1. |
Find You First
02:59
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Oh, I’ve been trying to leave the city
But every time I try to leave, I get stuck
Sergeant Pepper says it’s gonna get better
Colonel Parker says I’m shit out of luck.
All I know is there’s a big blue sky
And under that, there’s a big highway
I know I’m gonna go, but I don’t know why
Fortuneteller Sue says that I gotta find you first.
Oh, I’ve been walking through Encino
Just hoping that I’d bump into you
Everybody says you’re seeing some lawyer
Who’s living down on Barrington Avenue.
All I know is there’s a big blue sky
And under that, there’s a big highway
I know I’m gonna go, but I don’t know why
Fortuneteller Sue says that I gotta find you first.
Oh, Jeanne’s working in the coffeehouse
And Lindsay’s at home with the flu
And if it wasn’t for all my idle time
I don’t think I’d think twice about you.
All I know is there’s a big blue sky
And under that, there’s a big highway
I know I’m gonna go, but I don’t know why
Fortuneteller Sue says that I gotta find you first.
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2. |
Addicted Girl
03:08
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Growing up in Southern California
I am used to the Bermuda grass
Always seems to creep up on you
When you’re trying to walk along the overpass
You gotta watch where you are walking
'Cause it likes to cover broken glass
And you’ll end up bleeding for the teacher
When you get to Monday morning class.
You can touch my hand, but don’t touch my heart
You’ll take it and you’ll turn it away.
Every time I walk away she comes back again.
Sitting underneath the silver silhouette of someone that I tried to be
Wandering the wild world of wonder of a woman in her misery
Following the footsteps of a feeble-hearted fellow in a fantasy
Trying to tell the tired and the tainted and the tortured that this isn’t me.
You can touch my hand, but don’t touch my heart
I’ll take you and I’ll turn you away.
Every time I walk away she comes back again.
Well, I see it in you now
You got addicted
I see it in you now
You’re addicted
You’re addicted, baby.
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3. |
Mess
03:30
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Sally turns her headlights on, sits in the car till dawn
Waiting for Sam to come home
Sam sits in Sharon’s room wearing her best perfume
Crying upstairs all alone
Sharon’s on the 405, she’s barely half alive
Sirens turn the night into stone.
And I say whoa
Lian’s in the apple tree laughing down at me
And I say whoa
She could calm my misery
It’s something that she chooses not to do
I’m such a mess for you.
Climbing the stairs tonight, counting the city lights
High school ghosts flicker, then fade
She’s become incredible, I’ve become forgettable
Work for the week, then get paid.
And I say whoa
Lian’s in the balcony throwing stones at me
And I say whoa
She turns this spotlight into a solitary blue
I’m such a mess for you.
Whoa, she could be anywhere anything
Whoa, she could be everywhere everything
Turning this heart into blue skies appearing now
Turning this heart into voices I’m hearing now
Turning this heart into nothing at all
I said whoa
Lian’s in the LSD melting down on me
And I say whoa
She creeps up silently, then tears me into two
I’m such a mess for
Whoa
Lian’s in the apple tree laughing down at me
And I say whoa
She could calm my misery
It’s something that she chooses not to do
I’m such a mess for you.
Recorded at Proving Ground Studio and DDG Recording
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4. |
Kris Mussday
03:17
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You are sweet as an apple
You are sweet as Christmas Day.
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5. |
Gina's Electric Suicide
03:09
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Gina and I used to sit by the radio
And waste away the dead Canoga Park nights
We dreamed that one day we’d be on the radio
We’d sound so black, no one would know we were white.
Gina and I used to rip apart the radio
We knew we could put every artist to shame
And no one doubted we’d make it on the radio
Our friends said we’d better start changing our names.
Chorus
Gina’s electric suicide
She pulled the trigger and blew the doors open wide
Gina’s electric suicide
She cut the single that no DJ could deny
Everyone wants to be on the radio
Everyone wants to be on the radio
I’m a mess without your love.
Gina and I used to sleep by the radio
We’d dream to Bowie in my big brother’s shack
We prayed to God that we’d make it on the radio
Holy angels spinning all of our tracks.
Chorus
And now Gina is all over the radio
I got a 9-to-7 as an ad man
Sometimes my bosses, they listen to the radio
I try to avoid it whenever I can.
Chorus
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6. |
Laura Looks Left
01:49
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The summer sun that had turned my pale skin red
The REM songs spinning inside my head
They slowly fade away.
The jellyfish that were dying in the sand
The beach strolls that were taken hand in hand
They slowly fade away.
And I feel like seven years have slipped away
Seven miles crawled between right now and yesterday
The nights were long
Now they’re gone far away.
The sound of your voice whispering in my ear
The words that said you would come back every year
They slowly fade away.
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7. |
Unnecessary Days
03:43
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I am mulling over songs and poems stolen from New England
She hitched a ride with Danny and left me in L.A. making other plans.
