Something Else

by lightfields

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Recorded in Oregon Hill, Richmond Va.
February 2012

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released 02 March 2012
Music and Lyrics by lightfields
Recorded by Drew Gillihan
Artwork by Chris Lindquist

Coldon Martin - Guitar/Vocals
CJ Rosati - Guitar
Austin "Texas" Marks - The Bass Guitar
Ganesh Sarma - Sax

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Track Name: Backseat
Things never seem to change
Quite like the seasons do
Driving on the bridge that
Overlooks the city view.

It seems I come up here
Just in time for fall
To feel the wind
that made the
skin on our backs crawl

I'll never find the cause,
I've never seen the light
Never get a chance to
Ever get the timing right

As all the rooms are checked
And all the men retreat
Like the time I left you
burning in the back seat

Saw you standing there
Smoking on your porch
Looking at the cars
Until your little eyes hurt

It seems the world out there
Is not built for you
But until you go
You've got to learn to make do

Watch as their faces burn
and melt into the street
with all the trash you left
lying in the summer heat

As all the rooms are checked
And all the men retreat
Like the time I left you
burning in the back seat
Track Name: Something Else
The morning's breath humming in ear
the calamity of motion and the grinding of gears
making its way to the back of the parking lot
all the dumpsters in a row
with all the clerks outside all having a smoke
wondering where the hell all the time went

Slinking down through alleyways
the scent of leaves before it rains
And all the time that I spent just spacing out
watching dogs bark as I pass
empty bags and shattered glass
wondering where the hell all the time went
Track Name: Sábado
Steppin down your blocks like a shark
Always taking it like its Saturday
Swimmin' through the grass in the dark
All those tombstones in the yard.
I’m so programmed to do that shit
Always doin' it always killin' it
I aint ever going to live in fear
If I can get my mind to stick.

Go into my cell
Gropin the white walls
I know this place well
I’m countin down the days
In problematic ways
I’m pissin way the time
Takin back what’s mine

Bounced right outta there like Mexico
Taxi’s waitin for me, always late on me
Get my vibes from a dead black crow
My dip stained boots have served me well.

I'm so programmed to do that shit
Always tellin me how I gotta be
I ain't ever going to live in fear
If I get right out of here.

Go into my cell
Staring at the wells walls
I know this place well.
I’m countin down the days
In problematic ways
I’m pissin way the time
Takin back what’s mine

"It comes today,"
When it comes our way.
When we get out, know I will not be there.