1. |
This World
02:51
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Traffic’s backed up seven miles
Outbound flights are all delayed
Scavenge food from grocery aisles
Only skylines give us shade
Radiation from our cell phones
lesions growing in our lungs
prizes we were promised
once we made it to this rung
I’ve got booze to shred my liver
I’ve got pills to fix my brain
Trash is boiling in the river
And there’s acid in the rain
We deserve whatever’s coming
It’s foundation that we’ve laid
We won’t survive this world we’ve made
Shrinking forest set ablaze
filthy ocean fraught with oil
hope there’s sunshine through the haze
shuffle off this mortal coil
Melting icecaps in the Arctic
rising shorelines all around
We medicated masses
have grown too deaf to the sound
I’ve got booze to shred my liver
I’ve got pills to fix my brain
Trash is boiling in the river
And there’s acid in the rain
We deserve whatever’s coming
It’s foundation that we’ve laid
We won’t survive this world we’ve made
It doesn’t have to be like this
we’ve gotta break pace with the herd
realize we don’t write the rules
we are not nature’s last word
I’ve got booze to shred my liver
I’ve got pills to fix my brain
Trash is boiling in the river
And there’s acid in the rain
We deserve whatever’s coming
It’s foundation that we’ve laid
We won’t survive this world we’ve made
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2. |
Daze
02:46
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I signed up for the army of the working dead
Just to make enough cash to put a bullet in my head
I'm not planning on going anywhere, but it's nice to have options
With arms outstretched they welcomed me
said, "Look here at the way that you're supposed to be"
so I took it day by day and in due caution
Now I've got insurance and it even covers dental
but my biggest threat to health still is and always has been mental
There are days I wish life was already over
There are days I wish that life would never end
It's not knowing which I'm waking up to every single morning
Makes it hard to carry on my friend
I broke down in the city watching people move
so I grabbed a pint and wondered if my parents would approve
I think that I could make it go away if I could just kill my conscience
With glasses raised they welcomed me
said, "Look here at the way that you're supposed to be
You know that life you lead is complete nonsense"
Now I've got a buzz on and I'll swagger when I walk
But I can keep my shit together just as long as no one talks
There are days I wish life was already over
There are days I wish that life would never end
It's not knowing which I'm waking up to every single morning
Makes it hard to carry on my friend
I passed out on the counter and the bathroom floor
and when I came to I couldn't take it anymore
I can't keep this up but I can't stop it either
so when it comes to life or death I guess I choose neither
There are days I wish life was already over
There are days I wish that life would never end
It's not knowing which I'm waking up to every single morning
Makes it hard to carry on my friend
Makes our life so hard to comprehend
Let's wake up and do it all again
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3. |
Song About A Friend
03:15
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I don’t believe in heaven
but I know the devil’s real
he’s sitting at my table
his hands have touched my meal
He rummaged through my dresser
and he’s looking for a sign
but I can’t tell you what it is he’s hoping he will find
I saw him making coffee
I saw him feed my cat
I sometimes think his actions
are more subtle than that
He’s at the bar a-drinking
And I guess it serves me well
Cuz every drink’s another minute I am not in hell
Got me a friend
and he knows what I like
A friend for the darkness
A friend for the night
Got me a friend
and he knows how to use me
I think I’m gonna let him
till he finally consumes me
I saw him in the kitchen
he’s sleeping in my room
he pays my family visits
and my friends all know him too
he’s on my couch a-smokin
here’s the pipe I saw him use
And if I try to outrun him he knows my every move
Got me a friend
and he knows what I like
A friend for the darkness
A friend for the night
Got me a friend
and he knows how to use me
I think I’m gonna let him
till he finally consumes me
He’s telling me there’s no point
In getting out of bed
He’s the smoke
He’s the liquor
He’s playing with my head
It’s clear he’s gonna get me
But what’s really hard to see
Is the one I call the devil
He ain’t nobody but me
Got me a friend
and he knows what I like
A friend for the darkness
A friend for the night
Got me a friend
and he knows how to use me
I think I’m gonna let him
I'm probably gonna let him
I know I'm gonna let him
Hell, I want him to consume me
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4. |
Good Luck Charm
05:05
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When the papers came to Camden
All the boys took up the call
Gathered good luck in their rucksacks
Took to leaving with the fall
And they took with them their tokens
And they took with them their guns
Gripping charms of their young lovers
But there were no lucky ones
She sat waiting on her wicker
Watching every day till dusk
Until again the air grew thicker
And she had withered to a husk
And she started to feel broken
And she finally felt alone
Because the house whose porch she watched from
Had long ceased to be her home
Now she lives in someone's locket
Sheltered in a brass-clad room
Another picture in a pocket
With a puff of sweet perfume
She sent her heart across the ocean
For to keep him safe from harm
Cut her face out of a picture
Said "I'll be your good luck charm"
Then the calls came from the general