Chorus
These unnecessary days are killing me so
These unnecessary days come creeping in
And I slowly fade away.
I hear the leaves are turning brown and red and gold all over New England
She went to see the doctor and he said I should start making other plans.
Chorus
But me, I don’t say nothing
I just tiptoe lightly
I wish I could do something
Besides bleeding for some girl who writes me
Songs and poems that someone in her family stole from New England
She hitched a ride with Danny and left me lost and scattered in the hills.
Chorus
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8. |
Falling Off The Earth
03:49
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I’m messing with my phone jack, dressing up in all black
Going through my record rack to get my muse back
Sick of playing second fiddle to a middle-of-the-road band
That ain’t got no plan and only family for fans but
But what’cha gonna do when you’re through with
Trying to pursue who should be coming after you
She’s a femme fatale, Panama Canal
A hard-working gal who can’t be bothered with me now.
Packing up my suitcase, moving to a new place
Where they don’t know my face, such a disgrace
All this talent is wasting away
Every day I pray someday someone’ll take me away
But they never do and I guess it’s true
If you don’t look for something it’ll never come to you
So I’m heading out of town to find my long lost sound
I’m off the ground homeward bound never am I coming down.
Chorus
I think I’m falling off the earth again
I forgot what my life is worth again.
I think I’m falling off the earth again
Don’t think I’m ever coming back again.
I remember way back when I was just ten I would find Zen
When I would pretend that I was an alien
I would run around and chase every face for a trace of my race
Just a lost space case I was
And still I try, I search the sky
For an ally who will take me bye-bye
From the femme fatales, Panama Canals
Them hard-working gals that can’t be bothered with me now.
Chorus
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9. |
The Night I Saw God
03:13
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The night I saw God I was terminally ill
I was licking plug sockets just looking for a thrill
I was driving on the wrong side of the road
With a bomb in my brain I was dying to explode
I was aiming for the cliffs when an angel showed
me how to
The night I saw God I had given up hope
I was standing on chairs and tying up ropes
Had my mouth full of Juicy Fruit and Listerine
But every girl I knew was in a porn magazine
Till an angel showed up in a stretch limousine
and gave me
The night I saw God I was dying in bed
There were nurses and curses fighting inside my head
There were viruses in me that nobody could pronounce
I saw the Reaper in the corner, he was waiting to pounce
They was gonna pull the plug when an angel announced
I needed
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10. |
The Night I Was Abducted
02:47
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The night I was abducted
I told the flight crew
Go floating over you
Go floating over you
Down Lower Manhattan
Up 5th Avenue
I’m floating over you
I’m floating over you
Sifting through the rubble
Searching for words to say
For words to say
When I go floating over you
I go floating over you
Baby, you know it’s true
I go floating over you
I go floating over you
Baby, you know it’s true.
Out of a sea of ashes
Into a sky of blue
I’m floating over you
I’m floating over you.
All our hopes and sorrows
All them dreams we knew
They’re floating over you
They’re floating over you.
When you’re walking wounded
You’re out of words to say
Of words to say
I’ll go floating over you
I’ll go floating over you
Baby, you know it’s true
I go floating over you
I go floating over you
Baby, you know it’s true.
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11. |
Come My Way
01:42
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As I sit here alone tonight
Someone is realizing me
As I sit here alone tonight
Someone is criticizing me
And I’m waiting for you to come my way.
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12. |
Peppertree Lane
00:33
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Joshua Path - Guitar
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13. |
When I
02:55
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When I think of you, I do
Do I feel like I’m flying in carrion skies?
Do I feel like I’m dying in judy blue eyes?
When I think of you, I do
When I sing for you, I do
When i dream for you, i do
Do I feel like I’m bound for oceans of stars?
Do I feel like the sound of Nick Drake’s guitars?
When I think of you
I do.
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14. |
Codi's Last Stand
03:26
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She’s got it down
The way she moves
The way she tries
The way she turns for you.
She’s got it bad
It’s in her eyes
It’s in her smile
And the way she turns for you.
Wake up and I crawl into the shower
Clean the scars I got from storming your tower
The day is gray and milk has turned sour
Nothing’s gonna keep since the city lost power
Heading down to Washington
Gonna spend the day writing ‘bout oblivion
And oh the way I turn for you.
She’s got it hard
The way she walks
She never smiles
Until she turns for you.
Sitting down in the Baltimore lobby
Suicide songs from the 80’s playing softly
Nothing to do except finish my coffee
And wave the butterflies from the sugar fields off me
I’m heading down to Delaware
But I don’t think I’m gonna find you anywhere
And oh the way I turn for you.
She’s got that spark
That morning glow
You’ll never know
The way she turns for you.
Step away from the moon shining brightly
Rhythms in the cars bounce through my room lightly
The same faces knock on my door nightly
I hide inside the dark till they fade away quietly
I’m heading down to the Southern Sea
‘Cause I know you’re never coming back to me
And oh the way I turned for you.
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