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Bernie Come Back
02:36
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You're like a fine wine. You get better with the time.
I'm like a cheap beer. I get bitter with the years.
This never was my case. I wasn't always such a waste.
How could it be? What did you ever see in me?
We're stuck on repeat between triumph and defeat.
Will things ever change? I'm sure they'll stay the same.
Learn to accept the taste. This bitterness that we create.
Until the morning dawns, and everyone has moved on.
But we spent our morning trying to piece together last night
by turning over every floater in sight.
With no answers, no conclusions, no reply.
Don't know why we even try.
Now all my money's been spent and I can't pay the rent.
I used up all the rest on Blue Ribbons and The Fest.
But it'll be ok. Just gotta make it through today.
Until the morning dawns and we're stuck in this re-run.
But we spent our morning trying to piece together last night
by turning over every floater in sight.
With no answers, no conclusions, no reply.
Don't know why we even try.
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Weekends with Bernie
02:37
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Did you lose your place or forget where to start?
Man, it seems so hard.
We've fucked up before and we'll fuck up again.
Make all the wrong moves back to where we began.
We'll take forward steps and we'll make our own path.
We'll step out of line and laugh as they pass.
When all of your roads bring you back to the start, goddamn it seems so hard.
The sun gives light ahead but the glare from the rearview blinds my vision.
Spacing out behind the wheel. Oh how familiar this feels.
With all the cliche's to say about all these days.
And how they won't last and how they'll slip by so fast.
We spend our time together with talks about how busy our lives have become.
Trapped in the day to day, how quick these days fade away.
Line after line. To fall back time after time after time.
It's time to stop wishing and time to start living.
Lift your head and clear your vision.
Step out of line to your own rhythm.
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My insides are knotting up just dying to get out
and I'm not talking metaphors
Hitched a ride on this wagon
to take me far from where I've been spending all my time
Just need to cool down and rest my bones
Made it almost 3 days on this endeavor, feeling sick since I left home
The driver had to pull over every single morning
There's no vomit bags in the back seats on this carriage ride
Where do I think that I am going?
What have I done?
Just where do I think this ride will take me?
What the fuck have I become?
I'm jumping off before I reach the gallows
Gonna tuck and roll my way back home
Now I'm drowning in a jar, in moldy basements and shitty bars
Road rash turned into scars
I guess I haven't gotten all that far
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Ert and Bernie
03:34
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Each night now spent in a stagger. Closed eyes and listening to records.
Then the needle and static. The stereo turns into mono, solo, and stagnant
Looking ahead once seemed so together.
And to this day we still fly birds of a feather, but the feathers they fall out.
And stumble like a board to the floor of a new house.
And we'll move on, but in different ways and put aside those days.
On the rooftop. Not looking down at all. The fall could not break our integrity.
We traded in for the comfort and the security.
A foundation. To start all over again. Begin again and again.
And on the ride to the top of the summit.
I can't pretend I didn't this this all coming.
So I shielded my eyes and put on a disguise
to drag it out for every moment
You learn that life's just a fucking joke.
But I don't get it and you know I never hope to.
Cause I'm having fun just watching the sun come up.
And doing all the damage left undone.
And we'll move on, but in different ways and put aside those days.
On the rooftop, not looking down at all.
The fall could not break our integrity.
We traded in for the comfort and the security.
A foundation to start all over again. Begin again and again.
And we'll move on despite our different ways. Never forget the days
on the rooftop. And look up at the sky
watch the world go by and out of sight.
Forget tomorrow cause we're just in it for tonight.
Until a new day to start all over again. Begin again and again.
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It's Bern a Wile
04:09
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Clips from the police report were hung up on the fridge.
Youthful acts of terror from the South Fraley Bandits.
Learning bar spins behind your house. We'd meet there after school.
And we'd ditch the pep rally on your pegs to get drunk and act like fools.
At the kitchen table with the rise of the morning sun,
We mourned the loss of a good friend. With blurry eyes we came undone.
We talked about our own deaths and both could agree.
So we made a pact that when we left this world, we'd throw a party.
I slept in that morning and didn't see you leave.
I had a some things I had to do up north for a couple weeks.
I was 3000 feet above the sea level when I got the call.
Shane explained it all.
Still in denial when I returned to town.
Everything was gray and the sun had withered down.
But the emptiness was clear with out your presence here.
You left us too soon. February 8th the sun disappeared.
Releasing lanterns into the sky.
I'll pour a Straub into the ground.
You know we'll meet up one day with the comfort of your loved ones all around.
And we'll know you're looking down at us.
Or maybe you're looking up.
Laughing at every tear we shed wishing we would cheer the fuck up
So tonight we'll wipe our eyes.
We'll twist a cap and come alive.
And celebrate a brother and the beauty of his life.
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