Must've been most every day
Another boy whose travels ended
On a shore a world away
But when she offered god devotion
The army offered her a flag
And the deepest of condolence
From the boys down at Fort Bragg
Now she lives in someone's locket
Sheltered in a brass-clad room
Another picture in a pocket
With a puff of sweet perfume
She sent her heart across the ocean
For to keep him safe from harm
Cut her face out of a picture
Said "I'll be your good luck charm"
And if you wander through the graveyard
On your way through Camden town
There are many headstone markers
Where they've laid a body down
Though her grave it bears no etching
Know her spirit is at rest
For it's finally made it's way back
To the home that she loved best
Now she lives in someone's locket
Sheltered in a brass-clad room
Another picture in a pocket
With a puff of sweet perfume
She sent her heart across the ocean
For to keep him safe from harm
Cut her face out of a picture
Said "I'll be your good luck charm"
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5. |
Toxic Thought Machine
02:55
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Lately I’ve been tired
and I know the reason why
I’m wearing myself ragged
lifting bags under my eyes
I am a slave to all my habits
at the mercy of my spleen
and the fuel that feeds the motor
of this toxic thought machine
I will drive
through the artificial light
through our battered bits of city
and our rusted scenic sights
until I find
a place with neon near the door
empty seat next to the bar top
and a heavy-handed pour
Night, she comes a-calling
and my trouble’s just begun
the way that my mind wanders
when the moon evicts the sun
and through a brain beset by static
I purchase poison cheap
all the tiny ways I kill me
each night to go to sleep
I will drive
through the artificial light
through our battered bits of city
and our rusted scenic sights
until I find
a place with neon near the door
empty seat next to the bar top
and a heavy-handed pour
I will drive
through the artificial light
through our battered bits of city
and our rusted scenic sights
until I find
a place with neon near the door
empty seat next to the bar top
and a heavy-handed pour
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6. |
Gravedigger
04:39
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Well the road ahead is trouble
never gonna end
picked me up a shovel
I said “would you be my friend?”
That’s why I cannot love you baby
I’m a gravediggin man
Well the path we ride is heavy
get rest while you can
signal when you’re ready
and we’ll saddle up again
you know the days are aways shorter
with a gravediggin man
The sun hangs low and lonely
at the base of the sky
My always-faithful shovel
he ain’t never ask why
when the moon comes up we’re diggin
a trench for your soul
baby I’m a gravedigger
My heart is a hole
Well the night is coming quickly
the sky is black and tan
girl you’re looking sickly
I think a fever’s setting in
You know your sickness looks so pretty
to a gravediggin man
The sun hangs low and lonely
at the base of the sky
My always-faithful shovel
he ain’t never ask why
when the moon comes up we’re diggin
a trench for your soul
baby I’m a gravedigger
My heart is a hole
Roads will always wander
feet will always walk
hearts will always feel
but they’ll seldom ever talk
paths are always crossing
time is always sand
pray you never spend it
with a gravediggin man
The sun hangs low and lonely
at the base of the sky
My always-faithful shovel
he ain’t never ask why
when the moon comes up we’re diggin
a trench for your soul
baby I’m a gravedigger
My heart is a hole
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7. |
Falling For You
03:50
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Girl when you walked in left me in a sudden state of awe,
Oh yeah, you crippled me and you know everybody saw.
Officer this girls robbed me, yet I do not fear,
She’s got my heart and I still want to hold here near.
(And hold her dear)
Give me a moment because I need to collect myself,
Been trying to sort out just how I felt
But the way she walks and talks it drives me crazy,
I thought it might be time to stop from being lazy.
That’s what I brought her here, --- Just to say
My head is pounding, my heart is beating fast,
I think I'm falling for you
Don’t know what I am thinking,
Okay I guess i'm thinking,
I think I'm falling for you
What is this feeling coming on, I must be getting sick,
Oh Doctor, Doctor give me something that will do that trick.
Her brown hair the way it sways I don’t know what to say,
Gives me these insects in my stomach think I’ll fly away.
(And Ill fly all day)
But I must repent, her lovely scent, it brings me to my knees,
To breath you in for just a min brings me a certain ease.
And just to spite me you delight me in a tight black skirt,
Don’t take this wrong, but I do think that you’re such a flirt.
--- Well....
My head is pounding, my heart is beating fast,
I think I'm falling for you
Don’t know what I am thinking,
Okay I guess I'm thinking,
I think I'm falling for you
Canvas covered in red and this is happening in my head,
And that way you sit upon my lap you lovely little perfect cat,
And baby we could run away and we would never look
--- Back at this place.
You are my sweetheart, you are my saving grace---
--- Well....
My head is pounding, my heart is beating fast,
I think I'm falling for you
Don’t know what I am thinking,
Okay I guess i'm thinking,
I think I'm falling for you
My head is pounding, my heart is beating fast,
I think I'm falling for you
Don’t know what I am thinking,
Okay I guess i'm thinking,
I think I'm in love with you.
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8. |
Funemployment!
