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Fear Not, child. You will be okay.
If you're lost in the world, well I'm the person you can come to.
I know it's hard out there, but we're all stuck in the same race.
My heart beats exactly as your eyes turn into place.
My hands are as cold as the smile on your face.
I can't wait any longer, I'm a ticking time bomb in a house of class.
Fear God, child. He's never gonna do you any good.
If you believe in anything, make sure you believe in yourself first.
In a basement with my best friends and cheap beer.
There's no other place that I would rather be than right here.
My hands are as cold as the smile on your face.
I can't wait any longer, I'm a ticking time bomb in a house of glass.
Fear Not!
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I Used to Dream of You
01:45
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I was lost and you were hiding,
even though you were sitting right beside me.
And when I get home, I say hello, and then I just look at my feet.
Baby, I'm a dreamer.
But now I'm sleeping.
I'm not dreaming about you anymore.
Baby, I'm a dreamer.
But now I'm sleeping.
And I'm preparing myself to wake up.
And So I sat there, in the cold Ohio air.
I had my last cigarette in my left hand.
And then you saw me, and you sat by me.
I just smiled and walked away.
Baby, I'm a dreamer.
But now I'm sleeping.
I'm not dreaming about you anymore.
Baby, I'm a dreamer.
But now I'm sleeping.
And I'm preparing myself to wake up.
And you can search for me, but you won't find me.
And I'm missing in action, I'm not coming back.
I've grown tired of it all.
Baby, I'm a dreamer.
But now I'm sleeping.
I'm not dreaming about you anymore.
Baby, I'm a dreamer.
But now I'm sleeping.
And I'm preparing myself to wake up.
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Sulking, walking round' the city after dark
Need protection, from street toughs who clip the locks and rip the doors off rough, like cowards
Oh this life of glorified
Robbing from the blind is not easy, you see
Don't think I don't know sympathy
My victims in my shadow staring back at me
Not me, I'm knockin
Tiptoe outside a stranger's door casually let myself in
Fill pockets with trinkets, purses, china, antique armoire
Oh this life of glorified
Robbing from the blind is not easy, you see
Don't think I don't know sympathy
My victims in my shadow staring back at me
There's robbers in my thoughts!
They tell me what to think, they're hiding in my clothes, crawling in the kitchen sink
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Some Kind Of Blues
03:17
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I remember the day that you pulled away
and you told me you no longer loved me
and I remember the way that you touched my face
and you told me that things would never be the same
I asked you a question, but you didn't answer
It's like you're the secret cure to my cancer
and when I'm going through chemo, you just let me die
But I wish I wish
I wish things could have turned out a little better than they did
and I wish, I wish
I wish things could have turned out my way, but they never do.
i remember holding your hands in the lake erie
and you looked me straight in the eye
it was piercing and hurting as my body froze up
and you promised i'd never hear another lie
and my only question is how can you say this?
when you know damn well it'd be so
i'll recollect my thoughts and keep them in a mason jar
and i promise that i'll never let them go
But I wish, I wish
I wish things could have turned out a little better than they did
and I wish, I wish
I wish things could have turned out my way, but they never do
and I know that i'll be gone soon,
i've got some kind of blues
i can't quite put my finger on what i have
but i know, my heart isn't beating
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Rest Easy
03:45
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I've been writing songs all night but my brain is still sour.
But now it's dawn, and now I have to get up in an hour.
My teachers always told me I could be anything that I wanted.
But I'm still stuck in this town, I guess they taught me lies pretty often.
I've been laughing at myself for all the stupid things that I have done.
And now my bottle of whisky is gone and all I can do is write more songs.
I was just a lonely soul looking for a purpose.
But now I'm dead and now it seems that I'm still nervous.
I was just an angry boy searching for his smile.
But lifes a horror movie, his smiles been missing for a while.
Am I the only one who's fucking tired of hearing songs about romance?
It's just so easy of a topic, there are more important things to write about.
Well baby, I'm a hypocrite cause I've been writing songs about you.
Because you tore my heart apart and poured all the blood out.
I was just a lonely soul looking for a purpose.
But now I'm dead and now it seems that I'm still nervous.
I was just an angry boy searching for his smile.
But lifes a horror movie, his smiles been missing for a while.
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