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Willie Mays
03:42
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Verse 1
I never had a lot of patience, prone to daydream
I had a short attention span; they were laughin’ at me
at fifteen I had thick skin, started chasin’ passion
takin’ chances, why try and predict what happens
I just - sip liquor, write, and worry bout the planet
too antsy to sit down, and too angry to stand it
got a couple insecurities I still don’t care to name
just wanna dip, git a ticket, and split on a airplane
spend my days humble, I’m huntin’ a beach hut
where I can read a book a week, and eat daily for three bucks
Sallie Mae could fuck off, I could turn the news off
learn silence, write a lot, the merry-go’d stop
but there I go blowin’ my story before it’s ended
guess we all need a dream, and I just figured I should mention
so the day they finally pay me, know how I intend to spend it
on my family, plane tickets and a fuckin’ case of Hendricks
Chorus
But I’m alive, I promise I’m alive
no matter how hard they try, to convince me it’s a lie
I’m alive, I promise, alive
and I’ma need the reminder until day that I die
You’re alive, I promise, you’re alive
no matter how hard they try, to convince you it’s a lie
we’re alive, god dammit, we’re alive
and we all need the reminder until day that we die
Verse 2
For now I’m clearin’ smoke, midwest, no coast
throwin’ fists in a rematch, with half of my ghosts
roller coaster ride, broken on the ocean side
Now I’m dancin’ in the sand, my middle fingers in the sky
And I mean no disrespect, just been learning disregard
Lately been feelin’ sick of just thinkin’ so damn hard
the answer’s roundabout, might never figure ‘em out
why break my brain tryin’, I’m sick of fightin’ that bout
It ain’t considered quittin’, when you swing and rarely hittin’
get some ice up on your bruises, the wisdom is in the liftin’
back up, learn to duck, and every punch you land is great
‘cause the fight was never really fair in the first place
Paranoia, everybody got their eye on me
I’ll keep on makin’ tracks, til’ they’re sick of readin’ my diary
Can’t say I really had many wishes granted
I’m just tryin’ to find roots wherever my feet are planted
Chorus
But I’m alive, I promise I’m alive
no matter how hard they try, to convince me it’s a lie
I’m alive, I promise, alive
and I’ma need the reminder ‘til day that I die
You’re alive, I promise, you’re alive
no matter how hard they try, to convince you it’s a lie
we’re alive, god dammit, we’re alive
and we all need the reminder until day that we die
Verse 3
I’m sick of standin’ still, but at least I’m still standin’.
Starin’ at the hills, and dreamin’ about the mansions.
Doin’ what’s demanded, and playin’ the cards I’m handed,
acrobatic backflips, and I’m findin’ my feet for landin’.
Out of control, liable to whip lash ‘em.
Used to question, “What’s next?” I learned to quit askin’.
Be grateful your awake, and aware of your passion,
at that rate, I’m doin’ great, and ahead of at least half ‘em.
Carryin’ the weight, I’m bout to have a back spasm
kill pain and stay patient, I promise I’ll out last ‘em.
Fashionin’ my armor and spears, haborin’ fears
and carvin’ my niche quickly, I been starvin’ for years.
Hungry and on the hunt, with a little too much to say,
but I’m sick of all the silence, hackin’ the static in my way.
If you keep kickin’ the door, I promise that shit’ll break,
just gotta push past not knowin’ how many tries it’ll take.
Chorus
But I’m alive, I promise I’m alive
no matter how hard they try, to convince me it’s a lie
I’m alive, I promise, alive
and I’ma need the reminder ‘til day that I die
You’re alive, I promise, you’re alive
no matter how hard they try, to convince you it’s a lie
we’re alive, god dammit, we’re alive
and we all need the reminder until day that we die
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2. |
Exhaust
04:00
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Verse 1
[That year we had the]
Longest winter ever, I barely survived the snow
so I made my west to shake the cold outta my bones
it was dark, I needed a free hand a flashlight
somebody to remind me everything that happened last night
that whisky fire kept me warm
after biking through my city shitty drunken in a hailstorm
see the key is not to fight it,
focus on the destination, never stop ridin’
bidin’ time and realigning my priorities inside
and when I get it figured out, I’ll let you know that I’m fine
‘til then I’ma drink and think it out with my pen
my day ends, I’ma gonna wake and do it over again
The first time I dipped my feet in the pacific
Felt like in a way I was getting back some minutes
Played a drinkin’ game with God; we got a bottle to finish
She drank the last drop, now I’m prayin’ that she spins it
And if she only watches over drunkards and thieves
Then I’ma knock a shot back and steal a couple’a Zs
Chorus
No temperature, my exhaust
Tryin’ not to think about it as another thing I’ve lost
‘cause it all moves too fast, and you can't buy time
and I never even claimed to have the stomach for this ride
Am I makin' a mess, yes, I guess this is life
Can somebody to tell me that I’m doin’ it right
Verse 2
Lately I’m too tired, sick of the small talk
I still smile when I’m sad, still drinkin’ it on the rocks
only ever works every other pint of gin
when you drink to drown the sorrow, but sorrow knows how to swim
Not askin’ for your pity, my city loves me deep
and she knows it takes a last call to lull me to sleep
My leaky dream catcher keeps on tearin’ at the seams
and a handful of my demons wanna blow off steam,
The problem is, how it is, is never really how it seems
Carvin' days in the wall, I count to ten when I breathe
to find peace... just wanna keep it simple
Wanna make 'em smile, see every pretty girl's dimples.
king of cold shoulders, never losin’ composure
findin’ a little closure, and finally startin’ over.
desire for control is all that we know
tryin' not to get tied down by knowin' the ropes
Now the fools gold ain't comin', but neither is the snow
Maybe I’m finally learning how to let it all go
Chorus
No temperature, my exhaust
Tryin’ not to think about it as another thing I’ve lost
‘cause it all moves too fast, and you can't buy time
and I never even claimed to have the stomach for this ride
Am I makin' a mess, yes, I guess this is life
Can somebody to tell me that I’m doin’ it right
Verse 3
I broke rule number one, I stopped havin’ fun
Transplanted to the left coast, tryin’ to chase the sun
I was eatin’ then, and the green was legal then,
for the first time in awhile, I couldn’t see my evils then
Now I’m back in my town, where the seasons can beat you down
But I’m back to standin’ up now, and seekin’ out a crown
The world’s a big place, it’s finally startin’ to show
that home is a thing we never know until we go
I’ve been losin’ my mind, just tryin’ to find the facts
and won’t be able to relax, until I finally get it back
Land’O’Lakes, just a man of spinnin’ plates
Still tryin’ to find the answers to questions of what I make.
I make music, make money, make love
I make friends, make choices, always make time for hugs
makin’ moves daily, every day I’m payin’ dues
people used to call me square, now I’m makin’ smart cool
Want ‘em to know that I’m trying
And my worst fear is dying with my best song inside me
Chorus (8 Bars)
No temperature, my exhaust
Tryin’ not to think about it as another thing I’ve lost
‘cause it all moves too fast, and you can't buy time
and I never even claimed to have the stomach for this ride
Am I makin' a mess, yes, I guess this is life
Can somebody to tell me that I’m doin’ it right
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Ryan Kopperud Minneapolis, Minnesota
Ryan Kopperud is an artist from Minneapolis, MN. His work is equal parts complex and effortless, ranging from topics of love, loss, depression, struggle, and celebration.
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