03:09
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Some days I don’t even
know if the wind blows
because I don’t make it outside
I lie on the futon
sleep with the TV on
and wait for a reason to rise
Springer’s on TV
beer cans form an army
Invading my table each day
probably should’ve bought food
not these beers Ribbon Blue
but now I’ve got no money to pay
I’ve got no one to blame
but myself and my brain
about loosing my job
it’s my fault
it’s my fault
wasting away
until I change my ways
and I put on good shoes and clean up
There’s a dead mouse on the floor
and bug traps in the drawers
while dishes climb out of the sink
I’m putting my life on hold
never felt so old
and I just need more time to think
I’m dealing with writer’s block
all out of clean socks
and apathy’s slowly set in
out the window my view
is as bleak as the news
guess it’s more than just me that don’t win
I’ve got no one to blame
but myself and my brain
about loosing my job
it’s my fault
it’s my fault
wasting away
until I change my ways
and I put on good shoes and clean up
I know, I do know
either way the wind blows
that this ain’t sustainable stuff
But it’s been built in me
when faced with adversity
often I’m stuck in the rough
Things won’t get better
no matter the weather
unless I’m the one who improves
so I’ll get my suit dry-cleaned
look life in the high beams
succeed or be crushed by the truth
I’ve got no one to blame
but myself and my brain
about loosing my job
it’s my fault
it’s my fault
wasting away
until I change my ways
and I put on good shoes and clean up
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9. |
Diagnoses And Neuroses
05:14
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I was the last train out of station
I was a brain after jet lag
I was trashed in public
drinking from a garbage bag
You were a boat adrift at ocean
you were lotto numbers never called
You were smoking by the stairwell
you were a city after sprawl
I kicked my shoes off
and put on Sufjan
You left you boyfriend
And wore black nylon
We were the accident before you realize no tow trucks are coming
we were the pipes before the ice broke through the plumbing
But it was only ever gonna be a
matter of time
we got good at being lonely
didn’t need partners in crime
we played a game called feeling ugly
and trying not to care
cuz diagnoses and neuroses are things it’s better not to share
I was a jumper on an airplane
I never grabbed a parachute
I was the last bit of adhesive
when the sole departs the boot
You were the laundry on the floorboard
you were the empty kitchen shelf
you were the last night before christmas
when you realize there’s no elves
You bleached you hair white
then dyed it purple
I grew my beard out
and drove in circles
We were the seizing engine right after the warranty is gone
we were the moment you can’t fix it but there’s no way to move on
But it was only ever gonna be a
matter of time
we got good at being lonely
didn’t need partners in crime
we played a game called feeling ugly
and trying not to care
cuz diagnoses and neuroses are things it’s better not to share
I was the toaster in the bathtub
I was a lamp without a cord
I was the puzzle missing pieces
that you’d play with when you’re bored
You were the women and the children
As that boat went under
You were the mom drinking mescato
while her kid play in the thunder
You moved to Cali
To draw some pictures
I moved apartments
And drank cheap liquor
We were the empty lot a decade after everything’s torn down
We were the neighborhood remembered after everyone left town
But it was only ever gonna be a
matter of time
we got good at being lonely
didn’t need partners in crime
we played a game called feeling ugly
and trying not to care
cuz diagnoses and neuroses are things it’s better not to share
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10. |
Drones
04:39
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Someone behind a computer
Someone many miles away
Someone who will never see me
Killed my mother yesterday
And somewhere they have got a family
Somewhere many miles away
Somewhere I will never visit
Maybe Denver or Green Bay
And I haven't slept in days now
I think I'll never sleep again
Peace is never nearby
Livin in the lion's den
When we dream, we dream of drones
dream, we dream of drones
we dream of smoke and sulfur dust
fire and burning bones
we dream of chunks of rubble
the remnants of our homes
you'll never catch me sleeping
when we dream, we dream of drones
This was nothing that I asked for
This was nothing that I did
But there's no way to unremember
the cries of murdered kids
This one used to be a brother
This one used to be a spouse
This one used to be a parent
This one was our family's house
And they say that in the movies
Your dreams will all come true
but I can't seem to fathom
Why you'd ever want them to
When we dream, we dream of drones
dream, we dream of drones
we dream of smoke and sulfur dust
fire and burning bones
we dream of chunks of rubble
the remnants of our homes
you'll never catch me sleeping
when we dream, we dream of drones
And maybe someday in your city
maybe someday much too soon
maybe you will understand me
when the smoke obscures the moon
Maybe when the power goes out
Maybe some day much too near
Maybe then you'll finally realize
Dreams are always made of fear
And we'll go on in that manner
A short ways up the stream
The world will finally go dark
But at least it will not dream
When we dream, we dream of drones
dream, we dream of drones
we dream of smoke and sulfur dust
fire and burning bones
we dream of chunks of rubble
the remnants of our homes
you'll never catch me sleeping
when we dream, we dream of drones
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Border Patrol Detroit, Michigan
Border Patrol is a lyrically driven folk-rock group from Detroit, Michigan and Windsor, Ontario. Blending elements of traditional bluegrass and folk with punk and indie expression, they feature vocal harmonies and surprisingly upbeat melodies about our impending doom and the monotonies of every day life and love in this modern age. ... more
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