Cold War Kids - Loyalty To Loyalty (2009) by Cold War Kids (보컬) on maniadb.com

We don’t gamble
We don’t do the stock exchange
We paint paintings
We write scenes for the stage

We will talk about welfare
We will talk about sex
Talk about the pope in Prada shoes
Nobody gets upset, nobody gets upset

And we’re waiting
We’re waiting for your call
We’re against privacy
We’re against privacy

Forget ex-girlfriends
We want little governments
We tell stories
We want to get you to join in

Call us optimistic
We get the meanest looks
We are bar stool romantics
History books will show, history books will show

And we’re waiting
We’re waiting for your call
We’re against privacy
We’re against privacy

And we’re waiting and we’re waiting
We’re waiting for your call
We’re against privacy
We’re against privacy

And we’re waiting
And we’re waiting for your call
We’re sure that you’ll agree

Ooh

Lock all exit doors
Now I wanna be your dog
Tape winding up

Hot tide, rattling off
Say goodbye to the friends you brought
Run with us

Oh, where I walk now, where I walk now
When I talk now, when I talk now
Oh, where I walk now, where I walk now
When I talk, when I talk

Flashlights go out
Stars will light the way
Like mexican dogs
Nobody gave us names

Tires burn in the dark
Mary's beads and the burning heart
Falling apart

High tide kicking sand
High tide we don't race to wind
To taste the salt

Coca-cola cost a quarter
On my block, on my block
Coca-cola cost a quarter
On my block, on my block

Flashlights go out
The stars will light the way
Like mexican dogs
Nobody gave us names

Flash lights go out
The stars will light the way
Like mexican dogs
Nobody gave us names

We will chase the bright lights till we're done
We'll chase the bright lights
We will chase the bright lights till we're done
We'll chase the bright lights

When I taste the salt
When I taste the salt
And I taste the salt
And I taste the salt
Mexican dogs

Don't bother grandma 'cause she's right
Or you'll be in some mess
I see how you see her, creaky bones
Bitchin' 'bout IRS

Well take a look child
Through these photo albums
She sang to sailors in the war, baseball stadiums
In 1948

Now you'll graduate and you think
You're going to move out now
I will congratulate you as soon
As you pay your own way

Not tryin' to stick a pin
In your shiny new balloon
Your alimony check won't buy a bigger room
Or a new car

Don't ever think about comin' by here
With that junior from up the street
Sneakers squeakin' on the kitchen tile, hat pulled below his eyes
That boy is trouble in his sleep

You got your father's reckless charm, babe
Long as you givin', somebody take
Well, every sermon is not the gospel, babe
Let me put it in another way
Every valley is not a lake

Before I let you go with your friends
Got one more thing to say
You think my love is tough, should've seen
Your grandma in her day

So use your wits child
'Cause nothing stays the same
In forty years my song will be public domain
Oh, oh, oh

Sharp tongue, quick switch
Sharp tongue, quick switch
Will make my own apology felt

Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
How was I supposed to know?

Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
Trying not to let it show

I tried to call you collect
You said you would not accept
Your friends are laughing
'Cause nobody uses pay phones

Gave me quarters to select
Song on the the jukebox that gets
People dancing
Should have never chose "Girlfriend"

Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
How was I supposed to know?

Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
I'm trying not to let it show

Passions of the people were sleeping late into the evening
Reach behind, they could hardly find their spines
Passions of the people were sleeping late into the evening
Reach behind, they could hardly find their spines
Passions of the people were sleeping late into the evening
Reach behind, they could hardly find their spines

You said you like old cars
I bought a beat up brown Dodge
it was smoking black
And died in your frontyard

You follow whose dating who
But, but when it comes to you
One is pulled a dozen
Different ways in the mind

Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
How was I supposed to know?

Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
Something is not right with me
I'm trying not to let it show

Whistle blowers gotta get outta school
They don't want poets, they want pigeons on a stool
You're examining fossils, defending criminals
I'm clock watching, getting dumb
Photographing models a house painter's solace
I'm like sisyphus in the sun

And I give up
Raising your kids America
You treat 'em like an obligation
Welcome to the occupation

The devil's in the details, devil's in the details
He's got your gold watch and chain
The devil's in the details, devil's in the details
He's got your gold watch and chain

Whistle blowers, we know how you feel
Public servants surrender their free will
But you can't be in politics and work in the circus
You have to choose just one
You hold the nail, I'll swing the hammer
That's how things get done

But goodbye valedictorians, goodbye punks
Goodbye valedictorians, goodbye punks

And I give up
Raising your kids America
You treat 'em like an obligation
Welcome to the occupation

The devil's in the details, devil's in the details
He's got your gold watch and chain
The devil's in the details, devil's in the details
Got your gold watch and chain

Thick fog rolls in waves
On the Golden Gate
I was checking my watch
With seven minutes on my shift

When I spot a black skirt on the rail
Straddling the bar like it's a quarter a ride
She's scared to jump, but terrified to stay
Walk to her slow, extend my hand with a smile and say

"Ma'am how was your day?
Keep your eyes on my face!
I want to help you if you'll let me."

She's startled, I look forward
Wrap my arms around her legs
Pull her down to the sidewalk
We're both heaving for air and I say

"Ma'am how was your day?
Keep your eyes on my face!
I want to help you if you'll let me."

