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Dose
02:30
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Concentrate on the wall
Concentrate on the wall
See only the paint chips and finger prints
Concentrate on the wall
Don't think about the man in the cemetery
Don’t think about the days or the thoughts that carry
Don’t think about you leaving your friends or your flaws
Concentrate on the wall
Concentrate on the wall
Concentrate on the wall.
New Years, Last Dose, Setting sun
No dark cloud, shitstorm to run from
Your parents in the suburbs couldn’t wait to see
They knew if they believed
There’d be a honeymoon
And baby teeth.
You knew if you got comfortable
You'd never leave
Awarded what was advertised
The upgrade, the pharmacy
New Years, Last Call, rising sun
I have no words for your words.
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2. |
Fleas
02:21
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What belongs
And what gets covered up with poisonous ground?
Somewhere to keep your mouth
What screams
If we create a place to plug in our phones?
Sacrificial homes.
I tried to meditate last night
Not wanting to separate
Just trying to see what it was like
Don’t worry
I can fill you in once you get to sleep
Feel that in your dreams.
Don’t go
Just need to sink the beat of my heart
‘Til we get ripped apart
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3. |
Treetops
02:05
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What makes the walls move
Into a living room?
We make space and become
What’s in the corners of our eyes
You fit some candle light
To little parts of your life
Then live to stay indoors
And stare at the trap
Take the exit North and relive a little
Feel the bulldozer push the house a little
See your hair turn gray
And wring your hands a little
You‘re too old for trains
You're too old for trains
What gets the stains out
Of what we keep around?
And though the sheets are a mess
I‘ll still grow up to be a ghost
Sometimes it‘s hard to believe
But everybody sleeps
Everybody sleeps
Eventually.
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4. |
Valley Showroom
01:57
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The last straw
Underneath the parking deck.
A show of hands
Who needs to medicate?
The low roads
And mountain heroin
The safety of dust
In the rearview settling
I‘ll keep you in mind
A bright valley showroom to leave behind
Breathe out a gray smoke avatar
To fly to heaven from the drivers side of your car
Bleed the colors of your father’s flag
Remind me again
How does it really end?
How it became so hated?
Don‘t believe the way the trucks speed
The way the field got so obscene
The drive from you to home with me
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5. |
Pushover
03:49
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Not much has changed
A quarter a mile.
Never slow down
Never ask why.
Wake up at dusk
And turn on the lights.
Never ask why.
Never ask why.
Lock all your doors
And turn off the tube.
Wind up your thoughts
And pull yourself through.
Take of your shoes
And push yourself in.
Let it sink in.
Let it sink in.
Did you fall to your knees that night
And pray to nothing but the starlit sky?
Will you sleep better now?
Will you know better now?
Will you leave it all up to anyhow?
Lift up your head
You’re starting to breathe.
You let yourself go
Just aiming to please.
Cut off your tongue
And rip out your eyes.
Everything’s fine.
Everything's fine.
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6. |
Heirloom
01:39
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7. |
Abaddon
01:37
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News from the new head space
Likely to follow you
Conjure the image of a sacred place
Abandoned and destitute.
Break out the good champagne!
Reeling from every mistake
Paved over and piled on
You rifle though positive takes
But it still feels like Abaddon.
Forest, Harmony.
Concrete, Apathy.
Destroy.
Destroy.
Destroy.
Destroy.
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8. |
Goodbye, Camp Deluxe
02:39
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Nobody sees you in the storm
It’s just your likeness in a dark room
No weight of friendship anymore
Just memory speaking soft to you
Made these lips to seal a kiss
And sing a sweetness into both of us
You weave time with what you miss
Some little town in California
Speak through the cracks
Leave pieces where you slept beside the tracks
Still see the bottom of the slide
Parades of metal, wood and plastic
One morning’s brightness in the sky
You say Goodbye to all of it!
I don’t know how to bury you
Or even who I’m talking to.
You didn’t have to make the shape
I know what it looks like, I just didn’t wanna say
I guess it’s funny how life is obvious that way
Oh what a home
Oh what a shame
Oh what a shame.
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9. |
New Pollen
02:14
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Allergies already
It hasn’t even snowed
After all the trouble
Of cutting of your nose
I can see the signs
Best to let it sleep
All we do is talk and talk and talk
But never really speak
Settle into nothing
A bone just meant to break
Catalog the time we spend
And all the time we waste
Embody the sense of the word
We’re only amazed and disturbed
Collide with the blue
An ocean and you
An ocean and you.
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10. |
You're History
03:39
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A peaceful work of art
And they took you all apart
Now the leaves are hanging low
And this bed is the home
Where I see you at the door
Tan shoes that hurt
And the clothes you wore to church
You’re vapor holding hands
You move from end to end
And cry through every floor
It’s the part we never found
It’s the years of making sounds
And every thought of you I have now buried underground.
When I am gone and you are gone,
Nobody sees it.
What’s left goes to landfill
Forever laying still
Did you follow it there too?
I woke up before you moved
Just staring at the ceiling
They say that’s just how it is
You’ll learn to live with it
The way the world falls apart
Bleeding profit from your heart...
That’s the feeling.
It’s the words we never said
It’s the songs sung to the dead
Now every part of you is ever blurring in my head
When I am gone and you are gone,
Nobody sees it
Nobody sees it
When I am gone and you are gone,
Nobody sees it.
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11. |
The Great Divide
04:51
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Nothing looks the same
No one’s banquet and everyone’s to blame
Got fucked up with my friend
I think I took too much of his medicine
Better living through the great divide.
Better living through the great divide.
Keep the heater on tonight
Lay the things you don’t want burned aside
Donate your summer clothes
Feed the suit on the other side of the envelope
Better living through the great divide.
Better living through the great divide.
Was it in your blood?
Was it in your father’s blood?
The Golden man
Forty hours and alcohol make a steady hand
Forget your kiss
But you’ve got a lot of heavy equipment
So I do nothing
I don’t buy anything.
I just work and watch T.V.
Better living through the great divide.
Better living through the great divide.
Was it in your blood?
Was it in your mother’s blood?
Some sacred work
Until the ground can shake this poison dirt
Shake this poison dirt.
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doll baby Richmond, Virginia
doll baby is a band from richmond, va.
Julie. vocals/guitar
Eric. guitar
Jake. bass
Dan. drums
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