiments.
Those days back in the orchard,
it was time well-spent.
With a clean slate and an open heart before;
even if I wished I could, I couldn't anymore.
Understand? I don't think you do.
Your youth is dead when you consent to growing old
and leave your childhood as a product
to be bought and sold.
You can tell us that our love will drag us down
into the ashes and underground.
Bring your axe to my funeral because I'll be gone,
and right now, gone is where I want to be.
We are the sad, sad brothers in history.
You've got to believe me that right now,
gone is where I want to be.
Track Name: Life and Death on the Sea
This whole sea is a ghost town,
the life had left long ago.
We could have never had been here
and not a soul would have known.
When the waves become unrelenting
and the pangs of hunger strike in,
the scale tips in the favor
of going for a swim.
I can see lighting in the rain.
I see the ship and
it is going down the drain,
and it's depressing to know
it all will wash away.
But that's all right,
I know we mattered anyway.
I still have the splinters in my knees
from too many nights of humility
spent praying to God knows who,
from God knows where, for God to do
something to ease my mind
in wayward times and
give me a purpose to this life.
What are we giving ourselves to
more than a shark-infested tomb.
I'll miss the rough and stormy air.
I'll miss daydreaming
that a life existed where
the ocean had no beaches
and just went on, and on, and on.
But that's all right, I know they might
once we're all gone.
This was a lost cause,
the ship was bound to drown
to the ocean floor.
Track Name: Complacent
I've never been so exhausted.
My mind's tangled up in disillusion,
and it's hopeless for me to try and erase
what I have come to know as this existence.
As the haze sets in to my mind,
and I can't be bothered to get out of bed,
I'm complacent just to sit here and float along
down this river that I call my life.
As the lights flicker out on the candle I doubt
that I hope for anything but the worst.
And I'm so sick of keeping my eyes open
for something that I don't give a fuck about.
As the haze sets in to my mind,
and I can't be bothered to get out of bed,
I'm complacent just to sit here and float along
down this river that I call my life.
I can't pretend I ever cared
about getting back on track.
I can only imagine how awkward
this would have been if I had succeeded.
With fears galore, I'd rather keep my life indoors.
The sun sheds light on things I'd rather hide.