Most folks think they'll hit the surface
And never feel no pain
Water pulls you under
Back to the womb once again

Bodies float to the shore
Bloated purple and blue
If sharks don't get to you first
Crabs will have their way with you

Oh, avalanche in apartment B
Everywhere white's what I see
I've never lived alone
So near the ocean breeze
I can finally afford high anxiety

Reach up, cold air hits your hands
Snow packs like cement you can't stand
Remain calm while rescue makes plans

Oh, avalanche in aparment B
All at once the weight dropped on me
Sweating at the bar
Fifteen minutes ago
We we're yelling our heads off
Now I'm surrounded by snow

Reaching up, cold air hits your hands
Snow packs like cement you can't stand
Remain calm while rescue makes plans
The earth must contract and expand

How's it going to feel when summer ends?
Out of money, out of friends

I've seen enough of nothing new
The blacker stain on history or last laugh blues
Not gonna fight, not gonna cry
Not gonna shop around for one flag to fly

I've seen enough, inventor's age
I've cover up my face, brownbeaten shame
I've got the itch, I feel the sting
Like fallen in to the deepest sleep, telephone rings

How's it going to feel when summer ends?
Out of money, out of friends
How's it going to feel when summer ends?
Out of money, out of friends

I've seen enough, the angry mob
Yeah they were unison da-da-da
They can't be stopped
Sitting at home, making plans
Don't wanna be another silly set of accident hands

How's it going to feel when summer ends?
Out of money, out of friends
How's it going to feel when summer ends?
Out of money, out of friends

Every man I fall for
Drinks his coffee black
"Love" and "Hate" are tattoed on his knuckles and
My name is on his back

Every man I fall for
Works the graveyard shift
He kisses me softly to wake me up
Then takes my place in bed

And I fall
I leave with one concern
It's the law of diminishing returns
It's the law of diminishing returns

Every man I fall for keeps his anger on
A string and holds it tight
When other man walk by blinking their eyes at me
He always pick a fight

I go walk alone down Ocean Boulevard
Peaking your windows
Tired housewives nagging at their husbands, but
Is this the life you chose?

And I fall
I leave with one concern
It's the law of diminishing returns
And I fall
I leave with one concern
It's the law of diminishing returns

Every man I fall for
Nearly every man
Every man I fall for
Nearly every man

Thought I was laying in the gutter in
Milk cartons and bones
But I was standing on a mountain top
Looking over your homes

Thought I was laying my garden with
My hands deep in soil
But I was there on an island
Shooting flares at your boat

Thought I was soothing like a violin
Confessing new rain
But I was piping like a trumpet
Frantic for fame

Thought I was built like a building's built
Iron, concrete and stone
I realize I'm just a hack actor
Finished playing my role

Your reading my thoughts
Dreams old men dream
It's just like when we were kids
We'd lay around wondering
We try to listen to what they say

Thought I was writing for a hundred hours
Looking straight into me
But I was reading on the news paper
Obituaries

Thought I was nervous like a mailman
Reading your letters, dear
But I was at our anniversary
Toasting 30 years

Your reading my thoughts
Dreams old men dream
It's just like when we were kids
We'd lay around wondering

We try to listen to what they say
We try to listen to what they say

Push my piano outside
I don't care, I don't care
Beneath the meteor black sky
I don't care, I don't care

The neighbours will complain
Let them stare, let them stare
Who knows where the time goes?
I don't care, I don't care

What would you think of me if I told you
I haven't slept in weeks?
I've been up chasing my childhood with a pin
These are dreams old men dream

On the night that my love broke through
On the night that my love broke through
Revelations that came unglued
On the night that my love broke through

Cell doors were opened
Guards stepped out the way
Prisoners got one acre of land and one year's pay

Flowers long since dead
Stiffened at the neck
Colors came back in green and yellow and in red

Unemployed cowboy
Staggered on Fairfax
Trucks pulled up and fifteen men hollered and hopped in back

A copy of Bukowski
At the bottom of the stack
Got pickup by some dropout who read it front to back
Shoving off the death hand of his past

Ants were crawling out of
Grimy bathtub drains
Janitor was laughing, he had finally gone insane

City buses swerving
Arriving right on time
Vending machines were selling glasses of white wine by the dime

Streetlights got a burst of
Electricity
Sparks danced across windshields like a grand finale

Metal detector's beeping
Sound was deafening
Everywhere bearded men dug up wedding rings
We all stopped to listen to him sing

On the night when my love broke through
On the night when my love broke through
Revelations that came unglued
On the night when my love broke through

On the night
On the night
On the night
On the night

Flash flood, you got too comfortable
So I showed you who's really in control
You gave all of your savings to the poor

Lightning on the river and you're shivering
With your fishing pole
Same night you bought a ring and you proposed

You never really know what you can't really see
I'll be there, I'll be there
You made it out alive, oh what a relief
I'll be there, I'll be there

Earthquake in your pajamas huddled in doorways
While your house is swaying
Blue blood pumping like a hunter's fist

I love the shape your faces make
"Oh my, thank you for keeping me safe"
Even though you know it don't always go that way

You never really know what you can't really see
I'll be there, I'll be there
You made it out alive, oh what a relief
I'll be there, I'll be there

Everything will be explained
Your wild guess, everything will be explained
Go ahead, everything will be explained
Your wild guess, everything will be explained

I sold you for parts
You get what you want
Then I'll want it too

I know who you are
Don't know who you're not
I don't dare ask

Come back, we'll use the stove
We'll make plans in the back
Of your pickup truck

Oh, why no one told
She crowns my lips
And waits up

Helicopter sails
Watching bird's eye
That's when I dropped

And all my hands
Were behaving
Like maps expired

These rocks have been kicked
My body is spent
Can't stop and rest, oh no

Your comfort plus ease
I see it in 3-D
You can't dream so slow

Don't check the index for reference
Curse the sky "Lord, give me hints"
I search the place for your prints

I feel your cryptomnesia
Cryptomnesia